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CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN
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The gangster and the pianist CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT
"SPARE HER" A week had passed since the infiltrator in Jânio's gang told them he had heard from the leader himself that he had killed Túlio. They couldn't invade Jânio's mansion without Paco's orders or approval. Paco had been unreachable since he returned from whatever country he had been hiding from Interpol in, and fights had been breaking out since then. Túlio's men were constantly putting out fires. Cloe had barely seen Gringo that week, and the current leader had taken Layla to another location. In the early hours of the day they heard that Jânio might have killed Túlio, four men sent by Gringo entered Layla's house and took her away to a place Cloe couldn't even know. Gringo hugged her and explained that it was necessary and that she had his word that Layla would be treated well. He insisted that Cloe stay with her, but Cloe didn't even bother to respond, which he had already expected, and so she couldn't know where they had taken her. Despair overwhelmed her again. Many days
The gangster and the pianist CHAPTER SIXTY-NINE
SOUP SALTED THROUGH TEARSAnd she was prepared for another night of playing until her fingers were numb when Shay knocked on her gate."What do you want, Shay?" she asked curtly, and before the girl could say anything, she turned her back and Shay followed her into the house. She hadn't invited her, and she wasn't in the mood for conversation.Shay entered the gate behind her and followed her to the kitchen. Seeing that Cloe was going to sit down at the piano and stay there for hours, as she had listened to her every night as she passed by her house countless times, she said:"I'll make some coffee."Cloe didn't care what she would do, she started playing the music they had composed for Tulio and closed her eyes and immersed herself. She opened her eyes when Shay put a cup on the table and, with Ant in her lap, began speaking before the girl got lost in the music:"Did you know that Tulio saved my father's life?"There, she got Cloe's attention, who only looked at her and didn't respo
The gangster and the pianist CHAPTER SEVENTY
I WAS BORN THE DAY I MET YOUThat night, Cloe managed to sleep after weeks of sleepless and distressing nights. In the morning, she didn't go to the gym, went for a walk with Ant as usual, and then went to Dr. Frane's clinic. She didn't need the tests to know she was expecting a baby, but she wanted to do everything right. Flora took her tests, and congratulated her with a warm hug."You'll need to eat more, girl. You're thinner and you'll need vitamins, huh?" the nurse told her, "but you look better."Cloe knew from now on things would be better. Her baby needed her to be strong and not cry. And she was strong!Leaving the clinic, she walked up the street where she knew there was a hair salon, and after getting her nails done, she asked the hairstylist:"Please, I want you to cut my hair like this and leave it this color," she showed the specialist an old photo of hers on Facebook."Okay. Do you want to go back to your original color?" the woman asked her, putting on her apron and lo
The gangster and the pianist CHAPTER SEVENTY-ONE
AN IMAGINARY FRIEND?Two months later, her weight had returned to normal, the thinness with which she had arrived at her parents' house had disappeared and she was feeling very well. The nausea had also passed, and her friendship with Hanna had returned as if they hadn't been apart. Ant had adapted well and was the darling of the house, her father had named her the youngest of the family."You are the most beautiful pregnant woman I've ever seen," Hanna told her as they had breakfast at her house. "I want to organize a baby shower for you, one of those big ones!"Cloe had forgotten how lively her friend was. Hanna was studying art and that was all she talked about. She was dating a wonderful guy and they were planning to get married next fall.Cloe's belly was already showing, and she talked to her baby constantly. All she had to do was be alone, and she would start a dialogue with her belly. Peter was engaged to Fiona, a teacher at the college where Cloe had studied, and when he foun
The gangster and the pianist CHAPTER SEVENTY TWO
ANOTHER LEADER RISES UP AND MUCH WORSE!The months passed. Three months had passed since she had seen Gringo in front of her son's school and remembering that still brought a smile to her lips. She now knew he was always around and no longer tried to hide from her behind trees or duck in his car when he passed by her."Mom, tell me about my dad again?" Túlio asked as they crouched down in the yard, and she planted seedlings in the soil. It was a custom she never lost since Dália. Milla and she had started planting with the lady.Cloe sat on the ground, pulled her son onto her lap, his little hands dirty from the red soil. "Your father was the most wonderful man in the world, son. Mommy met him at the door of the school where I studied. I saw him for the first time when I was leaving school one day with Aunt Hanna," she said, repeating the story she always told him and would never tire of telling."Like Thales?""Yes. And Thales, Mommy always called him Gringo, you know? That's his nic
The gangster and the pianist CHAPTER SEVENTY-THREE
YOUR PRESENCE WAS REQUESTEDOscar, her former teacher, regarded her as his pupil. The years she taught at the preschool made her many friends. Her life had changed a lot and now she was more at ease. She didn't think so much about her old life in the mafia anymore. Her son was more independent and was the darling of his grandparents. Her mother had retired and took care of her grandson while she was at home, picking him up from school when Cloe didn't arrive on time.Cloe was a strong-willed mother who loved to indulge her son but kept a firm hand on him and sometimes watched him sleep for hours. He reminded her too much of his father; his smile made dimples like his father's and even his front tooth was curved and looked like it was overlapping. It was complete perfection to her and her heart skipped a beat when he smiled and she saw that little tooth trying to climb over the other. It might sound crazy, but she felt it."Mum, did you know that Victor not only has a tablet, but also
The gangster and the pianist CHAPTER SEVENTY-FOUR
I LOVE YOU SO MUCHShe cried and smiled at the same time. She thought she was going crazy, that she must be going crazy! Sitting on the ground with both hands on her head, her voice lost, and Túlio, her Túlio, the love of her life, was coming towards her. He walked up to her with that walk she knew so well. A movie played in her head as he walked towards her. That same smile that made her fall madly in love with him. He was older, his hair was cut differently, but it was him. She would recognize him anywhere, even in the midst of a crowd she would recognize him.Nothing else existed, only him coming to her, and through the curtain, the veil of tears, she looked at him and all she wanted to scream was that she loved him!Túlio knelt down beside her, took her face in both hands, kissed her lips and pulled away, but she wanted more. She wanted him to never stop kissing her. But he needed to tell her something first:"Love, it's very important that I tell you something. What I'm going to
The gangster and the pianist CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVE
THIS LINK WILL NEVER BE BROKENThere was her good friend, and Cloe started crying again as she hugged the woman. Layla was much older now, and as Cloe hugged and kissed her all over her face, she noticed the extra years on the old lady. Her fingers, once so agile, were now twisted with arthritis and she seemed more hunched over than before. Signs of senility peppered her skin and Cloe loved feeling the smell of rue that seemed to be forever ingrained in the old woman.She had so much to tell her, but before anything else, before telling her so many things that had happened to her in those ten years, she opened her phone and showed her pictures of her grandson. Layla cried like a child, her hands trembling as she held the phone and watched video after video of her grandson."He looks so much like his father," she said, repeating it over and over again as she eagerly looked at the photos and videos. "Even his voice reminds me of Túlio at that age.""He's also named Túlio, Layla!" she to
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