CHAPTER 8

HENRICO

I like the way her hair is tossed to one side, so I get an insider's view of the small star tattoo she keeps tucked behind her left ear. Which doesn't mean that I enjoy watching her or that I've been minimally curious about the meaning of the drawing, I'm also not wondering if there are others around her body. I'm here to take my plan one step further, today I got enough evidence to take down my ex father"in"law's chief of staff and leave him with no way out. This guy Alencar is involved in money laundering and it was easy to find out, the idiot was washing in a car wash. Amateur.

The asshole shouldn't watch the news, if he did he would know that this type of establishment is the first to be investigated. Unfortunately I didn't get anything against Augusto Leal, however, I'm still happy. First you take down all the cavalry, then the king.

Tomorrow it will be printed in all the newspapers and media. Soares guaranteed me the preventive detention of Alencar.

"Are you going to tell me who was so important to meet today?" My voice is strained, affected by the anticipation of what might happen. I know she went to find Peter, but I'm longing to know what they've talked about. She bites her lips, causing them to bleed a little. She's been nervous and restless since Saul picked her up earlier and left her here, completely at my mercy, blindfolded and helpless.

"Somebody." Answer, enigmatic.

I roll my eyes. "Don't tell me. Does this being have a name, address, registry office?"

"What's your interest in that?" question.

" Curiosity." I answer resignedly, trying not to show so much interest. She mumbles “hmm” and my jaw clenches. Time to change tactics.

"Aren't you going to tell me if I have a competitor?"

She seems to tense up for a moment, then blinks and flashes a smile.

"I met my sister's husband, I'm going to be an aunt to a boy."

My heart misses a beat.

A boy.

Aurora will have a son and he's not mine.

My hands curl into fists, feeling my eyes sting with memories of the past. This boy should be mine, that's just one more thing they stole from me.

"Are you there?" He asks, taking his hands straight to the fabric that blocks his view.

"Shii... can't, beautiful." I put my hands over his and bring them back to the table in quick action.

She lets out a couple of complaints, but seems to comply and stops wanting to rip the blindfold off.

Amelia is an interesting girl, at first I thought she would not come, when I received her positive response and saw her arrive. I swore I'd have to give her a couple of arguments to get her eyes covered, but contrary to my expectations she was excited, visibly excited by the experience, and bewildered me after she let the driver put on the bandana.

"Talk to me. I'm starting to think I'm the crazy one who gets lost in security to find her possible murderer." I laugh, enjoying his humorous side.

"What do you want to hear?"

"I don't know, congratulations on the birth of my first nephew perhaps?"

"You shouldn't dismiss your security guards, I could be dangerous for you."

"It is not." The tone of conviction makes me arch my brow and question his arrogance.

“No?” I say slowly, getting out of my chair to take a seat behind his back. I caress the back of her neck and lower my mouth to her ear. "I have you blindfolded, within reach of my hands, I can take whatever I want right now and not even my identity will be able to tell the police." I whisper next to her ear, breathing in the citrus scent that exhales from her skin.

Her body responds to my words, strands of hair rise from the back of her neck to her arms. A motherfucking smile forms on my mouth, I want to lower my lips and have a little more effect on his skin.

In this position I can clearly see the little star and an inexplicable urge to kiss that spot invades me, I clear my throat, coming back to reality and returning to my place.

"I'm serious, you put yourself in danger coming here alone. Don't ever do that again." I order, really upset by his reckless attitude.

I'm being contradictory and I'm aware of it, I'm the one who called you and I'm scolding you for acting like a silly young woman.

snort.

She's still a fucking girl, just out of puberty. Eighteen years means nothing.

However, she is still one of them and her young age does not exempt her from anything. ANYTHING!

She will have to deal with me, I chose her to be my Trojan horse. I will use it to get what I want.

"You wouldn't hurt me." He whispers, sipping from the glass of red wine I ordered brought.

We're in a private restaurant, I bought every table in the place just to be alone with her and continue our game without spectators.

"You'd be surprised." I say, not sounding smooth, revealing far more than I should.

So, since all she's been doing is surprising me, her loud, mocking laugh doesn't shock me. Amelia doesn't seem to take my implied warnings about my intentions with her seriously, the girl is enjoying herself somehow.

I see myself, smiling accomplice. Liking how the sound of your laughter sounds, taking a lot from my plans.

"I'm serious, Miss Loyal. You'll end up hating me, at some point I'll break your heart."

She lets out a breath of air, looking tired or bored.

" I'm tired! Tell me who you are or I'll take the shit out of that sale.

“It won't.” I blurt out, teasing the girl and her temper.

My intuition tells me she is reaching her limit, so I prepare myself for whatever action she may take. I should either put on the mask I brought as a precaution or just leave the room to prevent him from seeing me, since it's not the time yet.

I want to make sure she chooses me when the time comes.

However, I am static in the chair. Studying the paths and memorizing their quirks. I could see that his actions are extremely expressive and say a lot, even when his mouth is kept closed, such as the way he runs his short nail over his index finger, tracing an invisible line down the middle of it and back to the beginning. , repeating the whole process over and over again before plucking up the courage to say anything that strays from the perfect good girl vocabulary.

If she only knew how much her cheeky answers make my day.

"Do you want to know why you won't take the blindfold off?"

She doesn't respond, leaving the hint to silence and I continue...

"You like the danger, being here with me makes you comfortable, aroused and full of life."

"Who are you?" He speaks, ignoring the warning in my voice.

"Someone from the past."

"Be more specific." ask

"Come with the earrings I gave you next time."

"There will be no next time if you don't tell me who you are." She says and I smile, enjoying the clash. Amelia is skittish, likes to hit back and is unlikely to submit to my wishes until she knows my identity. The problem is, I like her bluntness, so every time she takes a bite out of my patience, something inside me approves.

I lean my elbows on the table, resting my head in a palm, as I study her face carefully. I click my tongue, teasing her even more.

"Of course it will. It won't settle down until you find out my identity, in fact, you'll put off as long as you can, just to have a little more of it."

"How can you be so sure?

I stand up, making a movement with the chair and causing a low noise, still perceptible to her as she squirms, trying to follow my movements."

I take the small package out of my pocket and place it in front of her on the empty plate.

"Your dessert". I can see his face frowning under the cloth.

"We don't have dinner." Says, trying to get up and stay close to me. "Well, I'm done for today." Below, kissing the black strands. surprising her.

I leave the restaurant with a smile and a weird feeling in my chest.

Focus, Henrico. Don't dive into it!

She's just a pawn.