first lie

Yurich

I put the metal to coat the fist and undo another blow against the face of the son of a bitch who participated in the attack on Lyana, a damn month. The thirty days in the desert seem to haunt me as much as a plague.

It’s been thirty days to have a perfect reason to meet her again without breaking the damn promise I made, now, for thirty fucking days watching her body languish in the hospital bed. I’m screaming furiously at the bastard.

"Boss" Nureyev’s voice is useless.

The dark eyes without having a trace of recognition dismantled the docile part I was trying to keep for her. Thirty days and she doesn’t remember me.

Sixty days of lust, madness, and strange feelings in the chest saved for that woman who bewitched all my thoughts. I raise my fist and strike another blow, this time leaving the Italian unconscious.

When did I imagine seeing a woman for the first time could cause all these reactions in me?

I snap my neck, giving my back to the prisoner and going straight thro