Bethany moved slightly to glance at the alarm clock on the side table. It was midnight and she couldn't sleep. She looked to her left side and told Ciro that he was completely under the spell of Morpheus. He slept without a shirt and in shorts, the effect of summer. She caressed his strong biceps with the tip of her finger, cleaning them of marks. Without scars or a drop of ink. In her mind, images of a pair of male arms came and went, one covered in tattoos; from the shoulder to the wrist and the other with a kind of police badge with the number sixty-seven inside it, tattooed precisely on the upper part of the biceps. Memories that did not correspond to her future husband.
She turned onto her back to look at the ceiling, helped by the dim light from the patio that filtered through the open window on the balcony and cut through the darkness. She let out a regretful sigh that indicated her anguish. It had been
Dawn was slower than he would have liked. And after his unusual encounter, seeing Brahim, who appeared early in the morning at his brother's house, was no more comforting. The Tonalis went to the third floor, to the private gym specifically, and dedicated themselves to working on their physical endurance by hitting a punching bag. Ciro was not so happy, his fiancée was still indifferent after the bitter conversation they had at breakfast in Florentín. That was without being aware of the photograph of Simon and him that she had already discovered. If she did not have a convincing explanation for the first, she would not have one for the second.-Spencer, do you know who I'm talking about? - Brahim said, bringing his brother out of his troubled thoughts. Ciro nodded, it was the man responsible for transporting the order that was held up at the Russian borders. Brahim stopped his practice to
The backyard of the Tonali mansion served as the reception center for the dozens of people who kept arriving. All of them were unfamiliar faces for Bethany, who at first felt uncomfortable and out of place. However, knowing that this was a situation that would not change, she decided to approach some of the guests, meeting several who did know her and who seemed genuinely happy and relieved about her recovery. Most of those she spoke to said that the accident had been so severe that it was a miracle that she was alive. She approached the bar and ordered a Margarita. While she waited, she noticed a couple of guests holding a baby in their arms. The little girl was wearing a pompous white dress that contrasted with her dark skin. Her curly hair was loose with a headband with maiot pink trim. And the sensations overwhelmed her again. She had no new memories of a baby, but they were still there, wandering closer t
Bethany accompanied her parents to the airport as their flight was announced ready to be boarded. She had insisted too much on them extending their stay for a while longer in Italy, still feeling like an unknown person in their life. Work responsibilities were her best excuses. Neither of them had left the United States for a long time, and they were terrible at the language.His daughter told them, with some contained relief, what until now Ciro had dared to tell her about his life.-Did he mention anything to you about the woman you hinted at? - Caitlin asked.-No. I didn't want to talk about it either. I think if it was important, he would have told me. Maybe it's Brahim who wants to fill my head with ideas.-What I think is that you can't keep anything hidden. You must force Ciro to tell you. He can't take advantage of your accident to clean up his image, if he really did deceive you. - Her father suggested protecting his daughter. If he could, he wou
Ciro walked from one end to the other in front of a horizontal line of people, including employees of one of his drug manufacturing companies. The harmful material was hidden in cans of baby formula.-To those who have the vague thought that they can hand me and my brother over to the federals, I say that these are suicidal thoughts. - He said, stopping in the middle of his walk, looking at each of his employees, almost sixty in number. Ciro inspired more authority than fear. The real fear was produced by Brahim, who was not with him that day.The employees continued manufacturing, with Ciro inspecting each area. Walking slowly between the aisles formed by the tables. Some of the employees were in charge of producing the cans, others of manufacturing the drugs, and the third group packed the cans in a specific order, for every three cans of milk, one was adulterated. On a fruitful day, a maximum of one thousand kilos were made and distributed to several countries in Eu
As she reached ecstasy, Bethany raised her gaze to the stars, silent witnesses of the passion that overflowed from their bodies. The engaged couple were in the backyard of the house, deep in the pool, giving themselves over to the desires of the flesh. Ciro had his beloved against the curb making love to her. In his mind there was no room for anyone but Bethany. He could not smell any other perfume than the lavender that oozed from her skin, he could not taste anything other than the cherry flavor of her lipstick and his touch was beginning to recover what was once his. Bethany was all he had, he felt everything. His world revolved around her.Bethany, on the other hand, was not reciprocating her feelings. Her mind was playing dirty with her and, instead of allowing her to enjoy her fiancé, it was giving her other memories that confused her. They were attached to Brahim: his scent, his touch, his voice... She felt him more familiar than her fiancé. She tried hard to live the
Sitting in the chair behind her desk, Bethany once again wrote in her journal."I'm Bethany Carter, a real estate agent who can't find passion for her job. The days at my firm are long and tedious as I try to find my calling, or whatever it is that motivated me to choose this profession.I am a bold woman, bold enough to approach a stranger in a bar and offer him a drink. I am a shameless woman, so much so that I became my brother-in-law's lover.I had a son who did not survive the first week after birth. Although I can remember living a longer and happier life with him."He marked the end point and reread it, then recapitulated everything in his diary. From the first entry to this last one, he had managed to fill in several gaps that made sense of some of his memories, although it was still confusing.They knocked on her door, she allowed them to enter.-A prospect is interested in acquiring our services, however he has insisted on speaking
Lost in a remote natural setting, the happy couple of future spouses lay aboard the mustard-colored Mustang Shelby in which Ciro was teaching Bethany to drive, under an incandescent weekend sun. The land they were driving on was approximately five thousand hectares, all of it had been owned by Sandro Tonali, and now by his children.Driving lessons were fruitful. Bethany was not so much learning to drive as refreshing her memory. She had vague memories of learning to drive at the age of sixteen. She remembered learning from a woman whose face she couldn't quite see, and her deep-rooted need to feel in control of her life made her believe it was Caitlin.-Very good! - Ciro congratulated, ecstatic with adrenaline as he parked the car. His fiancée had the accelerator at full throttle and at no time lost control of the steering wheel.-I love it. I don't know how I spent so much time having a private driver. - The woman exclaimed.-Don't get carried aw
Before the sun had even risen on the horizon, Ciro had risen from the bed he shared with his fiancée and left the house without her noticing. He headed south of Florence where he was guarded for three hours, without being allowed to make any stops.His destination was one of his companies, the one with the lowest production that functioned more like a loading and unloading warehouse. His brother was waiting there, and he had been waiting for hours. They greeted each other and entered a small, ragged and unused parking lot. There was a truck stopped and about ten guards protecting it. After the Tonali brothers arrived, they opened the rear doors of the vehicle, revealing more than fifty well-sealed cardboard boxes.In one swift movement, Ciro climbed onto the platform and walked the long distance to the boxes. He bent down and tore off the packing tape that sealed it, and before his eyes fell a large quantity of bundles of banknotes. The rest of the boxes would h
When Bethany arrived at the Tonali mansion, she found Ciro feeding the dogs. The Italian didn't notice his wife's arrival until he had already parked. In the past he would have approached her to greet her with a big hug, now he limited himself to spreading a sad smile without stopping his work. Bethany got out of the vehicle slowly, looking suspiciously at Ciro, thinking about what she had talked about with Brahim. Her stomach turned with disgust at the thought that the guy who had presented himself as an angel when she was in the hospital was actually a monster.- Where were you? - Ciro managed to ask before his wife disappeared into the house. It was not a possessive question but an attempt to start a conversation.- Walking. - He summed up, not wanting to get into a web of lies that could easily go wrong. Bethany continued into the house, and Ciro finished his work. He followed her into the ma
It was midnight and Michael was lying under a bridge in a little-frequented square in Florence. As soon as he heard about the raid on his house by Ciro's men, he grabbed a bag in which he packed a few cans of food and two changes of clothes, and he disappeared into the streets, wanting to hide from the Tonali brothers. He had played with fire, and now the fire was burning everything. He had to be careful not to get engulfed by the flames, so he got rid of all his identifications: fake and real; also cards, checks and his cell phone, any device that could put him on their radar.The money he had was enough to survive a few weeks, but sooner or later it would run out. He had to find a quick solution and that would be his employer: James Beghue. As soon as he agreed to his blackmail and paid the forty-eight million dollars he was asking for to hand over the information he had gathered. James was a man desperate to find out about his wife, so he was guaranteed that he would pay h
A small, not at all luxurious car parked on the sidewalk in front of Michael's house. A couple of men got out of it, dressed in tracksuits and tank tops, giving the impression that they had just come from the gym. They greeted the neighbors they passed very politely, and walked to the entrance. No one would suspect them; at first glance they seemed to be good people, and the ease and naturalness with which they entered Michael's house made one believe that they were acquaintances of the neighbor.- Check back. I'll take care of these areas. - One of the men ordered the other. He put on gloves and began to open drawers and move objects around. Ciro had given them precise instructions: to collect everything they could find, whether it was revealing or not. The Italian wanted to know who Derek was. Who his family was, what he did for a living, what size shoe size he wore... He wanted to know everything. Bu
James' spirits were low. The bank had refused to lend him a loan, and this was his last option to find enough money to pay Michael's blackmail. The information the detective had in his possession was gold to the desperate man. No matter how much money he wanted, James would be willing to pay it, even though he had already drawn a target for the detective. Michael had no idea what kind of enemy he had made.He arrived at his gym, which was open to the public. His most loyal customers greeted him, as did the employees. James responded to the greetings politely, but without any happiness. He walked to the back of the premises, to a small area where boxing was practiced in a ring. There was no one there, so he chose that spot to think in solitude. The idea of selling the gym was throbbing in his mind, he would get enough to pay Michael and a little more, but he would be getting rid of his biggest source of income, and with a daughter who depended on him completely, it was not rea
In the three hours (and a bit more) that Ciro had been investigating Derek, he had found absolutely nothing about him, he was a ghost. He was somewhat relieved to know that he didn't belong to any police force, but there was still the lurking possibility that he was a member of some organized crime gang. Perhaps he was a lackey of Voslov's who had sent him to investigate his precious Bethany further and she could have unburdened her sorrows to him, possibly even told him the truth in an attempt to help him.He slammed the lid of his laptop shut and pushed that catastrophic thought out of his mind. Voslov couldn't be such an idiot as to challenge the Tonali brothers; starting with life.-Ciro. - His wife called from the entrance to his office. The man looked up at her. - Can I come in? I want to talk to you."Sure, go ahead," the Italian agreed, trying to tone down his temper.Bethany entered the room with a soft step, feeling helpless. In that of
Brahim climbed on top of Karla who was lying on her back on the bed, wearing her underwear while he had his abs exposed. He kissed her fiercely and his hands explored the depths of her body. However, there was a small problem, Brahim could not turn on his libido. The reason: she was not the woman he wanted in his bed. Karla was beautiful and an expert in lustful pleasures, but she was still not enough for the mobster, and she lacked the touch of the forbidden. He did not want pleasure, he wanted Bethany.His brother's wife appeared in his imagination, posing as Karla. It was disappointing for Brahim to open his eyes and not find the redhead under his body, and no matter how hard he tried to enjoy the reality, the fantasy became more provocative. He could feel Bethany's soft skin when his fingers caressed the other's, he could smell her fragrance and taste her lips. Bethany was anchored in his mind.He felt Karla's hands go down to the clasp of his pants, then she grabb
It was the first time in several days that Bethany had walked alone through the streets of Florence. Without any of her brothers looking after her, or at least that's what she assumed.She thought a lot about Brahim; about what happened the night before, wanting to understand why it happened. If it had been Ciro, she would have rejected him for sure. But when it came to Brahim, she didn't hesitate. Alcohol played a very important role, that was clear to her, but there was another reason. With Brahim it was a sexual experience, superficial. On the other hand, Ciro had sworn to make love to her and Bethany couldn't conceive it. As much as her husband claimed to love her, she couldn't believe it definitively. And she didn't want to get to a point where she would forget everything he had done to her, the lies and the deceptions and end up falling in love. Forgiving him was not an option.She arrived at the street called "la dolce far niente", a very pleasant neigh
The sun caressed Bethany's face, prompting her to wake up. The first thing that crossed her mind was the previous night and her "special" meeting with her brother-in-law in her husband's wine cellar. She thought that with the dawn she would also feel remorse, but that was not the case. The only thing she regretted was not having been brave from the beginning to refuse marriage, and the fact is that she had always had doubts about getting married. Her relationship with Ciro was a real farce, at least that was how she felt.She stood up and went straight to the laptop on her desk. Since she learned the truth about the Tonali brothers, she hadn't checked her email again, and it was about time she did. The emails were divided between advertisements and newsletters from subscription sites, but what predominated in her inbox were emails from Lorient who, despite Bethany's obvious lack of interest, did not stop keeping her informed of everything that was h
The glow of a full moon bathed the elegant Florentine city. From the balcony where Bethany was standing, she could see the river in the distance, flowing with an imperturbable calm, enviable for the chaotic soul of the woman who could not calm down.It had been a couple of hours since Ciro left her alone after he ran into old acquaintances and they invited him to their private poker tournament. Bethany considered the idea of staying inside and chatting with someone, she was sure she would find someone who was as lonely as she was, however, she remembered the place she was in, and the people invited. She wouldn't talk to engineers, doctors, much less lawyers, but rather they were mobsters; very powerful criminals. It was enough to decide to isolate herself from the rest, because she wanted to believe that she didn't belong to that shady world and that it was an accident that brought her together with Ciro, despite the fact that he told her that she knew who he was the day she