About ten minutes before the time we needed to hit the point to leave, my friends and I managed to sneak up to the stairs that led to the employees' closets, and hid there to be able to move our cell phones until the time for us to go down. Small groups of employees did the same, hiding behind the cabinets so that the cameras would not catch them. I sat on the floor, put my backpack on my lap and unlocked my cell phone to see the message Flynn had sent me after I returned from my lunch break."I miss you," he said, with a sad emoticon."I miss you too," I replied, opening a smile."Do you have plans for tonight?""No. I usually spend my New Year's Eve alone. Beatrice and Gildeon, those two friends of mine who invited you for Christmas, are at his family's house. So, I only have my bed and some books as company.""So we're going to celebrate at my house.""Just the two of us?""My father and my dog too.""All right. I accept.""You had no choice.""I always have a choice, Mr. Ashton."
The people in front of me knocked their points and wished good parties to those who were still waiting, and I also went ahead, walking in silence towards the door. Those five people who had left first were returning, with their backs to the door and with their arms raised against their heads. I frowned lightly, until I heard a bang, followed by another sequence as loud and strident as the first sound. I had never heard the sound of a shot. Especially when he was given so close, and my ear seemed to tremble until he got used to the sound frequency that sounded even after the employees at the door slid to the floor, slipping in the blood that exploded from their heads.The two employees who were still on their way to the door and were in front of me, tried to retreat, passing by me in such a hurry that my hair shook, but they did not get very far, since they were hit in the back. I heard a scream upstairs, and another sequence of bursts, as the employees fell down the stairs in a hurry
My shoulder burned at the same moment that consciousness hit me. And it was a different kind of burning. My skin opened, my muscles moved away, and a bullet projectile lodged against my body, shaking blood and fluids in its path. The burning was like putting your hand in a very hot pan and then putting it in the water with ice. It was a kind of painful shock and I screamed when the consciousness of the shot reached my senses of survival.I had been shot. I knew I could have left and escaped that chaos, as soon as Lany's cronies made their first victims. I could be at that moment in Flynn's car, going home with him, in order to celebrate our New Year's Eve. I could have hidden anywhere else. But I wanted to show the cameras that I was as surprised as all the other employees. Because I expected to get out of there alive. I expected the police to question themselves about any suspicious activity on the cameras, and I didn't want to have problems in my future.My only problem would be the
"Please," I begged, and I was actually asking him to leave before it was late. To give up while I still had a chance. I kept dragging myself on the floor, wanting to get away from him and his gun. Because I no longer believed that Lany would remember the friendship we had at that time. Not when he took his hand to the mask and threw it on the floor, ending his anonymous identity. " Enough of that.”"Counte, I'm sorry you've been hit," he explained, bending down and getting on his knees next to me. The eyes were reddish and covered by a shadow. He seemed unrecognizable. I felt terrible. I started to question if I really didn't deserve to die when I noticed the way he looked destroyed. "It wasn't in the plans to hurt you. I thought I would have run away when we passed you. I told you to be smart, Tasha. I said I was going to kill everyone.”"Leo, listen to me. You have to get out of here as soon as possible "I asked in a pleading tone. If Lany were caught, I would be discovered, and eve
"Leo, if I survive, I swear I'll help you" I raised one of my hands to hold his, but my shoulder throbbed so much that I got sick. The gun was still pointed at my forehead, however, Lany stood still to listen to what I was saying. "Leo, if you let me out, I swear I can get you a lawyer. I swear I can try to get you out of jail. Maybe you're not even really arrested. If you are afraid of the DNA of your body that was on Diana's nails and mouth, you can rest assured. These analyses take too long, Leo. They won't be able to get to you anytime soon. Please, my brother, believe me. Please. Forgive me for the horrible things I said. You know I've always liked you.”Leo was silent for a moment, as if reflecting if I could be telling the truth. So, turning his head to observe the door that was beginning to open in the warehouse, he decided to make a choice, and unfortunately he chose his own death. In a second, I was lying in my own puddle of blood, in the other, I was being abruptly raised a
I opened my eyes again, without sketching a reaction. The police lowered their hands, murmuring quickly among themselves. I didn't know what tactic they were using now, but the man who spoke went one step further, looking sincerely and cautiously in the direction of the gun that Lany pointed at me. Flynn stood out among all the police, because he also moved closer by listening to Leo's words."Which rich woman do you mean, Landon?”"The one who had two security guards and another man inside the house. "He spoke, raising his chin in a petulant way. "I killed her, sir. I killed her personally. I stabed her while she begged for help. I killed her without remorse, sir. Then, when I got home, I couldn't sleep or eat anymore. I could only hear her screams, sir.”"And why did you kill that woman, son?”"Because they told me to kill, sir.”"Who told you to kill, son?”Leo hesitated.I heard when he swallowed it dry, so that was the moment when I decided to stop him from having time to keep ta
As a person who has always avoided going to hospitals, I need to say that it was a real shock to wake up in one's bed without having the idea of how much time had passed or even why I was there.The first notion I had of the return of my consciousness was to realize that my head hurt. And it wasn't a pain of the kind caused by a blow. She started behind the eyes and extended to the cocuruto, so that my vision remained blurred and blurry for a long moment. No matter how many times I rubbed my eyes, the images didn't focus, and the pain in my whole head just got worse.So I started to notice the sounds, or rather, the lack of them. My biggest problem with hospitals “apart from the doctors, the medicines, the sick and the terrible smell of diarrhea and blood that all public hospitals exuded “was the dying silence that surrounded the white and immaculate walls. I didn't like the lack of sounds, because that was always the prelude to something unexpected happening.But trying to sharpen my
“Go ahead, Mr. Moura “asked Gildeon. "I just ask you to be careful with the most delicate issues about what happened, so as not to trigger emotional triggers in my client. In addition, I will just be observing the questions asked.”The investigator nodded, and moved in the chair, leaning slightly forward. Before he started talking, I remembered the YouTube criminal expert I was following. I remembered how I should act to seem cornered and afraid, so that he wouldn't realize that I had some kind of guilt to hide. I shrugged and relaxed my eyes, wanting to look as vulnerable as possible.“Miss Santos, I am sure you already know that we have been looking for this gang since the murder of Diana Garcia “he said in a rhythmic voice. “During the investigations of the case, we had already detected some fingerprints on the spot, such as a genetic material on the teeth and nails of the victim, which led us to the database of some small crimes caused by one of Of course, we had to work in secrec
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