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
"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
"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
Sofia 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
Sofia excitedly ran to her room in the cottage Larry rented her so she could calm her nerves without her son seeing her. She felt like a teenager. That afternoon she would no longer be gazing at the cottage as she did each time, still feeling impressed to live in such a beautiful place. She was present at her son's chores, but couldn't find a way to refuse the dinner she was sure Larry and his wife Fabiola would propose. She called her sister and asked to connect with her via video call. Dolores wanted to see her nephew and so she did, but Sofia was feeling impatient. As soon as she could, keeping an eye out for Liam watching something on the living room TV screen, she went back into her room and closed the door. She spoke slowly and quietly so that nothing could be heard outside. "What's the matter? You look so strange." "I popped into Leonel Vos," Sofia said. Dolores, a woman in her forties with features very similar to those of her younger sister, with the difference of her h
"This way!" She followed the thick and somewhat hoarse voice of Leonel Vos to her left, crossed to the right, and a clearing opened up for her to see, well-lit, a table beautifully decorated with glassware and china, white tablecloth and with some details, wooden chairs and he, the boss of all, dressed in a black suit. Sofia, for a moment, stopped walking, her legs almost didn't respond. He looked very, very handsome and was already waiting for her, standing with the chair she would occupy, pulled up for her to sit down. Leonel exhaled a muted puff of air after she sat down. Before proceeding, she greeted him, smiled, and at the same time removed her cloth jacket that exposed a black, thin-striped, V-neck dress that was not intended to be sensual or evening; it was a cocktail dress, above attached to her skin, unlike the skirt, which went slightly above her knees. For the first time, he was seeing Sofia with cleavage and found this one to be very sensual. Her hair was straight and
Sofia saw the envelope and looked at it with a question mark on her face. He waited until he sat down to explain. In his gaze, there was a peculiar cynicism. The mask of hardness was already on. "Sofia, if you open the envelope, you will find the same thing I gave you five years ago. Open it." The girl didn't move immediately, only to open quickly the envelope, she was getting fed up with so much mystery. Her breath held as she saw what the contents were about. "You have two days to leave the country. If you wouldn't like to go back to Spain, I can take care of that. Just tell me where you'd like to go and I'll arrange it." Leonel stared at her, serious, nothing moved on his face. One of his legs was bent, one ankle on one knee, his back glued to the chair, his elbow resting on it, watching, observing the features of the beautiful Sofia who was trying to process everything. "What is this?" She looked at him, incredulous. "A very bad tasted joke?" "Sofia, you were wrong to come
Sofia moved away from the door, stepping backward, tired of knocking and shouting. She understood that had gotten herself into a serious problem, into a cave that might not have an exit. She looked at her hand, still holding the plane tickets, and remembered, at breakneck speed, everything Leonel had told her. «Gael has changed, the father of your child is not the same. He will hurt you, to you and Liam. Get out of here, go back to Spain!» «He brought me here to get me out of town. He invited me to dinner just for that, just to send me back.» She glued her ear to the metal, wincing because the material was cold. She couldn't hear anything. He had told her that the place was soundproofed. She regretted not picking that up as a sign that this dinner would go very badly. «But that's what he wants, he wants everything to go wrong here. He just wants me to leave. So why did he leave me locked up?» "Why did you leave me locked up in here?!" she cried helplessly, crying again, wiping h
Hours after the legal appointment with Elizabeth, Leonel entered his apartment with an angry face, although it was not because of what he experienced that morning with the blonde, but because of having to wear the sling and the impossibility of moving his arm well, when the doctor demanded that he didn't do it at all since he had to take care of the operation. Every time he took a bath, he used to move it a little and liked that the pain was less and less. He threw the jacket on the key table, it was slipping off again. Taking his corresponding steps, stepping out of the short area between the foyer and the rest of the apartment, he stopped short, having the living room in front of him, with the thick fabric blinds partially closed. The medium darkness of the evening and the status of the living room didn't prevent him from being able to see perfectly who was waiting for him in one of the armchairs. Sofia Sullivan stood up at the sight of him, she would hold her heart with one hand
There was no evidence of abuse either, only the recent text messages that Leonel couldn't help but reply to demanding Cord to leave him alone, perhaps with some bad word, something made him feel annoyed when it was criticized and used as the alleged abuse. Vos knew he would go to hell for not acknowledging what he had done to Elizabeth's car while she was inside, but for him, who claimed to have already been to "that" place, he wasn't too worried that someone would want to send him back to the frying pan. Also, he couldn't tell there what Elizabeth did, nor his intentions with her actions, because he would have to open a wicked world before the eyes of the law that didn't suit him; talk about forbidden people, mention powerful surnames, make very delicate accusations. If he had to pay for damages before the untouchable morals of Miss Cord, he would do it. It would not be the first time, and in fact, he had already done it with the purchase of that car that she refused to use, camoufla
Sofia was surprised by what she found when entered. "Sofia?" Raymond stood up from a chair next to the luxurious hospital bed. He was dressed in jeans and a white T-shirt, white sneakers with a branded design. He was a bit disheveled but didn't look bad. However, his face... He looked like hadn't slept well. "I thought you'd be... worse?" she commented. "What are you doing here? Did Leonel let you come? I can't believe he let you see me like this." She had her eyebrows slightly furrowed, stopping in her tracks. "Leonel doesn't know I'm here. I had to escape as if I were a prisoner." Then she pointed at him with both hands. "What happened to you? I mean, a clinic?" He looked at her sadly. "Did someone tell you what happened to me?" She shook her head. "I have addiction problems."Sofia's lips parted, she never expected to hear something like that, especially not from someone like him. She suddenly remembered what the pizza guards, the same ones out there, said about Raymond. Th
Sofia had trouble falling asleep. The next morning, she went into her sister's room without waiting to get up. "What's the matter, Sofi? You won't even let me sleep anymore. I'm of an age. Sister, I'm fifteen years older than you, and I love you very much." The teacher opened the curtains to let in the little light of the first hours of the day. "I'll need you to do me a favor." Dolores scrunched up her face and pulled the comforter over herself. "Am I on a cruise ship adrift in Altamar? This house is a mess. I'm on vacation, honey." "Dolores, pay attention to me." Sofia sat down next to her on the mattress. "Something happened with Raymond. Something bad." Dolores's sleepiness began to dissipate as Sofia recounted everything she did last night, the newcomer more and more surprised by the changes her sister was making. For Dolores, Sofia, who arrived in Spain with an emergency and a child in her arms, was always cheerful, proactive, and feisty, but also calm; she left everythin
A day after that conversation between Leonel and Sofia, things were not going well in San Juan, the teacher could sense it thanks to the hermetic behavior of the guards. She asked Liliana about it, feeling an outstanding Deja Vu, but the cook told her that she didn't know anything. Both sealed a pact of sincerity, although inside Liliana understood very well that she could not fail the boss if he asked not to report something specific. Dolores and Sofia tried to enjoy a pleasant day with Liam, but the teacher noticed that since what had happened the night before, after what she had heard from Leonel (something she was quick to tell the newcomer), the atmosphere was tense. She tried with Francisco but realized that he was hiding information from her. Mr. Francisco used to be transparent, she was starting to get to know him. She tried again with a couple of bodyguards but without success. She called Leonel and was again rejected with a simple "he is busy", from a Frank who answered
Leonel smiled. Frank was right, talking to Sofia was for the best. He felt much calmer now and she was a bit of a comedian, despite everything. He enjoyed talking to her. The way she was, the way she expressed herself, the teacher was sweet and in character; he had noticed it before, and once again, he confirmed it. "Raymond called me." She raised her eyebrows. "Of course he did," Sofia muttered. "He told me about Tamara, but it's private, very much his, it's not my place to clear it up."Sofia wrinkled her face. "What do you mean "private"?" she asked gropingly. Leonel sighed. He opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling of his room. "They had an affair." He had no choice but to blurt it out. Sofia's mouth fell open. She couldn't speak for several seconds. The teacher had no idea of the rest of the things hidden behind that triggering information. Leonel would not tell her about the agent's past addictions, precisely acquired during the times of strong love affairs with Tama
Leonel stopped already inside his room and looked at him. Loman continued: "Miss Sullivan has been calling you, sir, she needs to talk to you. That last thing she didn't tell me, but it's something I noticed. And she doesn't seem to be well. Raymond's visit turned out to be more than just a surprise. Will you wait until she gets to San Juan so she can comfort her? I dare say it's just as soon as she needs you two to talk about it." Leonel had to calm down. He ran his hand over his head, swept his face with his palm, and exhaled, then picked up his cell phone and dialed the teacher. Frank spared a sigh of momentary relief and stepped back to give his boss privacy. Sophia was still dressed as she had been at dinner, though barefoot, sitting on the bed, thinking about everything that had happened. Her son was still asleep, Liliana went to rest, and Dolores was already in the guest room, so Sofia took advantage of that solitude to channel things well. The phone rang, it was Leonel.
Leonel stopped breathing for a moment and clenched his teeth, too. He closed his eyes, clenched hard, and opened them before speaking. "Since when?" "A while ago? She contacted me." "Purpose." "To get rid of her husband." The businessman's eyebrows furrowed."Be specific. What are we talking about?" Leonel heard him sigh. "She wants him in jail or dead. She doesn't give a damn either way." Leonel quickly analyzed the situation. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that Frank got up after receiving a call. But he couldn't be aware of him right now. "It's obvious that if she contacted you, it's because she wants him imprisoned, rather than dead. Unless she wants you..." "When Sofia returned to Albany, the day I gave her a ride to the hotel, I sent Tamara an image of that place, of the hotel where Sofia was staying. I wanted to tell Tamara that this woman was here, that her husband had an unrecognized child and Sofia would be the beginning of the end for their marriage."
Leonel was no longer in his bed, he moved to his living room. Leaning back on the three-seater seat, wearing a white flannel and pajama pants, still wearing his sling, he had the big TV screen on watching the entertainment channel, where he watched the red carpet of the big celebration, the birthday of Cliff's "princess" Green, as he had named her several years ago. Frank accompanied him and monitored his boss's informants through his cell phone, people who would be present at the party and who would shed information on everything that was going on or at least, on any irregularities that would point to Leonel. The businessman wanted to handle the situation in a jocular way. He sent out for pizzas, even though the doctor ordered him to eat lightly. He longed to see Gael's face all beaten up, to find out in the front row what he had to tell the press when one of them asked him what the hell had happened to him, while he ate, in the tranquility of his home and his refuge, a succulent