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
The plane arrived at the airport in the American capital as the sun was setting. Stepping onto American soil gave Bethany a breath of fresh air. Italy, although beautiful and sublime, still felt like a foreign land. Meanwhile, the small and insignificant piece of the United States that she had barely traveled through (the airport) forged in her a longing for nostalgia. Naïvely, she created an innocent illusion that her home, or her parents' home, would reinforce that feeling.She found her parents easily in the crowd and embraced them warmly. They left the airport with Red helpfully carrying his daughter's bags. He then offered her the passenger seat. The driver seemed to be clinging to Caitlin, who didn't even allow herself to debate it.The drive home didn't seem familiar to Bethany, who didn't miss a thing. Her parents lived in a picturesque, expensive neighborhood. In a one-story house, but it was spacious.-Is this where I grew up?"Yes." Was Ca
The next day, with the sun already warming the streets, Bethany left her house with her father, who offered to take her to the Washington DC academy. It was not far from her house, so they walked quietly, through a seemingly pleasant neighborhood."Didn't Mom have an appointment at the hospital today?" he asked. Caitlin had stayed home, tidying up after getting up very late.-He asked for some days off so he could spend as much time with you as possible. - Red clarified.They walked without hurrying, not wanting to be chased. Her dad, very attentive, pointed out places he used to frequent, like a computer rental shop where he spent long hours. Or a candy store where he shopped every day after school. Bethany didn't remember it, but she could imagine it.She didn't talk much about people. She mentioned that, during her teenage years, she wasn't very sociable. Her closest friends could be counted on the fingers of one hand, and none of them were in the city
The midnight in Washington DC was more refreshing than in Italy, even whipped by a cold breeze. Bethany was lying in her bed, completely lucid . On the verge of tears. So far, her trip had been fruitless, with only American food making her most homesick. At home she felt no different than at Ciro's house. There, too, she was a guest. The academy, instead of recovering details from her memory, confused those she had already had.He got up from his bed and went to one of his suitcases where he took out his personal diary. He looked for the first blank page and, pen in hand, began to write new compilations."I'm Bethany Carter, a stranger in my own life. I'm not passionate about my job, and I don't know the people who claim to love me. My future husband is an Italian lawyer and businessman. He's extremely sweet, but I find his brother rather unpleasant, despite having been my lover.My fiancé knew my brother long before he met me, but no one notices that fac
For hours, Bethany cried, curled up in the arms of her future husband, who regretted not having firmly opposed her idea of wanting to go to the United States. A trip that turned out to be counterproductive, since she had arrived broken in melancholy, unable to remember her home. Not even Miss Halston came back to life in her memories.When night fell, the woman shared the bed with her fiancé again. Wrapped in the same sheets as him. Ciro had hugged her and comforted her as much as she needed, refraining from reproaches. He was the most, if not the only real thing she had in her life, and he would be perfect if he were not a man of mysteries who hid hundreds of secrets from her. With her eyes red and swollen from so much crying, she looked at the ring on her finger, without finding any other meaning than that of an accessory. It was not a symbol of love or anything like that. Maybe her mother was right and the decision to get married was hasty.Ciro's cell phone
Ciro's sleep had been so pleasant that at no time during the night did he notice the absence of his fiancée, nor did he notice the visit of his brother. He was informed of everything at breakfast time with his beloved eating at his side. She reserved the harshest details for herself.-You didn't have to do that. My brother is a problem that I should be dealing with, not you. - He said embarrassed. Meanwhile, one of the employees was serving them breakfast. Ciro wanted to be perfect; he tried hard to be, but details like that cost him points.- Please, it wouldn't cost me anything. And I couldn't sleep. - Ciro felt sorry for her. The trip to the United States continued to take its toll on her: insomnia, poor appetite... They were symptoms of depression. She had to fix it before she really fell into a severe state of mind.They were interrupted by the untimely, and for Bethany, despicable appearance of Brahim who did not wait for an invitation to join them
Ciro was heading to the centre of Florence to a luxurious Russian restaurant belonging to Esra Voslov, the leader of a Russian cartel with whom he had an important meeting scheduled. He was going against his wishes, as he would rather stay home with his fiancée. He could already tell she was in a better mood, however, he was not naive, he knew that what had stirred her was her desire to have a child. He had to admit that it was an instinct that ran through her veins. Her motherhood had not been an oversight, it had always been planned. He sighed regretfully. As soon as her attempts to get pregnant proved useless, she would return to her depressive state.Bethany was a piece that didn't fit into his puzzle, into his life. But how could he let her go when she was his other half? He would be incomplete, undone. Besides, his brother was a hunter waiting to see his gazelle run free in the meadow to bite his neck. Although Bethany didn't know it, her life depended on Ciro an
Bethany sat on the closed toilet seat, holding a pregnancy test while she looked at the marked negative with disappointment in her eyes. She sighed and stood up, then left the bathroom. Ciro waited outside, sitting on the edge of the bed, feeling like the most miserable person in the world for giving a wonderful woman the chance to become a mother.-It came out negative. – Bethany said as if she were going to surprise Ciro. The Italian, lacking courage, pretended to be as sad as she was. – Was it that difficult the first time?-Not that I remember. - Ciro said, standing up and taking his fiancée by the shoulders, comforting her. - We didn't look for him, maybe that's why. They kissed. Bethany, in her man's strong arms, rested her head on his shoulder, encircling him in a hug. Ciro caressed her back, making small circles. Cursing inwardly the day they met. She was an incredible
The Tonali mansion was covered in elegance and formality in every corner. Even the service staff was dressed in a flirtatious black uniform with green details that they did not usually wear on a daily basis. Everything had to look good for the big evening.Bethany was in the bathroom, finishing up her hair. She was wearing a fiery red dress that fell to her ankles and high-heeled black and red slippers. From a case she pulled out a pearl necklace and was intrigued when she didn't see any matching earrings. After putting on the accessory, she left the room and went into the master bedroom.-Darling, have you seen my pearl earrings? - Bethany asked, kneeling down to look in the drawers of the side table without finding them there either. She turned her head to see her fiancé, who was sitting on the bottom edge of the bed, looking distracted. And so he was. This evening could turn out badly in a thousand ways, especially for her beloved.The body of his wife
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