My plan to follow Flynn was very simple.I couldn't be seen leaving your house, even if I was bold enough to borrow your motorcycle, or if I sneaked through the shadows to get out through the doorman's guardhouse. So, the only thing to get out of there without anyone noticing, not even himself, would be to go in his own car. Thus, when he rushed to the front door, acting hastily with the hope of making sure that Diana Garcia was lying about her attempt to take her own life, I went back to the back area and ran to her dog's little house.The animal raised its head when it saw me, and watched as I let go of its chain, pulling it from the small nail that held it stuck. The dog let out an ecstatic bark and I whistled for him to shut up, before starting to shake it to run as fast as possible to the front of the house. The dog obeyed easily, running out in the hope that I would follow him, but I stopped at the curve of the wall, watching Flynn grumble against the dog's disobedience, and run
"I can't stay here, Diana," said Flynn, finally turning his eyes away from the bed to the floor. He thought he was more interested in watching the shards under his shoes. "There's someone waiting for me at home. You know very well that I can no longer give up my life to be with you. I've warned you more than once that we can't continue with this friendship. That's not healthy for you. I really tried to be just your friend. I really tried to be there to make things less complicated. But now I see that it's no use, Dani. You want more than my friendship, and I made it clear to you that our story ended long before our wedding.”" Don't tell me it's that girl again," she grunted, raising her head to face her ex-husband. "F Flynn, when are you going to get tired of ruining the lives of girls like that? When are you going to stop acting like a savior, to, in the end, abandon all of them with a broken heart? Why do you insist on wanting to take people to your world, just to be able to push t
“ Why? "asked Diana. "Is she crazy like you? Does she have those crises of her sick situations? She has her cell phone tracked to know where she is, who she is with, and how many times has she visited that same place? Does she know you're completely crazy, Flynn? I doubt it. No woman would dare to get involved with a man of her kind, Flynn. Not all the money and glamour in the world can nullify your true face. It won't take her long to realize this, Flynn. She won't want to be with you when she notices that you can take her off the map from one day to the next, without a trace. So, answer me, Flynn: Is she as crazy as you?”"A little more," he said with a smile that made him unrecognizable.Fear as I never felt made my stomach sink, as if I had swallowed liquid lead. Diana mockingly clapped her hands, still watching her ex-husband with an expression that I couldn't see, since she had her back to the closet. I felt my head hurting from so much information thrown against my face at once
I was not moved, but I imagined that it would be difficult to deal with the loss of someone when it was caused by a very close person. On the one hand, I really understood Diana's outbreak. On the other hand, I was still determined to take her out of our lives. Just for that, even though I knew Flynn was clearly suspecting that I was hiding in that closet, I kept quiet and watching them both. Some time passed and Flynn lay down on the bed next to Diana, caressing her hair while she was still crying against him. My eyes were already burning with fatigue when she finally stopped crying and her body relaxed against the bed.Flynn waited until she was breathing slowly, so she crawled very slowly out of bed, like a mother trying to prevent her newborn from waking up. With a certain difficulty, he managed to dodge the arm and leg that Diana kept on him, and stood up. Then he took his cell phone to check the time and sighed, before leaving the room and keeping the door open. Knowing or not t
The cold wind on the eve of Christmas night touched my hair, moving them away from my face as I raised my head to the traffic light in the middle of the intersection, which had just turned red and allowed a small group of passers-by who surrounded me to cross the crosswalk. I walked with a certain hurry, listening to the friction of the jump of my boot against the smooth The people around me, like any Paulista "regardless of whether that was a city in the interior of São Paulo", walked to worry about nothing but their own destinations, so no one looked once again when I went to one of the most remote and unsafe areas of the region.Even in the interior, it was possible to see the very peculiar and customary difference between the social classes of our country. On the one hand, some buildings and a civilization that showed that they were always well with life or so rushed that they did not bother to pay attention to others. On the other side, peripheral houses and young people who gath
I didn't always remember which version of a sad story I invented for people. Lany knew the same as Beatrice, by the way. The story that I had left home because I had controlling parents and that even from afar they kept sending me messages to ask for money. Of course it was a lie. And of course I didn't always remember to support the same version more than once."Well, if it's any consolation... "I gestured with my shoulders, keeping my hands in my coat pockets. "I still have a job, but it's not enough for my accounts.”"I would even tell you to get out of there, but I understand that it's hard for us like us to get something else," Lany said in a sad tone. "People insist on saying that slavery is over, but don't they really get real? The difference is that now even whites are being enslaved. That will never change. And for black people, like us, the situation seems to only get worse. Did you hear about the kid who died because of police officers this morning, Tas?”My face of astonish
" Yeah, Tasha, you think very well about things," said Leo, reflecting on himself. He didn't even notice that the corners of my lips shook to smile and I contained the reaction at the last second. "I think I'm going to take another walk around the neighborhood. Seeing someone who's sick. Not only poverty, but everything, you know? Someone who wants to give up. So she'll steal without a problem. When we have nothing to lose, we don't care what you're going to gain either.”"That's it," I agreed out loud. "You're too smart, Leo. You need to use this to your advantage. You know you would win the easy world if you had the opportunity. You have to go after it the way you really can.”Leo agreed, and a moment later, the uproar of the drunk young people got too high for us to stay there, so he took me back towards the alley. At that moment, some boys were leaving the house and passed us with quick and serious greetings, certainly going to the square in order to join the other lost young peop
The woman who was sitting on the couch of Beatrice's house that night next to a Flynn Ashton who smiled happily, did not even look the same as thirty minutes before she had been convincing a man to commit murder. Because that woman was smiling and felt truly grateful to have people with whom she could celebrate one of the most important festive seasons of life, even though these same people were so oblivious to the fact that that woman did not have much zeal for the lives of others.I was celebrating Christmas Eve with my friends, since I couldn't count on the expectation that my sister would call me to be with her, and, in fact, I didn't even worry about sending a message wishing me happy holidays, since I doubted that she would at least receive the message, considering that I was still blocked. And since Flynn also said he would have to go alone in his big mansion, since his father was still traveling, I invited him to be with me that night. But as soon as the company of Beatrice's
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