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 him whateve
Brahim was more focused on the rearview mirrors of the car than on the road. That mysterious figure behind the tree put him on alert. In their position, they could be police officers or enemies from other mafias, whatever it was, it was bad.- Answer me: why were you in that square? - Brahim asked Bethany, very seriously."What does it matter?" was the bland answer that made him furious. He slammed his hand on the dashboard of the car, stealing all of his companion's attention.-Damn it! Answer the question. -He looked at her with his eyes burning with anger.-I was waiting for nightfall so that when I got home, Ciro would already be asleep. - She lied skillfully. Brahim didn't care about Derek's life, nor did he care what she did or didn't do.-Well, you've caught the attention of some unwanted people. - Brahim said, moderating his tone of voice. Bethany followed his curious gaze to the rearview mirror to see an insignificant taxi following them.-Who do you think it is?"I don't kno
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
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
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
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
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
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
Once again, Bethany woke up in a bland, cold hospital bed, but this time it wasn't in Florence, and her name wasn't Bethany either, but Anne. As soon as she arrived on American soil, she felt immense relief; she would finally stop fighting for her life. She was taken to a hospital that offered exclusive services to law enforcement officers, veterans, and their families. They subjected her to different tests, from blood tests to a psychological study. Finally, she was alone, lying on her back looking out the window at a moon that was a couple of nights away from being full; it was just as beautiful as in Italy. She thought about Brahim, if she had gotten to a hospital in time or if he would have died in the helicopter. And she also thought about Ciro, about that last promise he had made her. She didn't want to obsess, but it was almost impossible. If she had learned anything from Ciro Tonali, it was that he was stubborn; he would do everything possible to keep his word. "Bethany"
The vastness of the forest was reduced to Ciro's feet, he knew it like the back of his hand, and that was no exaggeration. He had grown up there, he had played hide and seek with Brahim many times, he had also walked there with his father looking for wildlife to hunt. He would never have imagined that in the future he would hunt his wife. It was when he understood that he was not the master of his destiny, which was what scared him the most.- Where are you taking me? - Anne asked, finally calming her tears. She walked ahead of Ciro, one of his hands holding her thin neck, while in her free hand she held the gun in the area of her lower back.-Brahim is waiting for us. – was all he said. He felt his heart squeezing, resisting this act of cruelty towards his wife, the woman of his life. He had found her hiding behind the rock long before the agent did and he stood frozen, watching her in ter
Anne found herself facing a wooded area of more than fourteen thousand two hundred hectares, she had already crossed them on her own foot, although this time it was different, because she had a pair of criminal brothers following her. She couldn't go down the main road, the only path free of weeds and leaves, where the vehicles moved, it would be too obvious. She advanced along the right furrow, clearing her path of branches and leaves, watching the ground carefully to jump over puddles or stones that she could trip over. She wasn't sure if there were snakes or spiders hiding in the undergrowth, she had no room to think about it, the real danger was the Tonali brothers. Her heart leapt into her chest when she became aware of the echoing footsteps following hers. She quickly hid behind the thick trunk of a tree, hoping not to be seen. She heard the static typical of radio communicators, followed by the booming
It was 2:13 in Italy. Ciro's sleepless nights had already become a habit, as had his taste for liquor. He was in the cellar of his house drinking Sicilian anise, the bitter taste of which was accompanied by equally bitter memories that revived the moment when his own brother, blood of his blood, told him that he had impregnated his wife, the woman of his life. If he got drunk it was not to forget, he never understood people who drank to forget their sorrows, he kept them fresh in his mind, he did it to be able to fall asleep. He used liquor as a soporific substance. The silence of his solitude was broken by the ringing of his cell phone. He took the device with his free hand, without letting go of the glass of anise, and glanced at the caller ID, noticing a call from one of his lackeys. He pressed the green button and brought the cell phone to his ear, while bringing the glass to his mouth.-Sir, I have
Around nine o'clock at night, Michael, handcuffed and guarded as if he were a high-ranking leader of some South American Carter gang, returned to his native country, the United States. The autumn breeze that blew, carrying with it the smell of hot dogs, hamburgers and tacos, the English accent resonating on every corner and the delirious people walking the streets talking to nothing, welcomed him to a land to which he never thought he would return. SWAT convoy he was transported from the helipad to the operations headquarters. Once there, lower-ranking officers processed him, offered him a more comfortable coat, and fed him. Michael was not averse to any deal, and when he had to be cooperative, he was. However, he did not ignore the failure to read his rights. He was not wrong in assuming that this was no small oversight. The feds were running roughshod over legislation. They called law only
With two hundred thousand euros in his pocket, Michael had lived the last few months like a celebrity: traveling, going to and from parties, drinking alcohol in abundance and consuming other substances, and in addition to all this he had the pleasant female company of some women who would do anything in exchange for money. But he was not stupid, he knew that in the shadow of his gloating there were consequences. He had sold valuable information to the Italian mafia with an FBI agent in danger. That is why he was not surprised when he saw a BND patrol. (Federal Intelligence Service in German) parking outside the five-star hotel where he was staying for more than seven days. He swore and quickly packed a couple of wads of cash and some gold and silver items, anything of considerable value, into a small gym bag. His days of jubilation were over, and he now had to answer to higher-ups. Although i
They left the mansion aboard the already familiar Mustang bound for Florence. The city was invaded by the artificial lights of billboards, street lamps and shops stealing the spotlight from the moon that shone in its maximum splendor. Anne watched her through the window, following her as if she were trying to protect her from the man who was driving beside her. Ciro had not said a single word since they left the mansion. Not even when he saw her back wearing the dress he himself had chosen for her. He had only made sure that she was wearing the wedding ring on the right finger.“Where are we going?” Anne asked, choking on the silence. She was ignored. Ciro ignored her question as if she hadn’t said anything. The journey had seemed long for Anne, perhaps it was the distance from one point to the other or the silence. But they finally arrived. The restaurant was familiar to Anne, she had
A second ultrasound revealed healthy fetal development, in harmony with the mother who had followed Dr. Lamberti's instructions to the letter. The pregnancy was already beginning to be an external reflection, her flat abdomen was growing, forming a small, though noticeable, belly. They left the consulting room (or rather, Lamberti's house). Anne had an inconceivable feeling. A second look at her son left her strangely moved. She couldn't say if it was like this the first time, with her firstborn, or if it was a new sensation, either way it wasn't right, the situation she was in didn't allow her to think of sleeping teddy bears or color palettes. As much as it hurt her, the fate of that child was still in doubt.-Hey Anne… - Brahim suddenly said, staying a couple of steps behind, she had already opened the door of the Roll Royce - I feel like I owe you an apology for everything I've said
Although he would have liked to say nothing to James about the letter, Jonas saw no other alternative, so he traveled to the journalist's house and explained the situation SWAT was in, that blind spot from which it was not moving forward, and the solution he had approved as effective.-The private detective you hired would probably have found the house of these two criminals. - Jonas said. - If you give me the information he collected, maybe we can find an address.-That damn detective turned out to be a con man.-That!-As you hear. He was asking for more, much more than what was agreed in exchange for what he had discovered. I lost track of him weeks ago, I haven't heard from him again. - Jonas listened attentively, thoughtfully. It was not an option that was ruled out.-Give me his details and everything you know, or think you know about him, we will find it somehow. -And so James did. Michael was not a hidden or mysterious character, on the con