Incessant whispers frightened Bethany's good sleep as she woke up alone in bed, still in the hotel room. The little voices were still there, with the occasional laugh that crept in. The woman felt anxious about going out to discover the origin of the whispers, so she got out of bed and walked outside the bedroom. The lights were dimly on.
She was greatly surprised when she noticed Brahim standing on the balcony, talking happily with Ciro. Nearby, the whispers were turning into clear voices. She hid behind the thick curtains to listen.
-I'm lucky to have her in my life and that she loves me so much. - Said the older brother.
-The lucky one is her, because the destiny that awaits her is the same, if not similar, to that of Anne.
-Get those ideas out of your head. Bethany is not like her and now that we are married I will not let her go for anything in the world.
-Brother, I can promise you that I will take his life the same day he dares to leave you.
Back in Florence, back to their daily lives, Bethany and Ciro went to the obstetrician, she with the fervent hope of having become pregnant during their heavenly honeymoon and Ciro feeling so miserable that he could not look her in the eye.They waited quietly in the specialist's office for him to return with the test results. The Italian had urged her to perform the test at home with a pharmacy test, without blood samples or other complicated procedures, but Bethany did not want to risk false positives.The door opened and the inexperienced woman sat up anxiously. Her husband, who had already known the outcome, took her hand in support."I'm sorry, Bethany. There's no baby," the doctor said when he was already seated in his chair on the other side of her desk. The woman's shoulders slumped and her fissures took on the clear signs of sadness.-I don't understand what's going on. We've followed all of his treatments to the letter. - She said disappointed.
The billiard balls collided with each other, creating a pleasant acoustic for Brahim. He would have been playing on the green carpet table for a little over an hour, alone. He had locked himself in that room, longing not to continue listening to the newlyweds having sex. Imagining Bethany naked made him sick, and hearing her reach ecstasy was not much better. His situation was like when they were little, always envying and desiring what belonged to his brother. In childhood they were his toys, in adolescence they were his friends, and now, as adults, his wife. It could be explained as a tiny but latent complex that made him feel inferior to his brother. He had enough with his age.A noise made him look towards the entrance and he saw his forbidden fruit entering. Her reddish hair dripped with water, showing that she was coming out of the tub.-And Cyrus? -He asked immediately.-Showering.Brahim leaned over the table to hit the cue ball with his cue stick
The Tonali brothers were lying in one of their drug factories checking the quality of the newly manufactured product that was about to be marketed throughout Europe and parts of Asia. Ciro leaned close enough to sniff a small sample, finding it top quality. He didn't taste his merchandise, he always thought of himself as a weak man and was afraid of becoming addicted too easily. On the other hand, Brahim had no problem putting a little of the drug in his mouth. His taste buds felt immersed in a feast.-The best thing ever made. -The youngest praised. Ciro looked at his employees who were preparing the product to be sent in different modes of traffic across borders, customs and other police points, thinking about how magnanimous his business was, however, there were still certain details that bothered him, such as being limited in sales. A problem that resurfaced a little over six months ago, when they w
Michael was sitting in his gasoline sedan parked near the main square in Florence, drinking a cappuccino, he was the third. He was meticulously looking at one of the benches where Bethany was sitting. She did nothing but stare at the non-existent horizon, lost in her thoughts.Disdain was reflected in his dull eyes and elongated features. It was the fourth day he had come to that square to do nothing. He would spend the day on that bench sheltered under the shade of an old tree until dusk announced his departure. Michael had been following his trail the whole time. Without getting too close to the Tonali mansion. He knew that the moment one of the brothers detected him snooping around their property, it would be the end for him. He would disappear just as Anne had, without a trace or suspicion.He got out of the car and adjusted his jacket. He crossed the street and arrived at Bethany's side without her seeing him coming.-What a surprise. -Michael pretended tha
A glass of rum on the rocks delighted the Tonali's exquisite palate. They were in the mansion's cellar, comfortably seated in chairs, chatting pleasantly, and the clock was closer to midnight than sunset. Brahim had not returned home after that day when Bethany had attacked him in such a spontaneous and extremely strange way. He laughed heartily when Ciro told him the reasons why he had acted in such a way. The farce had lasted too long.-You're an idiot. -Ciro told him for his lack of empathy. Brahim shrugged.- What do you expect me to say? It couldn't have come out any other way. I guess she's not happy.-She threw me out of the room. – Brahim burst out laughing again. Ciro finished his rum in one gulp, drowning out all the things he had to say to the cretin in front of him. – Stop laughing and tell me what else you hinted at about Anne, you loose tongue.-Nothing. I haven't spoken to her since she attacked me. -He said, drinking from his g
The next day, Dr. Vitto saw Bethany for a routine checkup. When Ciro told him she was delirious, he didn't want to postpone the appointment for long. Bethany didn't object, even though she knew she wasn't delirious.-Everything seems in order, Miss Carter.-It's Tonali. - Ciro corrected seriously, showing the ring.-Forgive me. -The doctor apologized. -I found no signs of brain damage that could explain the delirium. However, another factor that you must take into consideration is the psychological aspect. Amnesia is not easy to bear. My recommendation is that you see a therapist who can help you deal with all this. -He said affably. Ciro nodded, attacked by the cold indifference of his wife who ignored him without much effort.They said goodbye after Dr. Vitto had listed his list of fellow psychologists and recommended a few others. They stood in front of the elevator doors waiting for it to open.-Oh my gosh! I forgot my cell phone. - Bethany sai
After Bethany found that undesirable discovery in Ciro's office, the Italian decided to close his doors, denying her access. For Bethany, it was almost an invitation. He made it clear that there were still secrets to be discovered in there. And she had a lot to find out.Since Cyrus was not at home, the Lady of Fire took advantage of the opportunity to enter the forbidden room. She found the key in the top drawer of the side table in the room where he was now sleeping.Her skin crawled as soon as she entered the quiet, organized office. She walked slowly as if she were in a sacred temple. She opened drawers and filing cabinets looking for any other significant piece that would help her put the puzzle together.-What are you doing here? - Bethany heard a voice that made her jump and drop a folder full of papers. She turned around to find Brahim standing in the doorway. Better than Ciro."It's none of your business," he said gruffly as he bent down to pick
The house was getting too big for Ciro. His beloved's indifference was something that he felt was enormous, because she was usually cheerful, talkative and enthusiastic about the small details of life. She went from being the light of his life to being a withered absence inside him. It was as if he had lost her. That idea mortified him even more when he had just recovered her from the cold arms of death. No one knew how much it would have hurt him to have lost her, not even he could get an accurate idea of that suffering.He wanted Bethany back, to finally feel like his wife and not a stranger living in the same house. If he thought about it, he ended up talking more to his domestic employees than to his new wife. He couldn't go on like this.He knocked hesitantly on the bedroom door, having little hope that she would answer. To his surprise, the door opened, revealing her.-I want to ask you out. -He said with the shyness of a teenager on his first date.
Early in the morning, Jonas arrived at the police headquarters after a hard night dealing with vagrants and teenage gang members. In the last few hours, he had not given any other matters to think about, other than the rescue operation to bring Anne back, so he went straight to the second floor, eager to know the details. However, before going up the stairs he found James lying on an uncomfortable wooden chair, he was asleep.-James. -She began to wake him up by giving him gentle pushes. It didn't take long for him to react.-What's wrong? - He woke up startled, the policeman had to restrain him from getting up."How long have you been here?" Jonas asked. The answer was delayed by a yawn and a stretch of arms.-I arrived at four in the morning. Maddox had told me to stay close in case they needed me.-I know, but don't take it literally, it's just an expression. What will happen to your job? And Lauren?-Lauren is fine, she knows how to take care of herself, and she has you. And I don
Ciro was in his office, sitting in front of his computer. He had considered deleting the files the detective had collected, but what was the point of doing it now, when Anne already knew the truth? He had been naive to reveal the contents of those files, and even more naive to think that Anne would not find them. He should have taken them to another computer or transferred everything to a USB drive that he would never let go of. Now, the consequences were catching up with him because of his carelessness.-I'm here. What's going on? - It was Brahim, who had entered without warning. Ciro still couldn't see him with a happy face, always with a frown and expressionless eyes. He saw him settle into the chair on the other side of the desk.-I plan to go to Russia. You will have to take charge of the companies. -he told her bluntly.-Is that why you asked me here? We've done this before: you go on vacation, I'll take care of it, and when you come back you can fix my mistakes.-No, brother, t
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