It was three-fourteen in the morning (New York time). James got out of bed and left his room to go to his daughter's. He opened the door very carefully, making sure the hinges didn't rattle, and found her sleeping peacefully. He stared at her for several minutes, thinking she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Much of her charm was due to her mother, of that he had no doubt.
He closed the door and returned to his room. He sat on the lower edge of the bed and took out his cell phone to make a call. The dial tone had its seconds of value.
-Mr. Beghue, do you have any idea what time it is here in Italy? - Michael said sleepily.
-No later than in the States, I assure you. - He said sharply. He did not raise his voice too much for fear of waking Lauren. -Don't waste any more time and tell me why you were so anxious to talk to me. Have you found anything yet? Do you know where Anne is?
-The problem with you is that you think that we, the private dete
The Tonali brothers were lying in the front of the mansion, playing mini-golf. Bethany, unaware of such a boring game, decided to go out to the back garden and cool off in the cold water of the pool. After swimming from one end to the other without any purpose, she leaned on the curb on her stomach, leisurely sipping a piña colada.She wore a full-body bikini despite her fiancé's insistence that she wear a two-piece bikini. With her choice she covered the scar that unwittingly haunted her. The idea of being a mother weighed more heavily on her memories than just a few bitter moments. And the continuous failures in her attempts to get pregnant contributed to her anxiety. It was almost a pressure.She felt a body come up behind her back and press against her. Then, a wave of lustful kisses began to mark her neck, shoulders and back. Bethany took comfort in the ambrosial sensation and without shame or restraint, she leaned back, surrendering to the will of w
The day before the wedding, as is tradition, the rehearsal dinner was held in the backyard of the mansion. Ciro's friends and other acquaintances did attend this event, and Bethany was the one who invited them. The bride would take advantage of this moment to establish relationships with her loved ones. Or at least she would try to, the truth was that she could not get along with several of those who attended the meeting.Bethany didn't take kindly to the sight of Voslov arriving at the event. Clearly, she hadn't given him any warning. The Russian's intense black gaze locked onto Bethany and a chilling smile greeted her. The bride didn't want to appear frightened so she refused to obey that little voice in her head telling her to go somewhere else. She stood firm in her place watching the newcomer approach, flanked by two bodyguards who were dressed in suits and ties, even better groomed than Voslov.-I'd say she's the most beautiful bride I've ever seen. -He flattered
Inside the house, the protagonists of the event went to the wine cellar. She let herself be carried away by him. It was a pleasant feeling, to say the least.-What are we doing inside when there's a party going on outside; our party? –Ciro laughed as he pulled out a seventy-five reserve.-Too many people for my taste. - He turned around, uncorking the bottle with great ease. Making it clear that his strong arms were not just for show. He poured wine into two Savarovski crystal glasses, the finest and most expensive crystal in the world, and handed one of them to Bethany. The woman inspected them with extreme attention, admiring their elegant design. It was the first time she had seen such splendid art figures in her home.-There's wine outside too. - Bethany said hastily.-Not like this one. –He said to his fiancée who curiously brought the glass to her mouth and took a sip, understanding what he meant. The taste was so different and pure, with just the right amount of liquor. A moan e
On weekends, James did not go to the publishing house; those were his days off. He devoted them to his boxing gym. He trained young people and adults, women and men with the help of his two assistants. And sometimes, when the day was slow, he devoted himself to himself. Such was the case on that Saturday morning when he could be found punching a punching bag suspended in the air.Anyone who knew him knew that something was wrong with him, because he was hitting that inanimate object with determination, almost as if it could hurt him. He had not been the same since he was told the news of Anne's death, and anyone who wanted to help him, left with "the boards on their heads." Many already considered him a lost case, waiting silently for him to succumb to the bad consolation of alcohol.-James... - One of his assistant coaches asked him. The requested one did not pay attention.-James... - A second call that turned out to be equally ineffective.-James! - He raised his voice angrily, succ
The day of the big wedding was marked by clear skies and a not-so-stifling sun. The temperature was cool, something that had not been seen in Italy since the beginning of summer.Voslov stood at the window of his mansion, watching the mountains bathed in the golden glow of the sun. His eyes were sad and his attitude was that of someone in mourning. He had reason to believe that the day ahead was less wonderful than others believed."Sir, your breakfast is ready," said a young man whose small, puny frame made him look younger. Voslov turned to look at him with a dull look.He followed the little man into the dining room, a vast room with a gigantic oak table, absurd for a man who lived alone and did not allow his employees to sit down. He sat down at the top end, placed a napkin on his lap, waited for his cooks to prepare the dish, and began to eat. More than thirty employees were lined up waiting to receive an order."Is my suit ready yet? I'll be leaving
The hotel was the epicenter of chaos with employees running from one side to the other. It was a high-prestige wedding, nothing could go wrong. Voslov hastily cleared away the employees who were blocking the elevator, but not before asking where he could find the long-awaited protagonist. He pressed the button that would take him two floors up. In the hallway where the doors opened there was no one. A crushing silence echoed off the walls, interrupted only by their languid but firm footsteps.He stood in front of the door of one of the rooms. He inhaled and exhaled several times very quietly, giving the impression that he was performing some kind of ritual until he finally rang the bell. He was answered by a bodyguard."I want to see Ciro Tonali," he said, reserving his politeness."He's not available," was the man's direct reply. Voslov felt something spark inside him, making him furious. He couldn't tolerate such disrespectful treatment. Of course, the bodygua
Michael, or rather Derek, arrived at the wedding accompanied by a tall African-American woman with wavy hair and an elegant bearing, who could match the detective's tuxedo.- Remember: we are a couple without children, we lived in Naples until recently when we bought a house here in Florence. - He went over the alibi with his partner. She nodded, delighted to attend a high-class event for which she would be paid the not inconsiderable sum of thirty thousand euros. - Try not to talk to anyone and if you have to, say little. You can say that you don't yet master the language.-Understood. If you'd like, I could give you a hand with the whole investigation. - Karla offered.-It's better not. Just do what I tell you and try to go unnoticed, we'll see each other later.Each went their separate ways. Michael set out to talk to some of the guests who seemed more receptive to talking to a stranger. His intention was to find out more about the bride. What he had r
Lorient acted like the boss in the suite, ordering around left and right. She had told Bethany she had nothing to worry about, and boy did she mean it. The tantrum she threw when they brought her the wrong jewelry was no bigger than the one she threw when they showed up with the bouquet Bethany was supposed to be carrying. Sleepy white roses instead of lively red ones.-You're so late! When I ordered Belgian chocolates, I didn't think they'd come all the way to Belgium to bring them. - The bridesmaid scolded a delivery man who came in, embarrassed. Bethany wanted to say something in her defense, but she was afraid of Lorient's strong character.The maid of honor slammed the door shut once the boy was lying outside. She then turned to look at the bride with a smile. She was a complete lunatic.Both girls approached to eat the chocolates that would help calm their nerves, or at least that was the excuse that motivated them to eat them.-Are you mar
answering machine. He had listened to the message three times already, still unable to believe it. He walked over and played the audio for the fourth time:-I'm recording this message for anyone who might be interested: I'm Bethany Carter, or so I think. I'm stuck in Italy and I need help getting back to the United States.He slammed his fist against the small wooden table. He had no doubts, it was Anne's voice. It had been a long time since he last heard it, but he would never forget it. Even in his dreams he could make it out so clearly that it was as if she were right in front of him. That melodic tone that had been the ringing tone of his life for years.A sea of feelings came to him. Anger, emotion and nostalgia surged through his turbulent soul. In the end, he didn't know why he was crying. Maybe it was because of helplessness, since no one believed him even when he was right. His beloved Anne was still alive.She forced herself to compose
Later that day, Bethany would try for the umpteenth time to leave the house. Inside the Tonali mansion everything was rigorously guarded. Privacy was limited, almost non-existent, so she had to go to a place that was far from the control of her husband, who luckily was not at home at that moment. Her main problem was the guard who practically welcomed her to the mansion. The corpulent man did not leave the small room next to the huge iron gate for anything, not even to eat. He only left his post when he needed to use the bathroom, which was a small room inside his guardhouse.Bethany was playing with the dogs on the large green porch, pretending to be unaware of the security guard who didn't even suspect her intentions, which gave her peace of mind to look at her cell phone. The anxiety that dominated her at that moment manipulated her perception of time in a cruel way, making her believe that sixty minutes would pass as dozens of hours, and the security guard remained firm i
The relationship between Ciro and Brahim was clearly fractured. They rarely spoke to each other and the few moments they shared were filled with tension. There was a thin streak of hostility between them, just waiting to explode. Brahim tapped his golf club against his SDR sneakers , glancing at his brother, who until now had been acting rationally, if a little distant.-How are things going with Bethany? - She asked, throwing Ciro off balance. He preferred to concentrate on his shot so as to stop himself from giving her a murderous look."You mean how they walk after having rolled around with you?" he said hostilely, lamenting his bad shot that left the victory on a silver platter for Brahim.-No. I mean about the private detective. -Ciro ignored him. He didn't want to tell him anything about his wife. Brahim stood in front of his brother and continued: -I've looked at the inform
Sand Wedge club hit the small white ball which rolled into the hole. The firstborn strutted about his achievement and shouted claims as he got ready for the next shot. Brahim was absorbed in his reality, not even realizing that Ciro was about to steal his turn. He watched intently towards the balcony of the main room. Bethany was standing there, returning his stalking gaze. With the cool breeze of the wind ethereally stirring her reddish hair. In the last few days, Ciro had become a kind of guardian angel who watched over Bethany day and night from the temptations of “Lucifer.” That distant glance was the first contact that reunited the well-matched lovers after several weeks of ignorance. Brahim had wished to have the opportunity to talk to her, although he didn’t know very well what he would say to her. That last conversation they had had left him with a lot to th
Ciro was tying his tie with great effort, making mistakes over and over again until he lost his patience. He was not used to tying it himself, usually Bethany helped him, who did it in a flash. But this time he couldn't go to her or he would ruin what he had in mind. Surrendered to frustration, he left the knot badly tied and the tie crooked, thinking that it looked better than he thought, and even if it didn't, he wouldn't waste any more time on it. That ridiculous accessory had taken up a lot of his time, more than he spent on any other piece of his suit. Suddenly, a ringing sounded that wasn't his cell phone. It took him a while to realize that it was the small android he had confiscated from the detective. He walked over to the nightstand next to his bed and pulled the noisy device out of the top drawer where he had kept it. "Unknown" was written on the identifier, it was a number that wasn't regi
Bethany's bare feet touched the green grass, damp from the sprinklers the gardener had put up earlier.The iron gate was right in front of her, and it looked farther away than usual. Only by crossing those bars would she achieve freedom, or at least the beginning of it. She began to walk slowly, almost on tiptoe, being as stealthy as she could. It was early in the morning so Ciro was sleeping, if she didn't escape now, then there wouldn't be another one. She quickened her pace, feeling very slow, but the bars were getting further and further away.-Bethany! - She heard her captor's fierce scream from inside the house. Ciro had woken up. It didn't matter anymore to be stealthy. Her fast walk changed into a run for her life.She ran as fast as she could, but she still couldn't close the distance to the iron gate. And if her suffering wasn't enough, the dogs came out of their den straight towards her. She understood that they weren't there to keep her company but t
After leaving Michael's house, Ciro, with disgust making his blood boil, was about to arrive home, however, he was not ready to face his wife. What would he say to her? How would she react? This last question was what scared him the most. He had never reacted violently to her, not even the first time of her infidelity, but he was not sure he could handle it as well now. This time he felt like his soul was being squeezed and all he wanted was to destroy something with his fists, until he saw them bleeding and raw, and his anger flowing out through his wounds, they had to be huge openings. He stopped at a pole dance without being completely aware of what he was doing. His mind was only focused on revenge, as it could not be otherwise considering what he did. He sat at one of the tables to watch the women dressed in lingerie dance on the pole. He ordered a bottle of rum that he intended to drink
Everything was a blur. Flashbacks flashed through his mind where he was running, constantly looking back. He tripped and the next thing that took a bit of force in his memories was the sting in his head from a hard blow. As he fell, he remembered saying goodbye to those he loved.When he began to become aware of the events, the first thing he noticed was that his body was immobilized. His arms and legs were tied and dead to his will. Someone immediately removed the cloth bag that covered his head. It took him a few minutes to adjust his vision to the light; it seemed like he had a lighthouse right in front of him.-Good morning. –He heard a voice. He had spent a lot of time investigating and meddling in the Tonali's life to know that it was Brahim.He was standing very close to Michael while Ciro was a little further back, glaring at him. And around him were five men dressed in black. The detective noticed that they were in the house he had bought
Bethany had been craving a latte, so she decided to go down from the bedroom to the kitchen. Ciro had left for some time, somewhere she didn't know, and he still hadn't arrived.He entered the kitchen, which was completely empty. The maids had already left for their respective homes when they finished their work shift. He prepared his drink very slowly, not wanting the rush to spoil its good taste. Latte coffee was his favorite. Its flavor brought back family memories that stirred his nostalgic sense. He drank it out of a kind of masochism.She made a face of disgust when she saw Brahim entering, thinking she was alone. The man leaned his right shoulder against the edge of the entrance and prepared to look at her with seductive airs. Seeing that Bethany was not fazed by his eagerness, he took the initiative to approach her and moved one of her locks of hair away from her face."What do you think you're doing?" She asked as if it were the strangest thing anyone had ever done to her."W