Police officer L. Vos saved Sofia Sullivan five years ago from the father of her child, Gael Cliff, a wicked man, who threatens to harm her and her son. After his brave action, L. Vos sacrificed his own life to keep her safe, making deals within a very dark world and quitting his job to become someone else. She didn't know what happened to him after she was saved; she only wanted to see him one more time to thank him. When their worlds meet again, the beautiful Sofia feels that her chance to say thank you has come, but she never thought she would find the same man being another person. There was nothing left of that good officer. Nonjocular look nor kindness. Now he exuded impertinence and coldness. However, despite the shock of the encounter, life kept under its sleeves a great attraction, as strong between them as the power of the dark secrets he always hid. What will Sofia do when she discovers the truth of that coldness? How will Leonel keep her away and safe from all that darkness? This is a novel of drama and action, romance and eroticism, where the evil of the good reigns to preserve life.
View MoreSofia looked to her left and stopped. "Hi, Liam. It's a pleasure," the handsome man said, behind the wheel of a luxurious black SUV, the passenger window down to speak to them, a faint smile accompanying the greeting. Sofia didn't move, she felt as if her skin froze on the spot. "Mommy? Mommy, who is he?" She looked at her little one and felt the vehicle's engine turn off, a door open and close. As if the soles of her shoes had amalgamated with the ground, she was pinned there and could see the man who waved, circled the car, and headed toward them. The ghostly figure was now real. "My name is Leonel," he said to Liam, but he looked at her. Then, he extended a hand toward Sofia. "I owe you an apology." She looked at the outstretched hand, then at his face. Didn't speak right away. "You're forgiven," she said almost in a whisper but did not shake his hand. Leonel lowered it and nodded. "Come on, I can take you." "A ride?" "Yes, a ride. And so we talked." He looked into her e
"Very good, you did very well, everyone..." Applause and cheers, plus laughter, were not long in coming each time teacher Sullivan explained what was on the acrylic board. "Okay, okay, okay. Now, pay attention, please. What's the next letter? Let's see." Sofia smiled openly, looking at the faces of all her students. "It looks like a... "n"?" "Mmm... Is it a question, or is it a statement?" She said to the girl who had just intervened, who laughed with her cheeks flushed. "Let's see, who has seen this..." she drew the letter much bigger, it looked like a cute cartoon, "this letter here?" She looked at the girl, pointing to the blackboard with the marker pen. "Which is very similar to "n", that's right. Who can tell me the name of this letter?" She looked at everyone, no one was saying anything. Suddenly, Sofia felt something move on the side of the door. Looked over there, and her smile faded. "EÑE! It's an "eñe," teach'," Jack Patterson jumped; the nephew of Detective Raymond
"Can I talk to you for a moment?" Larry looked at Sophia as he finished placing the crystal glasses in the cabinet after she spoke to him. He looked down the hallway, where his wife and daughters had gone. "I thought you wouldn't ask. Of course, we can talk." The teacher wrinkled her eyebrows at the first thing he said and smiled at the same time. She didn't know what he was talking about but didn't want to ask. "Dinner was delicious," she said. "Fabiola cooks so good." Larry smiled. "I'm sure when she's finished putting the girls to bed, she'll come and check that everything is okay here in the kitchen. She's a neat freak." "And boy, is it worth it; this house is spotless and beautiful." Larry stopped what he was doing. He dried his hands on the dish towel and walked over to the counter to find Sophia already seated in one of the high chairs on the other side of the counter. He remained standing. "I'm not offering you wine today, there's work tomorrow, but soon at..." He lo
Leonel saw her again. And not just once. He took his pick-up and headed for the hotel, although he didn't do it right away, he still had to square some things, mandates, with two of his most trusted people, the same ones he found himself meeting with (as so many times) in his office. The businessman thought it could not have been more perfect to leave the mini-mall almost at nightfall. Had he done it differently, he wouldn't have caught Sofia leaving with two suitcases from the three-star hotel Raymond told him she was staying at. Leonel didn't want to do anything was willing to do, but he saw no alternative. He had to convince her to get out of Stone Village and even out of New York State. And he was sure that wouldn't be enough. Getting her back was his goal. He didn't call the sister, didn't want to involve more people, although that woman must have known the whole situation, he thought. Leonel was still angry that Raymond didn't tell her anything. «And what was I going to tel
"She is Miss Sofia's sister," Frank said, handing him some documents. Leonel was in his spacious office, located in a building of only three floors. He liked to go a little unnoticed most of the year, so it seemed perfect, instead of moving to a more luxurious place, to expand what would become his first center of operations when everything went dark in his life, in those moments in which he had no choice but to start growing in other ways to survive. For this reason, the office of businessman Leonel Vos was located inside a mini-mall, something unusual for people like him. To enter, you had to go around the building, go through an electric gate, and follow some security protocols. Many people would think it was his favorite place, or one of them, because of the large amount of time he spent there. "Yes, that's her," he whispered, corroborating the identity by looking at the photo on the documents. She looked a lot like Sofia, only that lady had darker hair. "I saw her a few years
Leonel was trying to straighten his shirt collar. The least he could do was rip off his tie and toss it aside in severe discomfort. His passenger at the wheel was dividing his gaze between the road and the center rearview mirror, inspecting his boss, who didn't exactly look good back there in the seat. Leonel pulled out his cell phone, typed possessed, and placed the device to his ear. "Stop what you're doing, we need to talk right now!" He fumbled and as with the tie, tossed his cell phone aside on the seat. "Sir, are you ok?" "Just drive to the office," he barked softly, his voice choked. Vos immediately regretted speaking to him like that. The owner of that luxurious vehicle was breathing heavily and couldn't get the image of a smiling—almost crying—Sofia Sullivan out of his head, piercing his soul as he never thought it would happen. It pained him to no end to have treated her in such a cold way, but he couldn't do otherwise. «Where would she be living? I don't think she's
Leonel began to feel sick. Sitting in his assigned chair at the celebration, he felt trapped inside himself, as if he were a very heavy, archaic, out-of-sea diving suit. He couldn't focus on anything, nor could he hear with precision the words of the hosts who were joining the stage, who were explaining the functions of that building. He could not take his eyes off Sofia, from whom he moved away thanks to the protocol, now having her on his left, quite a few seats away, sitting there, among the people, looking at him as well. He averted her eyes when he felt a sudden dizziness; he had to inhale and exhale, take deep breaths in an attempt to calm the array of things he felt. He had never imagined seeing her again, never thought would meet her in the United States, let alone that the surprise would sting. She seemed to be smiling and that was worse. «What are you doing here? Since when are you in the country? What are you doing here?!» he reiterated to himself, breathing harder, try
"Mom, why do I have to go to school today? We only arrived the night before last." Sofia was surprised by the mature way her son spoke, besides, everything he said was not without logic, since it was true, just a couple of days ago at most, they arrived in New York and from that city they traveled by train to Albany, specifically to an area called Stone Village, almost on the outskirts. They arrived at the lodging in the wee hours of the morning and slept practically all day, recovering their strength at night with the idea of getting ready to go to school at the beginning of the school year. "Honey, I know it's been hard, but I couldn't make it earlier, I couldn't get other flights, not even direct ones, and even less on other dates. I understand you so much, honey. I'm tired too because I have to teach classes, but everything will be fine, I promise." She squeezed her little Liam in a warm embrace, already inside the cab that was taking them to their destination. Sofia didn't sto
(Five years later). "Are you sure you want to leave? There's still time." Dolores Sullivan's anguish was evident in her freckled face and her accentuated expression lines. Standing in the Barajas airport, Sofia and her sister said goodbye. "Mom, is it true that Aunt can't come with us?" Both women crinkled their faces tenderly, looking down at Liam's sad little face, even though he was already six years old. Sofia bent down to talk to him face to face. Dolores would if it weren't for her tears, which she was trying to hide. "Honey, aunt has to stay for work, you know that, right? But at Christmas, she's coming home to celebrate it with us. Do you like that idea?" The little dark brown-haired boy, a color that was changing with time, nodded with a kind of smile, not very convinced by what his mommy was saying. "Hey, buddy, give me five," Dolores asked with a clean face and high-fiving him. "Time will fly by. In less than a rooster's crow, we will all be with the family." The c
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