I should have questioned which deities we would be contacting so that the best time would be at dawn. However, I couldn't even formulate a sentence anymore without having to think deeply about it. I was tired, but curious, and I was nervous to know that I woke up in less than four hours and that I would work all day tired and in a bad mood.If someone asked me the reason for the even more marked dark circles, or for the constant yawns during the day, I would have to think of a good excuse. Because society was not very prepared to deal with harmless Tarot consultations. I didn't know how I should deal with that and how I could tell someone. Then I would keep it a secret."On the other hand," Izabel continued, touching a finger on the letter of a dog and a man. "There is someone who has a deep affection for you, and for what seems to be a man from your past. It's not someone new. And this same man appears again on his way to make things better. But it's not in the loving sense. The last
"And then we have your question about whether one day you will find someone better than your ex... "Izabel shuffled another deck and faster than before, removed five cards and formed the star, sliding her fingers over the drawings. "First I want you to know that this is the Roma granny's deck... It brings the truths that our loved ones know... It's a little deeper reading, but I'll take a card from the witches' deck when I finish this one.”"It's okay," I replied, truly afraid."The first letter we have is a dog, it can also represent a loyal friend or that someone will need your reciprocity to remain... Next to him we have a man on a black horse, who unlike the dog is disloyal, false and only approaches others in search of some personal advantage. Below the two cards, in the center, there is a hand with a ring pointing upwards. It could represent a marriage, but between these two conflicting letters it means that the false, disloyal and cruel man will have what he is looking for. Tas
This time I didn't give her any chance to speak again. I closed my notebook and walked away from it as if it were a living creature, throwing it on the bed and shrinking in the covers. I was in a small state of shock. And I tried to convince myself that it was just nonsense. Gypsies said what we wanted to hear. Surely she understood that my story with my ex was an unfinished subject and turned everything into a disaster game. Everything was fine. I just needed to distract my head and not think about men, letters and destiny.But I couldn't stop thinking about Izabel's words. I couldn't stop visualizing the letters in my mind as I closed my eyes. I couldn't sleep. I could only think of that damn man and the dog on the deck, besides that bath of petals to be able to leave a man at my feet. The man who was coming to leave me in ruins and the friend who would come to lift me up again. I didn't know if I should believe Izabel's words one hundred percent. Not least because, even though I was
It may seem that I was a little proud not to respond to the message that Flynn Ashton sent me at dawn, because my first instinct was to answer it as soon as the words appeared in the notification bar of my cell phone. But it's true that I didn't want to seem very easy or very interested in having his attention, however, I confess I barely slept that night, thinking about how the hell a simple reaction to a Stories made that work of art notice my mere existence.He was too much for me.There was no way to deny this fact. It can be said that it is about never letting ourselves be carried away by the image we see from the outside. But Flynn was too much for me. Even if I dressed whole in gold-plated clothes. Even if I worked in a place that gave me dignity and not stress and the growing feeling that I would freak out at any moment. As much as I had a brilliant mind hidden under the obligations of big people. Flynn Ashton, it was, without a shadow of debts, and without plausible questions
And, despite the positivity that I was trying to keep as my daily mantra, helping in the replacement of products was one of the activities where one had to have the most patience, not only because of the customers, but for the products that usually needed a greater force to stay in place. And I had already had complicated experiences when I was assigned to the sector.There was a time when I broke a glass of sauce, and the thing came out rolling under the shelves of all sectors making the biggest mess when splashing against the white floor. In another, after being forced to clean the sector they called the Bazaar "despite being another area where they threw everything that no one knew in which corridor it belonged", I accidentally, or maybe not, broke some glasses. As the sector was not mine, the damage fell on Laura's back. But, even knowing that any mistake of mine would also be yours, she still insisted on giving me tasks that were not part of what I was hired to do.With pure ill
I cast a mocking look at Luciana, and she corresponded with a slight roll of her eyes. Jordana noticed our expressions and released a muxoxo, gesturing with her shoulders and deciding that our presence was not worthy of her attention. We weren't there for more than a few minutes and her blonde hair was already starting to fall out of the bun, and I thought this should be one of the problems of having very straight hair. Discreetly, I raised one hand and lightly groped my own bun, where the frizzy threads were still very firm and smoothed for my long hours using a flat iron to discipline it.Some customers spent asking for information, and time went by as Luciana told about a more than unexpected gossip, and Jordana made a point of starting to get the same side we were on, just to be able to hear and participate in the conversation. It didn't take long for Jordana to complain again about how much she was unnecessarily getting dirty in that corridor, and curse anyone who wanted to hear
And I swear to all the saints that the floor looked liquid when he passed to my side and seemed to offer me an even wider smile when he bent down "I was not so sure about the smile because of the white mask he wore" and then choose an olive oil straight from the box, which I held with trembling hands and which they grabbed so tightly on the cardboard that he evenExtra virgin olive oil was Flynn Ashton's favorite, and I observed when he chose a bag of seasoning ready for meat and went out the aisle, probably in his normal shopping routine. Before he turned the corner of the hallway, he threw a look over his shoulders, and caught me still looking. However, I could not say if he was still smiling, because he quickly disappeared from the reach of my vision."A little more and you burn," Jordana pointed out, snapping a finger in front of my face. " But I totally understand, my friend. I wish I had a Greek God like that to call my own.”I cast an ugly look at her, but she didn't notice, sh
When I was finally able to leave for lunch, I found a message from Flynn waiting for me at 1:45 p.m. I took the backpack and started following the wide corridor from the cabinets to the kitchen, following a group of colleagues who talked excitedly about some bars having returned to work even in the pandemic period."Did you know that I thought he was really good? I like Terror, maybe not as much as you, lol. But I liked this thing about marrying a little with a police movie. The idea is very good. Apparently it's not 100% based on the story of police officer Sarchie, but I was interested in learning more. ""I'm in love with the dark and the inexplicable, so I must have watched this movie about five times... lol. So, yes, you can say that it's hard to find someone who likes horror movies as much as I do."His answer didn't take more than three minutes, and I assumed that, in addition to being online, maybe he was waiting for me. I didn't want to sound stupid, but that's what it seemed
I almost no longer needed to use the tracker I had installed on Flynn's cell phone at the beginning of everything. I only used it because I still couldn't stop that mistrust when I noticed that he spent too much time working. But the conversations were always the same with the customers. And I didn't suspect that he was going out with other people, because there was no time when we weren't together. Still, I couldn't totally trust him. There were days when I didn't sleep. Not until I was really alone at home.My sleep problems remained the same. Always caused by that fear of being vulnerable next to someone else, and also by the constant nightmares about the murders I've been orchestrating with the help of someone else. I never told my therapist the truth. I never let him reach more than the edge of my feelings. At the same time I was policing myself to act and speak the way everyone expected Tasha Santos to do, although deep down there was that rabid animal that was always ready to a
"Can you behave like educated children? "He scolded my sister, pulling one of my nephews by the ear. "That's why I never go out with you!”" Jenyfer, it doesn't have to be so hard," countered my brother-in-law, reaching the smaller child who wouldn't stop climbing on the couch and throwing the cushions up. "They are too small to understand. And I'm sure your sister doesn't mind them playing, does Tasha?”"They will understand very well when their aunt put them on platters and bake for our lunch," shouted Jenyfer, looking with her eyes for any confirmation that I would be really furious.I left the platter with pasta in white sauce on the table and stretched my neck to see through the open door of the kitchen, finding my brother-in-law with my three-year-old nephew on his lap who kicked and shook his golden curl hair, in a desperate attempt to get back to mess up everything he found on his way. While my sister held her eldest son, ten years old, by the tip of her ear. It should be hurt
I still hid many secrets from Flynn. The biggest of them was also a surprise that left me in shock for at least three days, until I remembered that I needed to act normally so that he had no idea what was happening to my body, until I found the perfect opportunity to use this against him. At the moment, we were fine. We had sex every day. We ate in fancy places. We slept in the moonlight. And sometimes we resumed the sexual provocations and attacks within the company.Everything seemed very good in my life. So good that sometimes I even wondered where the hidden cameras of the prank were. Because trying to compare the woman of months ago who barely had time to eat and sleep because of the two jobs that they couldn't even pay the bills, and trying to find similarities with the woman who was having the life of dreams, was impossible. I still worked during the day and dedicated myself to writing in my free moments, wanting to reach higher and higher levels in that achievement, and willin
I knelt before the well-kept and immaculate tomb of one of the farthest cemeteries in the city, depositing my set of small yellow flowers below the concrete tombstone, which read "Diana Garcia. 08/23/1991. 12/24/2020."Despite bringing a handkerchief in my hands and touching it from time to time in the waterline of my eyes, I wasn't crying. In fact, the only emotion I felt was the pure satisfaction of having accomplished all my goals without anyone realizing where I was wanting to go. Diana Garcia had been the woman who gave the bad luck to cross her path to mine, when she decided to mistreat me and demoralize in front of her ex-husband, and my current fiancé, Flynn Ashton. I persuaded an unstable and deeply shaken man to take his life. I manipulated and orchestrated every step taken, and I still became some kind of national victim who was too traumatized to give clear statements to the police. Diana Garcia was my perfect victim, and Landon the criminal who freed me from paying for an
"What's going to happen now? "I asked against your chest. "What do we do with life? With the police? The investigator was here earlier. He asked me about my relationship with Leo, the man who held me hostage at the end of the robbery. In the researcher's opinion, I seemed to be too friendly with someone who always presented unstable behaviors.”"I knew," he said, leaning his chin on my head. "They want to discredit us in every way, Tas. But you don't have to worry. I have a real team of lawyers. No one will get enough arguments to cause fear. They have nothing to suspect, at the end of the day. The point is that it is much more interesting to focus on the relationships we had with the people involved in the crime, than to actually solve it. That's the problem with the police in this place.”"I'm still afraid, Flynn. "I commented in a trembling voice. "I'm still afraid that they might catch me off guard and make me confess something I didn't even do. I've never been in front of police
"I don't feel vulnerable," I said, already feeling in which direction that conversation would take. I had to show that I was very stubborn and the owner of my own will. "And I think this whole situation may have made you a little paranoid, Flynn. I'm not criticizing. I think anyone in their normal state would become a little suspicious. But if you're suggesting that I need security guards, I refuse. I can’t work every day knowing that when I leave the supermarket I will get into a car with two armed men and that they will leave me at home, or that they will take me to your house, because you no longer trust the people who live in my building, and that’s why you prefer to avoid it. I don't want bodyguards, just like you don't want to either. And I don't think that being with you will make me a target. I think this can even increase my security, since no one will want to mess with someone so powerful.”"I know the question is strange to you," he said, still without looking me in the eye
Flynn totally entered the room, and seeing him was like opening the curtains in a dark room. He was my sun on that rainy night outside, and I was really happy to see him. The hair was loose on his shoulders, and the smooth and silky strands slipped smoothly to make the face even more beautiful and shiny. He took off his mask and kept it in his pocket, while still watching me, looking as happy and radiant as I should be."The nurse told us that the number of visits was limited," Cristiano said somewhere far from my attention. "I don't think she'll be happy to see so many people in here. Tasha just went through a traumatic situation. She needs rest. You can't keep getting so many people in the room like that.”"You're right," said Flynn, looking away for a quick moment to observe Cristiano. "You can leave now. I've arrived.”"I'm not going out," Cristiano said with a dull giggle. "I arrived first.”"Oh, for God's sake! "Beatrice grunted, rising from a jump. She pulled Cristiano violentl
"Look, Cris... I really like you. I really loved you more than anything in this life. But you're not the guy I can call when the situation gets tight, you know? "I said, performing a mouth-in-mouth. "You're the guy who amuses me, makes me laugh, but that's all. All you do besides that is hurt me. And I know you may be being sincere in saying that you really realized that we were born for each other and that we should continue together, but now, after all, you no longer fit into my life, Cris.”"No, Tas. You don't have to say anything. "He interrupted, pretending that I hadn't really said anything. "I understand that you are already with someone else. And I don't want this guy to suffer, thinking that you'll be able to love him as you love me. I know you can't love anyone the same way you loved me, and I think he'll need some time to understand that. But I don't want to force anything. I don't want you to tell him out of nowhere that you don't want to see him anymore. We can make it wo
Beatrice snorted, but went to sit in one of the chairs, watching Cristiano like an eagle watching the chicks in her nest."What do you need to know? "He asked."How did the police arrive so fast? "I asked Beatrice, disappointing Cristiano's expectations. "How did they know what was happening in the supermarket, if the employees were surrendered before they had time to call them?”"The police had been following Flynn since the first crime," she replied, undoing the angry expression. "They considered him a suspect, yes, but the point was that they believed that the bandits would not leave Flynn alive to tell the story of what had happened. And, being a billionaire man in the middle of Brazil, they took on the role of following his every step to know if they would not meet the bandits at some point. And the moment came when Flynn came to pick you up that night. They were waiting across the street, in plainclothes, when they noticed that masked men entered the establishment. All we really