The loudest colored dresses used to yell at me from the hanger and when I say "yell at me", I mean yell. They warned me that I had to flee. That they were horrible. I glanced at one of the bodyguards who had remained just outside the door. I didn't think he was going to let me go just like that. As if sensing my gaze, he crossed his arms, making his pose a little more threatening. Maybe choosing one of those dresses was better.
Together with Cami, I began to rummage. She dismissed them almost before I could tell her how ugly they were. She knew how to dress well. It was a Cindy. A Cindy? Yes, like the protagonist of my book. A Cindy is a girl 10 who has everything in this life and who is almost completely perfect. Cami was one of those girls. I was about to sigh in his face. Why couldn't I be a Cindy? Voucher. Maybe I'm not a Cindy, but I'm not too bad either. At least I can discern between shitty clothes and pretty clothes. It's something. I stopped Cami's hand when she was going from dress to dress. I saw it and knew it, it was mine.
She looked at me with a raised eyebrow. At first glance, it was a long dress a bit simple. It was of different shades of green with black lines. It had a heart-shaped neckline and several crisscrossing relief bands adorned it. It hooked around the neck, leaving much of the back uncovered. It didn't look like anything out of the ordinary on the hanger, but something in me told me I had to try it on. I knew it was the dress.
THE DRESS. The only. The one that when you put it on you automatically feel pretty. That.
I kicked the entire audience out of my room and pulled Hunter's shirt over my head, not bothering to undo the buttons. Those things were for idiots. I tucked the dress over my head. It fell like a second skin and I adjusted it. I zipped up my back after doing the swipes (because, by all accounts, I wasn't going to tell the disgusted-looking gorilla to do it.) And buttoned my neck. I took a deep breath before looking at myself in the dresser mirror. I gasped. But what...?
The door opened wide. Perhaps he had not "stifled" that exclamation. They all seemed to be looking for danger and it was not until they looked at me that they realized what had caused my scream. Me. Dress. I ... I looked at myself again trying to hold back the tears. It was the dress. In my 20s I had never felt pretty. I turned around and found everyone looking at me strangely. I looked down at the bottom of the dress, fearing that it had been rolled up and my panties were showing. No, they were fine.
- You look beautiful, Samantha- Cami whispered as if this were a dream and she didn't want to wake up- Seriously, that's the dress. How did I not see it before?
I smiled at the girl and turned to look in the mirror. I watched our reflection. Dressed like this, by his side, I didn't feel so bad. It almost seemed to match him. She seemed to notice because she gave me a sad smile. Then his eyes changed again. They became playful.
Uh uh ... The party was about to start.
She drove everyone in my room with four screams. Her voice, which was normally sweet as molten chocolate, seemed to have hardened and had an undertone of authority that left no room for the reply. Nobody said anything. He didn't look at her funny. They just left as if that attitude was the most normal. Maybe sweet Cami did have that dark side that the mafia needed.
As soon as we were alone, she started looking for her dress. she complained a couple of times saying that I had kept the only pretty one. The last one turned out to be perfect for her. It was short and white. It fit his body perfectly. The dress only had one sleeve, which was bulky. It was beautiful. She smiled happily. I imitated the gesture. One less thing. Then the hairstyle began ... It would have been better if he hadn't.
I have curly hair. Sometimes a curly and some smooth. I've always said that my hair has the best of both worlds, a la Hannah Montana. Right now it looked more like a rat's nest. It was tied up in a bow that it was better not to touch with a stick. When I wrote I tended to remove most of the hair from my face. I liked being clear and having no distractions around me. Cami was looking at me like I was putty about to be modeled. I was afraid. Finally, he picked up a brush and a pair of tweezers. The torture was about to begin.
After a good hour full of hair-pulling, pain, and suffering. When my head was a bloody mush (maybe I was exaggerating a bit), he reached for the tweezers. I prayed in a few languages because I was afraid of anything fiery that would come near my body. Cami, very professionally, started curling my hair. I ended up having enviable curly hair. She just smoothed hers. I had it easy. She was pretty even without doing anything. Injustices of life. Then the makeup began. It was less traumatic than I thought. Foundation, blushes, eyeliner, mascara, and red lipstick. She applied the same cosmetics. Finally, each one put on her heels. I don't know how you found out my foot size, but the black heels you provided were perfect. She wore nude ones that made her legs a kilometer longer. I envied that girl.
I thought that I hadn't showered. It was starting to look like a piglet. Cami told me it was better. She was going to shower when she got back, to remove her makeup at the same time and relax. I adopted your idea. It sounded better to shower then than not freshly groomed. We went down to the living room, where there were already people. Along the way, Cami bombarded me with questions.
- So, you're 22, right? Aren't you a little young to write what you do? Were you inspired by 50 Shades of Gray? Did you get it from your real experiences? Have a boyfriend? Are you studying something? .... - I didn't have time to answer between questions, so I let him speak all he wanted. When he finished he looked at me. We were standing at the door of the living room.
-Let's see if I can answer everything at once. I am 22 years old and I study literature, more for pleasure than professional future because I intend to continue writing as I do now. The truth is that I was not inspired by any book. Most of the things I have published were written from when I was a little younger. Since I was a child I have been a precocious mind.- I blushed a little. I was ashamed to admit that since I was little I thought about sex.- I don't have a boyfriend right now. Thank goodness.- I chuckled a little. I didn't have it because nobody wanted to go out with me, not because I wanted to, but making them believe that it was my decision was better. - Some things in the books are real. My ex had imagination but...
- Cutie talking about her sexual experiences. Luckily I have come.- I stopped immediately. I almost screwed up. That would have been my grave.
I turned 180º and there was the idiot's bulk. G was smirking at me as if he were saying "See, pretty, you're not going to get rid of my presence so easily." I wanted to punch the fun out of his face. I clenched my jaw and relaxed the hands that had clenched into two fists. No, not in front of these people. She had to look like she was no danger to them and that way she would be protected all the time and hopefully, she would have the bodyguards looking disgusted and not G and Hunter and their beautiful bodies.
Beautiful bodies? He had to stop thinking about those things.
-But cutie, don't leave us with doubt.- I narrowed my eyes. He deserved a good smack.
-Leave her alone, G. She ran away from us because of you.
Tadah! Hunter appeared after the idiot. Great, a two for one. I didn't want that two for one, not even close.
I frowned. They laughed and fell silent as they looked at me completely. Ha! Didn't she look like the clumsy writer from before? I watched as Hunter swallowed hard and G's eyes widen. I fixed it gave the hit. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Cami puffing out her breast as if a proud mother showing off her daughter. I felt exposed, and at the same time, powerful. Feeling pretty was a good feeling.
- What are you doing here?- I suddenly realized that they shouldn't be near me. I didn't want them by my side
- Cami is almost family, like a cousin- Hunter's comment sat me like a kick in the stomach. ¿ HOW – And G has self - guest. I think I missed you- I growled. Do not.
- Don't get your hopes up, I've always wanted a dog and you hit it- I hit him on the shoulder. Not strong, but enough that I felt I didn't like that comment.
From behind they cleared their throat. The two bodyguards were watching the scene with amusement. They both wore suit jackets and sunglasses. I did not understand the latter. We were inside the house. The truth is that it looked good. They looked like two models. They made them more handsome. They were giants. They would both be around five foot four. One of them had copper blonde hair and the other short dark black. They were broad in the back. They were easily mistaken for a closet. What would they be like without the glasses? Something in me said: " BEAUTIFUL". Was he in the mob of the gods? This time he had been lucky.
-Gentlemen, we must escort the ladies to the theater. The show will start in an hour and we must arrive well in advance. - They approached us and I took a step back. I couldn't help it.
They both smiled a little funs. The blonde took my arm and put his around it. I blushed, but I'm sure that with all the makeup I was wearing, nothing showed. The brunette did the same with Cami. They were classy bodyguards.
-What work are we going to see?
Was she the only one curious?
-The Miserables.- Cami told me with an almost bored voice. I jumped with excitement. I loved Les Miserables.
Blonde (I decided to call him Blonde) tried to hold back his laughter, but I could see his lips stretch. Was he laughing at me? Wait, had he smiled? He wanted to give me an award. He had accomplished a great feat. He tugged at me when the others began to move. Hunter and G were frowning at me. Didn't they come to the musical? What a pity. Irony. Goodness. I preferred to go with the built-in wardrobes.
They took us to a car. Not a limousine or some kind of rich-ass nonsense. It was a stylish black car. Maybe it wasn't for normal people like me, but it wasn't pompous. It was a beautiful Mercedes. They opened the door and I found a different interior than I imagined. It was a bit more spacious and had screens. Cami and I slipped inside with the help of Brunette. Blonde got into the driver's seat and Brunette in the passenger seat.
- Ladies, tonight Ryan and I will be your companions so as not to attract people's attention- Ryan will accompany Samantha and I will accompany you, Camille- We both nodded with a smile. It gave me the feeling that we were going to be the center of attention anyway.
Nice try, guys.
We stopped in front of the theater. There were already people coming up the stairs. A chill ran down my spine. I couldn't wait to get in. It was my favorite musical of all time. I knew every song. At least my adventure was turning out to be beneficial in some way. He was almost bouncing with excitement in the car. Cami instead seemed bored, as if she normally goes to theaters. I do not.Why didn't he use to go to performances? Well, he had money. It wasn't like I couldn't afford it, just that I didn't feel like going alone. It seemed pathetic to show up there without any kind of companion. My friends were more clubbing and Rob fell asleep as soon as the lights went out. He had no one to go with. Sad, I know. Finally, after a long time, I was going to step into a theater again.They stopped right at the door and parked in a preferential spot. I think the mob has special treatment. The bodyguards came out first and each opened a door. Blonde, that is, Ryan opened mine an
Arms caught me around the waist and I found myself between the railing and G. Encantador's chest. I felt the warmth of his face against my cheek. His breath caressed my ear and I was about to shudder. I didn't like that he was invading my personal space. That was one of the few things he couldn't bear. I was flushed and felt like every cell in my skin wanted to jump on G. The red on my cheeks intensified. Not even makeup was going to save me this time.-I didn't know that inside you, apart from inhabiting a perverted writer, there was also a hidden singer. What else are you hiding from me, cutie? - In his voice, there was mockery and ... curiosity?I did not turn around. He was still just as close to me, and I wasn't going to make the mistake of turning around and staying an inch from his chest. No. I refused. The lamp lit up the entire room again, blinding me. G pulled away and I finally turned around. Ryan was in his seat asleep. Some saliva dripped from the corner o
-G.- I whispered angrily.- Don't take my food.- You can eat mine, sweetie- He pointed with his knife at a chicken fillet with cheese sauce. I almost drool over how good it looked. I sighed. Pasta or chicken. A difficult decision.- I'm not going to change it. I said share- He rolled his eyes and cut a piece of chicken that soon shoved it into my mouth.I was going to tell him that it wasn't a baby I could feed, but the cheese touched my taste buds and I was about to die on the spot. I closed my eyes and enjoyed that flavor that was a clear example of what the clouds in the sky knew. A finger pressed against my nose, pulling me out of my beautiful dreams of angels and cheese platters. I opened my eyes and found the idiot looking at me amused. Insensitive idiot. Didn't he know how to enjoy the food of the Olympian gods?He looks like a god, so you should like him- said my inner being.What? I
- You shouldn't do such self-destructive things, cutie- I was trying to avoid the topic. Nice try avoiding the big pink elephant in the room- If I hadn't come to see how you were...- It was fine- I said through my teeth. He didn't give a shit about what happened to me. You shouldn't care. - Nothing was wrong with me.-Does it happen often? - He frowned and I clenched my teeth feeling how the anger was rising to anger. I preferred the normal idiot, not this version who cared about my life.-No.- Period and end. I slipped out of his arms and stood up. I needed space.I grabbed a handful of clothes in my hand and went into the bathroom, past G. I bolted it so the young man wouldn't have weird ideas of joining me or whatever. I took off my dress, feeling bad without it. The underwear followed. I almost jerked my earrings off and stepped into the shower. I let the hot water wash away the makeup that had embedded in my face. I hated not removing my makeup when
To say that mafia life is not boring is to have no idea. Surely the "rank and file soldiers", as I call them, have action and all those dangerous tasks that come to mind when we think of the term "mafia". The problem is that not everyone in that world is “private”. I certainly wasn't. I was the "prisoner-guest." I had been practically locked in my room for a week and except for visits from Cami and G, I was alone. At least I had my laptop to write and not go crazy. The positive part of my isolation is that I made a lot of progress in the new novel. My imagination, which previously seemed stunted, was now fired. The latest romantic incident (or whatever it was) with G had given me a needed push. The negative side of my loneliness: I was starting to go crazy.I have always liked to talk. I have studied many languages because of the need to express myself. I like meeting people and talking about anything. I need people in my life. I need company and locked up the onl
G took my arm and squeezed it, dragging me away from the spot where just moments ago one of the strangest scenes I'd ever seen had just happened. Bad boys aren't that rare in books. Of course, G didn't stop even though I told him a couple of times that his grip hurt. He was going to leave a mark on me. I sensed it. It wasn't until he threw me on my bed that he was quiet. He slammed the door. I shrugged and covered myself with the pillow, the most effective shield I found around me.He did not apologize. He looked at me unfriendly and I wished the G from this morning would come back. The one in front of me looked too much like the one who came into my apartment not long ago, that is, not G, but theidiot. In my head, they weren't the same person. G was the nice one, and the idiot was ... well, idiot. It was easy to recognize one from the other. His eyes threw daggers at me. I sighed.- I haven't done anything, G- I mumbled. He didn't want a fight now.
I sat down on Hunter's couch and my heart decided to go back to beating as usual. She hated being tense, but these past weeks she'd had more than enough excuse. Surely after this, he was going to have heart problems. I signed up on my mental note blog to go for a doctor checkup. I would have to make an appointment. A finger touched my forehead and I jumped.Hunter was in front of me while I was head over heels. It used to happen to me. I was easily blank. I smiled at him a little. I didn't understand how I could have behaved so badly with him before with how nice he was. And handsome. Remember how handsome he was. I sighed. It was the prototype Calvin Klein model. He smiled back at me a little wider than mine.- What is that little head of yours thinking about?- He sat next to me, too close for my liking.-I would like to know you better.- My big mouth made an appearance again.- I mean that after what I thought better of before. I am an idiot. I should have list
- He can't even stand me- I laughed- He hates me. How is he going to let me get close to him?- Sam, you're blind- I didn't understand. What did you mean?-Don't you mean that...?- I'm not saying anything- He made that funny gesture that his mouth was closed with a padlock. He pretended to drop the key and I jumped to pretend to take it. - They are assumptions. If something happens, he must be the one to tell you. Not me. If it were the other way around, I wouldn't want him to be the one to tell you.- Say what?- Why was he speaking in Morse? Couldn't it be clearer?- Leave it, Sam- He ruffled my hair like a dog- What do you want to do?- I want you to tell me that assumption of yours- I wasn't going to let him get away with it. I was not going to forget the subject so easily.- I have the Magic Mike movie out there ...- Indeed I forgot everything.- MAGIC MIKE!- I jumped out of bed and went to the couch before he
-Please!-Not.-Please!.-Not.-Come on mom. Please.-I have said no.-You're boring.-YesSamantha frowns at the two dwarfs who shoot her hateful glances.-I do not care. You can look at me however you want.-Papa would let us go.-Yes.-Well, it's too bad that dad isn't there -announces she looking out the window with concern.-It's just a little snow- says her eldest five-year-old son, pulling her out of the window. She is not going to happen anything. Stop worrying and let us come out and play.Sam looks at him annoyed. The damn brat could read her like an open book, just like her father.-Now he is falling very hard. In a little while, when it stops snowing.-When it stops snowing the snow will disappear! The boy growls.-Bored- the girl shouts again.-Yes. A horrible and hateful boring –Sam answers, taking the little over a two-year-old girl in he
9 hours and she still hadn't finished her work. Sam sighed cleaning her desk as she looked at the clock on the opposite wall. She was trapped in the room. Why did she have to cover for her brother? She frowned and snorted. She now herself she could she be outside with the rest of the people celebrating.What were they celebrating again?- It's quiet tonight, isn't it?- Sandra asked as she opened the door.- I don't know, I'm not even meant to be here right now, but I said I'd cover for it after he did me a favor last night.- What a mistake, why didn't you take any of the other shifts he has?- I couldn't, he doesn't have any convenient shift and so I can't write- she sighed, frowning at the clock again, she should have fun tonight.- Is everyone out tonight?- So it seems- she pouted and dropped the manuscript he was holding.- Do you want a neck massage?- Ple
-Get off you heavy- I pushed his shoulder, but he didn't move his head from the crook of my neck. I was trying to read the laptop screen that I greedily kept covered as much as possible with my hands, which isn't much. -I want to see what blasphemies you are putting on me- He answered and caught my hands in his. I made the feint to fight, but I knew it was impossible, he always got what he wanted, especially if it was from me- Let's see ...- He began to read and I amused myself looking at his gestures. He knew from each of them what he was reading. I knew him too well- You are an exaggeration!- He widened his eyes - That was not what happened. –He protested. He always had a complaint between his lips. -Tell me. Tell me what I have written that is a lie. All that happened and you know it- I narrowed my eyes and crossed my arms under my chest, leaning back against my desk chair. My supposedly scary attitude only made him smile in amusement. -Many things are tru
I don't know what I expected to find when I got to that party. Something more hidden, I suppose, but not in my stupidest dreams did I expect a giant hotel with a red carpet to be the hangout for the bad guys in the mob. It was not logical. They were in the crosshairs of the police. If something was clear to him, it was that they liked to live on the edge, letting themselves be seen but being untouchable by nothing or anyone. It was part of the adrenaline of work, the one that seemed to like so much to all the men of that world. I got out of that overly ostentatious limo on Derek's arm. There was nothing that disgusted me more at the time. I'd rather have dated Kyle, but unfortunately, he wasn't my date tonight. I wish it had been. He had to be content with watching our backs as we walked towards the entrance. Although I had to keep a bright smile, I could barely force myself to stretch the muscles around my lips. That gesture bothered me. It was a fucking lie. He couldn't pr
I yawned and tried to get out of my room without making a noise. Kyle had expressly asked me to go to the gym without anyone noticing. Derek had something planned for both of them and no one could find out. I figured Johnny was one of the reasons. He was a little more protective of me lately. We had started to be "something". None of them had raised the subject for conversation, but we knew that we had started some kind of relationship, the problem was that it was not clear what he wanted. I changed into my black leggings and a long gray sweatshirt. He didn't know why it was so cold in the Den at night. They used to keep my room at a more or less stable temperature, but it was going out into the hall and feeling the cold digging like knives into your skin. It seemed that he had reached the Arctic Circle. I looked to the right and left. I saw no one. Maybe they were, but the lack of light didn't help me to see if someone was following my steps. My march was light and fast. He
-Take a deep breath and speak like a normal human being, Sam- He instructed me from his bed, without removing the brown book he always read. It had to be the never-ending story because I'd swear I never changed books.-Derek follows me. They have me under surveillance. –I whispered in case the aforementioned was in the vicinity listening. I couldn't risk him finding out that I knew.-Derek? I don't believe it- He didn't even deign to look at me.And the worst thing was that I considered him my best friend in the hole he was in.–Well, don't believe me. I am telling you the truth- I crossed my arms angrily. Why was it so hard to believe me? He wasn't going to lie to her about something like that. It would not benefit me to invent it. I was being an unbeliever.-So, according to you, Derek wants to kill you and that's why he follows you everywhere, to catch you when you least expect them and annihilate you. That would mean that you are hi
After all the paraphernalia put out for the mission, the atmosphere seemed dull. Each person was depressed from lack of action. The only one who was relieved that it was over was me. Johnny disappeared as soon as we got to "The lair", as he had ended up calling the place where they held me semi-prisoner. Mike went back to his chaperone-counselor-shoulder position to cry on. I spent a bit of it. I didn't trust him too much after his false promise that he would protect me when they gave me a nice beating later. He wasn't very trustworthy. He took my silences as spaces that he had to fill with his insubstantial monologues that to me, personally speaking, could not matter less. It was a continuous stream of words that flowed in and out of my ears without even being registered by my brain. - ... Then Kyle started laughing while Paul scooped up all the beer he had spilled when they made a touchdown. It was fun to see him on his knees with a napkin trying to dry the floor. When he
The best started when our "mission" ended if you could call that. I hadn't done anything except get in trouble, but nobody knew that last, nor was anyone going to know. How could I explain to anyone that I already knew Hunter from before and not connect with his mob? And they had marked me as innocent and I was not going to discover myself. It was better than this episode was forgotten. If she started thinking about Hunter, she would end up returning to the topic she was trying to avoid anyway.Johnny seemed to have completely forgotten that another man had been with me. He was busy enough watching the islets of the slot machines move. I was almost hypnotized. He defended himself saying that the money was given to him by the mafia and that we could do whatever we wanted with it. As long as it was free, he didn't care at all. He was a man with a physique and personality that reminded me so much of G. Why couldn't I get it out of my head without any remorse? Many women dated me
-Kyle?- I muttered yawning. -What are you doing here?-I was looking for you. He didn't take his eyes off the screen- I imagined you were nervous and wanted to calm you down a bit.Didn't Kyle have a heart of stone?-I could not sleep- I got up and sat next to him, stretching my arms.–It happened to me at the time too and I felt like you. I figured it would reassure you to talk to someone and that someone had to be me.-Thanks. –I couldn't help it and I ended up hugging him.In the end, it was going to turn out not to be so bad.I ended up resting my head on his shoulder and falling asleep again, feeling a little better and more sure of myself. If I had gotten Kyle to behave like an ordinary human being, I could do anything, including surviving my first day on the job.And day zero arrived, as it was called in the corridors. The day the "new" was rel