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
Leonel stopped. He narrowed his eyes, realizing that she was serious."I came looking for you. I want you to move to Puerto Rico and live there together." If seeing her there surprised Leonel, that invitation perplexed him. "Why?" She looked at the compromised arm, then fixed her gaze on his dark eyes. "Because that's enough, it's enough of being here letting you be seen only at specific times of the day as a vampire. Only at certain events, with the select press. No, that's enough. Enough of recovering far from a hospital and with doctors at home because your life is in danger if you are exposed to places like this. Enough of the destruction of souls by people who are more powerful than we can think, or even see." "You want me to run away." "I don't want you to run away, I want you to be safe. Just as you have kept me safe, just as you have sacrificed for me in the past. Just as I would love for you to do for yourself." "And you think I haven't? I have detached myself from so
Sofia watched him caress her and felt him with divine pleasure as she lay under the warm comforter. Leonel, sitting on that same bed, slowly dragged his fingertips over Sofia's white skin, her bare thigh, the rest of her leg, up, down... Silence kept them good company. He explained to her how she would heal his wound, so Sofia helped in the process. Before amalgamating on the mattress, he put the sling back on and also swallowed two pain pills. Leonel was a little scared after having sex with her in the shower, as the pain was sharp, stabbing, and excruciating but short-lived. After the cure and pills, everything turned out fine. He made his mental notes to have a more thorough checkup soon. "Leonel." "Mmm?" "What happened to the video Gael showed me? Hasn't a way been found to get it?" He stopped his touches and looked at her. "We made some moves for it, but nothing was found." "What exactly did you do?" "Through a maid at Gael's house." "And how do you know she helped you
"Girl, how does it feel to be in this crappy motel?" She laughed, as Elizabeth began to get nervous. "Will you let me in?" The blonde Elizabeth Cord swallowed thickly, shivering at the unexpected visit. She let Gael's wife in and closed the door.Tamara, just as she entered, stopped dead in her tracks, standing. She looked around; the place was clean and tidy and didn't smell bad, like coffee and women's perfume. She spotted an empty, rectangular, wheeled suitcase, wide open on the only double bed in the place. "Didn't Gael tell you not to take anything with you? What will you pack in there?" She pointed to the suitcase dismissively. "I didn't take anything from my apartment," Elizabeth answered, dressed in a pair of thick black pants, a top of the same color, and over it, a mustard-colored vest with large light brown buttons on the front. "I'll buy some things with the cash your husband's worker gave me when he brought me in. All brand new. I'll also take some things from here."
On the plane, the couple talked about Liam and the decision to live together. Leonel agreed to everything the little boy's mother proposed. It was not the best idea to sleep in the same room when they arrived. They wanted first to explain to Liam how the situation would be from now on, to see if he would accept it, but without stopping spending time together inside the house, investing more time between them as a new couple that longed to settle down in the middle of chaos and fear, with outings, in family life, now that Dolores was there and that the others seemed to join that nice circle. So it was done, all accomplished, and in a couple of days, which were work days for the teacher at the school, as well as school days for the child (these being the last school days of the year), they began to make room for Christmas; it was not yet December, but it was so close, that guided by traditions, they began to decorate the house. They had the time of their lives, as never before. Therap
Lawyer Adam Coney's assistant arrived at his apartment on the outskirts of the Big Apple's largest Latino neighborhood. It was already late at night, she was carrying a huge fatigue, high heels that she was crazy to throw over any part of her apartment, and folders in her hand, along with a leather briefcase. Dressed in office attire, although with a slight dishevelment of her hair thanks to the cold that barely covered the long coat and the few beers on top ingested at the bar in the corner of the buffet, she lamented once again because that nice housing complex used magnetic cards for the doors, missing very much some keys as she fought with the system failure. About to launch another expletive, the young girl bent down a bit to set the gear on the floor so she could perform the task of unlocking her home with both hands. As she straightened up, a sudden push slammed her against the door. She cried out urgently, but no one would hear her, because the force of the gloved hand si
It was a cool night, clear skies in that part of San Juan. The water was warm thanks to the pool system. Leonel had been swimming for a few minutes. It was a little difficult at first, but he found the perfect trick to do it without his arm. Now his feet were the only limbs submerged in the water. Wearing only a shorty-type swimsuit, he ingested some black soda with ice in a short glass. For the first time, he felt good. And the confirmation of this was given by the simple fact of being there with a group of people he could call Family. He thought of his mother. Living in the United States, south of Albany, she was the only blood family he had left. He had visited her little lately, although Frank helped him to make sure she lacked for nothing. He thought about bringing her to Puerto Rico, introducing her to Sofia, that she would also meet Liam and they would spend some time together in that beautiful place. While his longings and thoughts about it were shaping new plans, his cel
Sofia Sullivan must have been awake and attentive.Just a few minutes ago, she'd been named the best employee in the coffee shop; how could she not live up to it?But she wanted to squeeze her eyes shut for a long minute. Breathe too."How will I pay all these debts?" she asked herself after had done her math.She found it ironic to say that money wasn't everything, but far more ironic the awards she was given before went home. Her landlady gave her an ultimatum, she had to pay the rent that week. The debt was for two months. If she didn't want to go live in a shelter, the best thing to do was to catch up.These were difficult times. He hadn't been receiving support from the municipality for months and his salary wasn't enough. It was a good job, but still not enough. The accounts did not lie, she was in the red. Standing behind the cash register of the café where she worked, still wearing her apron, she kept writing in her little notebook the various strategies that her dull head des
It was a cool night, clear skies in that part of San Juan. The water was warm thanks to the pool system. Leonel had been swimming for a few minutes. It was a little difficult at first, but he found the perfect trick to do it without his arm. Now his feet were the only limbs submerged in the water. Wearing only a shorty-type swimsuit, he ingested some black soda with ice in a short glass. For the first time, he felt good. And the confirmation of this was given by the simple fact of being there with a group of people he could call Family. He thought of his mother. Living in the United States, south of Albany, she was the only blood family he had left. He had visited her little lately, although Frank helped him to make sure she lacked for nothing. He thought about bringing her to Puerto Rico, introducing her to Sofia, that she would also meet Liam and they would spend some time together in that beautiful place. While his longings and thoughts about it were shaping new plans, his cel
Lawyer Adam Coney's assistant arrived at his apartment on the outskirts of the Big Apple's largest Latino neighborhood. It was already late at night, she was carrying a huge fatigue, high heels that she was crazy to throw over any part of her apartment, and folders in her hand, along with a leather briefcase. Dressed in office attire, although with a slight dishevelment of her hair thanks to the cold that barely covered the long coat and the few beers on top ingested at the bar in the corner of the buffet, she lamented once again because that nice housing complex used magnetic cards for the doors, missing very much some keys as she fought with the system failure. About to launch another expletive, the young girl bent down a bit to set the gear on the floor so she could perform the task of unlocking her home with both hands. As she straightened up, a sudden push slammed her against the door. She cried out urgently, but no one would hear her, because the force of the gloved hand si
On the plane, the couple talked about Liam and the decision to live together. Leonel agreed to everything the little boy's mother proposed. It was not the best idea to sleep in the same room when they arrived. They wanted first to explain to Liam how the situation would be from now on, to see if he would accept it, but without stopping spending time together inside the house, investing more time between them as a new couple that longed to settle down in the middle of chaos and fear, with outings, in family life, now that Dolores was there and that the others seemed to join that nice circle. So it was done, all accomplished, and in a couple of days, which were work days for the teacher at the school, as well as school days for the child (these being the last school days of the year), they began to make room for Christmas; it was not yet December, but it was so close, that guided by traditions, they began to decorate the house. They had the time of their lives, as never before. Therap
"Girl, how does it feel to be in this crappy motel?" She laughed, as Elizabeth began to get nervous. "Will you let me in?" The blonde Elizabeth Cord swallowed thickly, shivering at the unexpected visit. She let Gael's wife in and closed the door.Tamara, just as she entered, stopped dead in her tracks, standing. She looked around; the place was clean and tidy and didn't smell bad, like coffee and women's perfume. She spotted an empty, rectangular, wheeled suitcase, wide open on the only double bed in the place. "Didn't Gael tell you not to take anything with you? What will you pack in there?" She pointed to the suitcase dismissively. "I didn't take anything from my apartment," Elizabeth answered, dressed in a pair of thick black pants, a top of the same color, and over it, a mustard-colored vest with large light brown buttons on the front. "I'll buy some things with the cash your husband's worker gave me when he brought me in. All brand new. I'll also take some things from here."
Sofia watched him caress her and felt him with divine pleasure as she lay under the warm comforter. Leonel, sitting on that same bed, slowly dragged his fingertips over Sofia's white skin, her bare thigh, the rest of her leg, up, down... Silence kept them good company. He explained to her how she would heal his wound, so Sofia helped in the process. Before amalgamating on the mattress, he put the sling back on and also swallowed two pain pills. Leonel was a little scared after having sex with her in the shower, as the pain was sharp, stabbing, and excruciating but short-lived. After the cure and pills, everything turned out fine. He made his mental notes to have a more thorough checkup soon. "Leonel." "Mmm?" "What happened to the video Gael showed me? Hasn't a way been found to get it?" He stopped his touches and looked at her. "We made some moves for it, but nothing was found." "What exactly did you do?" "Through a maid at Gael's house." "And how do you know she helped you
Leonel stopped. He narrowed his eyes, realizing that she was serious."I came looking for you. I want you to move to Puerto Rico and live there together." If seeing her there surprised Leonel, that invitation perplexed him. "Why?" She looked at the compromised arm, then fixed her gaze on his dark eyes. "Because that's enough, it's enough of being here letting you be seen only at specific times of the day as a vampire. Only at certain events, with the select press. No, that's enough. Enough of recovering far from a hospital and with doctors at home because your life is in danger if you are exposed to places like this. Enough of the destruction of souls by people who are more powerful than we can think, or even see." "You want me to run away." "I don't want you to run away, I want you to be safe. Just as you have kept me safe, just as you have sacrificed for me in the past. Just as I would love for you to do for yourself." "And you think I haven't? I have detached myself from so
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