I must have had the worst luck in the world, honestly. Of all my former lovers, I couldn't believe that Bianca would be the one to find me in my favorite place right in the middle of a date with Amaya. I understood she was abroad, in Italy, living the glamorous life of European models, but no, here she was completely ruining my existence, making my wife furrow her brow.
After Bianca entered the kitchen, Otto came out to attend to me right away, and I had no idea how to deal with the overwhelming tension that hung in the air. It was as if all the good had vanished completely.
"Welcome, sir! We've been informed that you've married a beautiful lady," said the plump old man with flattery, glancing at my wife, especially at the ring. "I see the rumors are true."
"They are," I replied, and I noticed Amaya shifting a bit. "I'm having a pleasant time, but we're hungry, and we'd like some carbonara pasta with a good wine, something delicious and decent."
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"I've never been to parties, mainly because I wasn't very sociable. I'm more of a bookworm than an adventurer. But, well, I can understand some contexts for the rest... And no, I tried alcohol with my mother so as not to embarrass myself in a certain situation, but it's not something I do regularly. And if you mean doing interesting things like going to fraternity parties, meeting guys, and other things, no... My best adventures were through reading." I knew she was innocent, but I had no idea to what extent until now. She had probably lived such a protected, sheltered life that I felt I had to do more for her and let her live a little, at least under my supervision. "Well, after we go to the fabulous place I'm taking you, we'll go home, and from there, I'll take you to a club to dance, to let loose just a bit, to experience it. And if you really don't like it, that's okay... But you'll be with the city's biggest partygoer," I added, and she furrowed her brow.
We arrived home with our emotions running high.If I put aside the encounter with Bianca and didn't dwell on the fact that she was the second woman I knew had been his lover, it could have been excellent in more than one way. Why? It was simple to answer...He was a sweet guy.He made sure I was okay.He was respectful.He paid attention to every one of my actions.He smiled with pleasure when I saw him.It sounded ridiculous in more than one sense, but it was a silly sense that had me on cloud nine, enough to make me question what to wear and how to stop being so plain, how to look attractive just by being myself. I furrowed my brow and picked up my tablet to check Pinterest for an outfit, then I searched for a program to help me match my clothes... That didn't go well at all.I emptied my suitcases, photographed everything without hesitation, hurriedly, and frowned when the combinations turned out
"What does this mean?" I asked her. "Indossare il tutto, allegro... Così non si va via così tesi. Solo... Rilassatevi un po." "I already got cheerful with the wine I had on the Ferris wheel," I told her, and she was taken aback with narrowed eyes. "Alessio Milano took you to a chocolate tasting on the High Roller Ferris wheel?" she asked incredulously, surprising me. "Yes, he did, after taking me on a gondola ride at The Venetian hotel and then a helicopter ride over the Grand Canyon," I said nonchalantly, and she smiled. "I can't believe it..." "What's so unbelievable about it?" I asked with a furrowed brow. "Ask me that in a few weeks. For now, just relax and enjoy; my brother should be arriving soon." With that instruction, we drank the first shots until we lost count, laughed about some of the situations that happened in Las Vegas, some more absurd than others, and the fact that most divor
Imagining that I would have to see my wife a little tipsy was not what I had planned for this evening. Nevertheless, I found it amusing to take her to the club at the end of it all so she could loosen up, dance, sweat out the alcohol, and return to her senses. It was the best distraction, so much so that it would make her put on a puppy face that would elicit the most perfect laughter I could ever experience in my life. I liked Amaya a lot; there was no doubt about it. She was lively, more than usual, enough to approach Octavio and Enzo and give them hugs. They looked absolutely bewildered to see her in this state. "Well," she said as if she wanted to break the tension, "so tell me, dear husband, when we get to the club, will we find all your lovers in a line, or will they appear one by one? I don't know, like, to introduce themselves to me... you know, something like: You're a plain, tasteless Japanese girl, so I don't understand what the all-powerful an
With more calm, we continued to the venue where we didn't have to wait in line, and we went up to the VIP area where we had personalized and excellent service. When we arrived, they immediately gave us a well-located table, and one of the waitresses approached to take our order. "Good evening, welcome to Lotus, tell me what you'd like to drink tonight..." "For me, a whiskey on the rocks, and for her, water," I ordered simply, which made Amaya furrow her brow. "I'm not just going to drink water; we're supposed to have fun, so... I want a Cosmopolitan, or no, I want whatever he orders, so we'll be on the same page." She was too enthusiastic. "What you want won't be; we could be on the same page, but you're already quite tipsy, and the best thing you can do is hydrate so you can join me on the dance floor when the fun music starts," I suggested. She didn't accept that. "I disagree; I want to drink, and I want to do it, and you're
"I like you... But you're the one who decides and I'm not going to pressure you. I almost became a flan after that, I liked to hear when he said that kind of thing because it was the first time they said them to me with a beautiful tone, that they made me feel special, that they gave me an interesting treatment, but a part of my brain believed that he did it with the intention of cajoling me, to wrap myself up for something else. I might be drunk at the time, nay, sparkling, yet I wasn't so as to buy the whole story. She was not a fool who bought the case of love, perhaps the case of desire. Or well, that was what I thought, however, it was not something that my body did not match because I felt arrhythmic, alive, as if the magic ran through me completely and with an overwhelming heat that was burning me to the core. Without a doubt, Alessio Milano was a charmer, one of those who could swallow you without you noticing and wrap you in such a way that things si
"Son'na josei ni wa nidoto furenaide kudasai." "What the hell, Amaya?" Alessio asked, appearing out of nowhere with the security team. He had the drinks in his hand, and I cursed internally for the whole mess. "This idiot decided it was fun to mess with me because of my Asian features," I said venomously. "And since he was stupid enough to touch me without my consent, I decided to give him a little lesson he'll never forget... Not unless he gets immediate attention so there's no harm to his hand." That made the man on the floor curse his luck. "Apolo, did you dare touch my wife?" Alessio asked in a deadly tone. One I never wanted to hear him use. "Shit," the man said between groans of pain. "I didn't know she was your wife, I thought she was one of your mistresses, one of the changeable ones... I'm sorry, man... I'm sorry, Mrs. Milano, I just thought she was..." My husband didn't let him defend himself.
If it hadn't been for my wife, I would have stayed to torture that wretched Apolo with all the desire in the world. He deserved an epic beating that needed his due attention. Nevertheless, at that point, Amaya was more important to me, and as far as I knew, the next day, I could give him life by breaking the idiot's bones with all the pleasure in the world. After all, the soldiers took him to one of the cells we used for interrogations. There, they would let him deal with the pain from the damage that Amaya must have caused him, and then I would return to recreate the same sensation with the help of my torture instruments.Again, and again.It was the funniest part of it all.But that wasn't my primary focus, despite the anger it caused me to think that he believed he had the right to insult her for her ethnicity and harass her mercilessly just because she was a woman. He had to receive an excellent message, maybe cutting off his fingers or even his whole hand could serve as a loud an
That was what I loved about her, so when the cake came, she got up she took our princeessa. We sang happy birthday in all three languages, we laughed at everything and even encouraged her to dream of a wish, to believe in the future, in what was to come, so I carried her and with all the love in the world I said:“Juliana, you are the most beautiful thing in the world, the most sacred thing I have, and I promise you that I will take care of you, love you and encourage you throughout my life, in the greatest possible way, so that you can be whatever you want, realize your dreams and become the most special person in this world” dije entre lágrimas y eso la hizo abrazarme con fuerza.He loved her more than anything, all of them.We finished the evening and after dealing with a lot of games, we put the kids to bed and Hani said he would keep an eye on them to make sure everything was okay, so we could have that night of escape we needed. One that served to give me a surprise to the very
Surviving a gunshot wound to the damn liver had to be some sort of Guinness World Record or something, what I did know was that I was grateful to God for all the good things He gave me after that. Watching my wife suffer was the worst feeling, so I didn't want to see him, so I swore he would be the best husband, the best person I could be.The process was painful, but it was worth every damn sacrifice to get to the best point of all, to have my family reunited, happy and without wars in between, only peace and happiness, we deserved it more than anything in the world.How do we reach them?Ima was arrested by the FBI, Nyoko could not carry the blame, but the fact of being killed by her own daughter must mean something, it must mean something beyond the nefarious part die, something that undoubtedly did not wish my worst enemy, however, the world was the world, Life was life and the twists of fate could put everything in place.Together with the FBI we dissolved the corrupt clan of the
"No... You just used me," I accused him with anger welling up in every bit of my system, "I was just one more transaction for your revenge and now, if I'm pregnant... I have to live this pregnancy in the middle of a disaster, in the middle of stress, in the middle of the constant fear that my baby will be known to be a target," I told her with a cascade of tears rolling down my eyes. Nothing is right, I didn't want to bring a child into the world in these conditions, I didn't want to have a child with you, I didn't want to...I alone could not take it anymore and the accumulated, the stress, the compendio collapsed me to a level that I fell on the floor and I started crying long and straight. He, against my will, bent down to box me into his arms, in an attempt to give me a comfort that I was late and that he was torturing me in a way far worse than everything else."I'm going to protect you; I'm going to protect them."I hate you," I said in response to his empty promise despite bein
Two full days passed before my brother came to bring me news about what was happening. After seeing what happened to the Russians, I couldn't help but feel completely out of sorts, deeply concerned, and imagining the great disaster that had occurred after the Russians."Father had a heart attack," he said, and I felt like my heart was going to stop. "He's stable, but he needed open-heart surgery because he had valve complications.""Oh, my gods, he...""He didn't send you to be killed with Paola," he admitted, and I felt immense relief and shame simultaneously. "Believe it or not, you are that man's greatest treasure, so much so that it seems like he doesn't care about us.""I...""Our father loves you, and he tried to do something to win your mother back because she left him," he continued sharply, and I felt like the world was spinning, the puzzle pieces scattered randomly on the table. "Pamela left him; she told me during a moment when she felt terrible and drank like she hadn't in
"What the hell is that about?" My father-in-law asked when he saw his daughter.He saw me and realized my surprise, then he looked at Dante who saw him with a frown, totally annoyed to the point of losing his patience completely, as if more than rage in anger, he was at a point of complete pain, of total anger with which he did not want to deal, but which touched him given the events.In these meetings they made agreements in which they arranged several, things and unfortunately only they have the knowledge of what they did, but it is obvious that the Yakuza had direct or indirect participation with it.—Kore wa fukanōdesu, machigai ga aru ni chigai arimasen..."I'm afraid there isn't Hiroshi, your daughter has a hand in this, but only they can answer us," Dante said earnestly. We want to know exactly what they collaborated on and where the girls who were moving along the routes came from.The Chechens drew their weapons on the spot, that made all the rest of us draw ours in response,
"You're not going to get away with this. You've done the worst to keep her safe, and you've exposed her in the worst way possible," I snapped angrily. "But you'll have to deal with it; you'll have to face the damn consequences of your actions.""I won't be the only one. I'll make you pay for everything, absolutely everything, and there won't be a trace of you left to bury," I threatened, and she easily broke free from me.She pushed me away and positioned herself to leave as if nothing had happened. When I walked out minutes later, the mafia bosses were gathered to make a toast, the cream of the underworld, people who did very bad things for their own benefit, people who needed to be reminded of the rules so they wouldn't dare to go against a foundation that provided us with certain advantages. Dante was a fair man, but very deadly, so being on his bad side was not a good thing, not at all, and that was why everyone pretended to be calm."Welcome, everyone, to this charity gala, a gat
"Everything will be fine," said my brother, and I didn't believe it, not for a measly second.Things would no longer be the same, the world would never be the same, I would end up swallowed, hurt, desperate and with my heart on the surface, with my fist holding my perennial anger. Betrayal tasted acidic, betrayal tasted bad, and everything was at such a pathetic point that I just wanted to hide forever and never come back, never see anyone again, never feel anything again.*****I was in a house on Long Island when night came. Surprisingly, my brother was very good at hiding people, information and so on, he didn't say much when I told him what I heard, the fact that my husband had used me as cattle for breeding, that my Dai hinted that my father had me killed, as well as the will.He just listened very patiently before sighing deeply and telling me:"The best thing is that you sleep, tomorrow I will bring you something for the discomfort and pregnancy tests to be sure that what happe
"The Russian's wife is very warm, while the Chechen's daughters are troublesome," Alissa told us, and Gemma and I nodded. "The men are much more careful, more respectful, but the thing here is that if they think you're giving them the slightest opening, they'll want to try their luck. That's what led Dante to break one of the Chechens' hands, and since then, they are forbidden to come within five meters of me.""That doesn't sound good at all," I said with some concern. "But I'll play dumb to see what I can pick up. People tend to talk a lot when they think you don't understand them."And that was a truth I had unfortunately experienced firsthand, a truth that had made things a bit awkward at times in my life, like the time I caught the Spanish teacher calling us idiots, or the time an old Karate instructor unabashedly called us pieces of pig crap.When I told my father about it, he pulled me out of that Dojo, and three weeks later, they closed it down for something I had no idea abou
"I think my sister disappeared because it was a highlight, I have the feeling that something discovered and something to say to my father to ask for help, they were going to make big changes and decided to kill us all, but luckily neither I nor Gemma were there," I said tiredly. They wanted to eliminate us, and since I'm a nuisance, they're messing with everything, what doesn't fit me at all is how those mafias that were previously our friends with the Yakuza related to that picturesque story of man and woman... It's too much."From what your brother discovered, something heavy, something completely large that caused a stir with everything," Dante said. And... I think I have an idea of how it could have happened.I frowned, then he pulled out a lot of folders that the damn FBI provided, folders that he used against us without going over the line. He opened the folder and handed me some pictures of a place: Venus."This was a center of domination and submission attended by many people