I always believed that walking through the streets of Paris was a kind of undeniable magic for the hearts most hardened by past hurts and that at each step a look would cross with yours, reminding you of the best feelings that could exist in your memories, no matter how distant they might be, they would still be reborn, then make you believe in a new beginning of happiness. However, I keep walking for more than two hours and everyone is hurrying and locked in their worlds. I am the only one looking out, because looking in means that it has been almost a year since she was taken from me. And not even the light of the Eiffel Tower with all its splendor can give me back the hope that everyone says they feel when they see it shining. It may be that my heart doesn't know how to contemplate so much peace, barred by my blood, where the legacy of anger, power, and revenge runs...
“ A coffee, s'il vous plaît!”, I ask, finding in a small terrace the perfect place for a rest. And from the expression of naturalness with which she fulfills my request, I can smile satisfied with my accomplished pronunciation.
The last few months have been dedicated to perfecting the language. Staying dependent on Amelia is not an option. There will be no progress on my daughter's clues, not until I give her the power she so desperately desires.
Poor thing, should I warn her that death is the price to pay?
“No... Let it be a surprise from your dear Chloé..." I joke to myself, still looking at the fake document she had arranged for me. But soon my thoughts give way to more serious questions,” What would you like to wear, Chloé? Or be?”, I drum my fingers on the table impatiently as well as my mind, and before long my eyes meet a group of young people, in which the oldest would probably be 23 years old.
The coffee arrives, but there is no time to drink it.
“ Merci!”
I leave a note on the table and follow their tracks. They are distracted enough not to touch the sound of my heel. They laugh loudly and smoke, accompanied by vulgar conversation that in my eyes is the key to the forbidden door that finally opens from my gilded cage. The best private teachers, the best trips, the best clothes were nothing more than an investment to build a caricature of me that would one day serve business, that would always manage to bend the most stubborn of men, but that would be easily lost in a conversation among their peers, because I was denied the freedom to sit on a bench in a square on any given day among friends, without the fear of an enemy bullet being my next companion.
The shopping mall is our arrival point, and it is not long before the boys feel lost from the girls, who move quickly through the shop windows, forcing them to give up this race and opt for a more attractive distraction while they go shopping. I feel old when I see the chosen store. Although we are the same age, I would never in my dreams imagine myself wearing T-shirts with prints about movies and series that I don't have time to watch or sneakers that would be more comfortable for walking and running. Not that it was necessary, there were always cars at my disposal and my steps are naturally calm, even to deliver death to enemies. However, that was Francisca. Chloé would grow up from scratch and along with it a chance to experience everything that had been denied me until now...
“ Do you want anything?”
“I'll take these pieces here and those shoes there and anything else they decide to take. It is for a younger sister, but I don't understand much about this fashion”, I comment with a gentle smile that an old lady would sketch after criticizing the new times.
“ I see, high fashion Italy, right?”, She murmurs after her eyes analyze my clothes and shoes.
I cross my arms instinctively, as if this could hide my identity. If I once doubted that clothes could tell so much about who we are, right now I am completely sure.
“I worked in a haute couture store before I came to work here. It's quite famous, it's called Ar…”
I interrupted her.
“ Pardon! Would you mind fixing them for me? I'm in a bit of a hurry…”, My "compasses" have already slipped out of the store and I can't lose sight of my imaginary friends.
She nodded, and her agile movements in putting away each item and shoe with perfection actually confirmed her version of having had a better fate as a saleswoman.
What would she have been up to?
Neither is relevant to me at this point, although a feeling flickers in my heart that what she would say next would be something familiar to me.
The next destination was a beauty salon, decided by them in conjunction with the justification that having an updated haircut is just as important as wearing the latest thing photographed on a pop star's body.
Almost all of them chose lights and radical hairstyles that would be perfect for Chloé if I still didn't need at certain times to frequent environments where discretion is the watchword. So I opted to continue with my medium and dark strands, although the hairdresser suggested giving a touch of autumn brown as well as my eyes to some locks. But I denied it. The dark matched the wavy hair, which in turn matched in perfect harmony with my chocolate sculpted skin and my slightly pink lips. And after a flat iron, I tied it all up into a clumsy bun, purposely leaving a few strands loose to give me a young girl's fucked-up look.
My playtime has come to an end and I say goodbye in silence to my "helpers" who continue their gossip without realizing who enters or leaves the space, much less that they have been followed all this time. And at this point I understand why being a Calderone I would never be an ordinary woman....
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“Francisca? I thought I got the wrong room…”, Amelia's voice couldn't hide her surprise when she saw me in a t-shirt and jeans, lying on the bed, eating brigadeiro while watching a series on TV.
“ Do you like it?”, I tease her, silently hoping that my new look would be enough of a reason for her to have a little instability about the fragile certainty that I am not her hostage as I appear to be all these months.
“ I confess I am surprised…”, She closes the door and places the key card I gave her on the sideboard in the entryway.
Her arms are crossed in front of her body and her clear eyes intensify like two torches of fire ready to burn me.
“I know you've spent a long time in that hotel room, with no news of your daughter, and I can't imagine how frustrating it can be. But, it was the best thing to do until everything calmed down and it was safe to carry on with our plans...
I start laughing at the " safe" and it takes me a few seconds to pull myself together.
“ Amelia, Amelia…”, I get up from the bed to face her better and as it started to be usual, her blond strands are perfectly aligned, possibly after having gone through one of the best salons in Paris, almost turning her into a decorative element of this luxury hotel room where gold tones predominate, “ In this business, nothing is safe. That time was just for me to manage my emotions and prepare myself for my new role”
“ Just try not to take him too seriously. I need Francisca for business…”, She warns.
“ Do you speak from experience?”,I let my suspicions slip.
“ What do you mean?”, She pretends not to know what it's about.
I reach into a bag hidden behind an armchair and reveal a wine-colored satin dress. Although the fabric doesn't have the same fall of silk because it is a replica bought in a cheap store, it still has a lighter, slip and subtle sheen.
“ That was exactly the dress you were wearing the night I met you. It's very funny, because during all those months, you started to wear better clothes. Either you have more money than you pretend not to have in order to exploit me and thus get more and more; or, you have made some very interesting friends after your arrival in Sicily and your return to Paris”
“Neither one thing, nor the other! “, She undoes the knot in her arms and goes to the mini bar in search of something to drink, avoiding me to stare at her.
“Do you remember the night we met? Your husband knew that I am one of the biggest event planners in Paris. However, I also know that he, like other businessmen, invites me to work hoping to get information about competitors or enemies. So, I tried to look as simple as I could to be credible to my naivety about what he might try to get out of me…”, She pauses, I am unsure if it is to pour herself a whiskey or to better elaborate her next excuse, “And as for my new dresses, I am dating a businessman and I am trying to impress him. He is a bit of a perfectionist... But any questions?”
“ No, enjoy your drink, dear Amelia. I'm going to the bathroom”, I leave the dress on the bed and turn to my left, still feeling the weight of his gaze on my back until my silhouette disappears. I pass through the endless corridors destined to store clothes, shoes and accessories. While for me, it is only a necessary and strategic space for me to gain time to run, hide, or shoot. However, in this moment it serves to distract me and give voice to my intuition. Something tells me she is lying and my memories about the night we met also align with this idea....
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Sicily, Italy, two years ago
Families always gather around the table. Even the most unusual ones like ours was. Mafia elements connected not by blood ties, but by loyalty and deep down by a deep desire to be the masters of destiny. However, that night, we would have a guest and for some reason, I should be the last to know...
“ Who is this woman you invited to dinner?”, My eyes follow Anthony's reflection in the mirror as I put on the last touches of my make-up.
" I can never hide anything from you, not even a surprise..."
,what was meant to be a friendly excuse, comes out of his mouth with a slight hint of wounded pride.
Anthony was nothing more than a son of one of our winemakers who saw his luck turn when his father passed away and mine saw fit to embrace him to teach him the trades of the business. Like most, he managed to keep a low profile, maintaining the rule of silence as he busied himself with ordinary work, keeping suspicion away from our real roles in our peaceful region.
Having been at my father's side for years gave him enough credit to be elected to the position of Head of the family by the vote of all the members. However, it never seemed to be enough, awakening in me the vague impression that, his need for self-affirmation would still make him take decisions that would forever break our fragile peace...
" A man of honor has an obligation to tell the truth, that's the rule, Anthony", His eyes were locked by mine through the mirror for a few moments.
“You are right, madonna…” A very peaceful answer to my expectations. However, when I saw him get up and walk over to me, the certainty of a turnaround became closer.
“ But I learned from your father that rules are made to be broken. For example…”, He pretended to think as his hands reached for my shoulders and rubbed against my skin as if it were a crystal ball that would reveal the answers he so desired, then continued:
“ When his sister ran away and he didn't move enough to repair the enormous damage it was to his honor. Or, when he never touched the names of the great enemies of the past and just when he was about to die, he whispered: Paris, Paris…”
I swallowed dryly although I disguised it with a sympathetic smile drawn in my reflection.
My daddy didn't lie when he swore he didn't know where my sister Lorena had run off to. It's not that there were no means to find out, but doing so would mean having to deal probably with the fact that a family member had chosen a form of justice so different from ours. And that would not only remove my father from his position as head but from the organization as well.
“ So madonna, learn that men of honor may not tell the truth when they are in conflict with each other, when they want to cheat, or when their bosses wish to keep some secret…”, He finished with a sarcastic smile and anyone could assume that his words were just some kind of joke.
The truth is that he couldn't compare my family's losses with his desire to ride roughshod over the group's own welfare just to prove himself worthy of the position he holds. He didn't understand that, it was extremely abiding by the rules that would make him admirable and only in extreme cases would one understand a breach. However, vanity is a weakness that haunts even the best of men.
Luckily, I was the only one to witness my Papa's last wish. It would be madness to risk the safety of the organization only to kill a man surrounded by spotlights that would likely turn on us.
“Are you going to fuck her to get what you wish for?”, escaped my mouth intentionally like a surprise sting from a bee, which caused his large hands calloused by the years of hard work of his youth to suddenly pull away from my delicate skin, grasping his black strands that refused to line up even with gel. Thick strands that matched perfectly with his beard and his eyes as dark as two buttons on any jacket. He was an attractive and handsome man, however, he would not be my choice if I had the right one.
“ I would never betray the person with whom I share my bed, Francisca…”, he gives his word.
“ You just said that honor doesn't matter…”, I turn my body so that my eyes confront his with no optical illusions between us.
“ Everything I do is to have your admiration, your love…”, He justifies himself.
Love, the second weakness, gentlemen, perhaps the most dangerous.
“ Loyalty is enough for us, Anthony! We have a deal, it's all business, sex and a marriage of convenience”
“ Don't you like me?”, He takes a step towards me and I know that this is the moment I should disappear. His sentimentality in control can be more devastating than his self-centeredness.
“ Understand that even I don't like what I have become. I wait for you in the living room with the guests", I confess coldly, then walk away.
I closed the door, passed through the corridors, and as I descended the main staircase, I found the enormous room filled with men, some with company and others not so much. I didn't expect my dress with a beautiful V-neckline to elicit a glance or a sigh. Because the wives of allies should not even be looked at, nor should their daughters and sisters. So it was the only single woman of the evening who stole the scene, whether it was curiosity about her identity or her beauty and attributes perfectly fitted by a more economical dress compared to mine.
“ Amelia, that's her name…”, whispered Luigi discreetly as he handed me a glass of wine. - She is a famous organizer of events in the Parisian elite.
Anthony is not an idiot. He knew that to belong to my father's circle, whether for loyalty or enmity, power and influence were strong leads to follow. And I couldn't bear to imagine the moment he would discover the real reason that fueled the rivalry between the Arnaults and the Calderones.
He would be overcome by madness...
“ Pleasure, Amelia!”, she came forward and I didn't even notice her approach. My thoughts stole my attention for a few severe seconds.
“ Pleasure, Francisca!", I motioned to the waiter to bring her a glass as well.
Her gaze was lost. I wouldn't risk saying that she knew anything concrete about everyone at the dinner. But, I didn't underestimate her, after all, if Anthony saw a way in her, I should do the same. Whether it was a good or bad bet, only in time would I come to find out....
Paris, presentMy cab stops in front of the main facade of a luxurious mansion very well guarded by a considerable number of guards and dogs that are on the alert at the slightest sign of smell or unknown movement.I don't dare get out of the car or approach it as the guests who are arriving endlessly do. At least the night would pay off and it wouldn't be long before I found out what would make me profit from the Parisian Elite. Because, deep down, the Mafia is nothing but business seasoned with a little fire and blood.But for now, all I could do was wait for my "signal" to enter the field. And he appeared in a beautiful emerald silk dress and shoes of the purest leather. Amelia manages to surprise more and more in her looks, possibly gifts from the man s
Paris, presentThe parade of guest cars lasted fifteen minutes, so I asked my taxi driver to park in an inconspicuous place near the main façade and decided to walk to the area that I assumed was a service area. Vans arrived unloading goods that were delivered to the employees and everyone, without exception, was searched and questioned about their identity. And as if this was not enough, I still had to deal with security cameras installed at strategic points, which would make an invasion without spilling a single drop of blood, an almost impossible option.An unforgiving scenario, that even without knowing this Jean, I can bet that he is a shrewd and suspicious man that I should keep well away from.Unfortunately, my Paris debut couldn't have started
“Chloé? How did you do it?”Amelia's face looks a mixture of surprise and terror denoted by her hands instinctively reaching for her neck.“ How did I do it?”, My smile remains sarcastic.“You know, dear Amelia, sometimes I get the impression, or almost always, that I'm not fighting on your side, but against you”“What's that now, Francisca?”, She protests as she closes the door behind her with her heel, a pure fear that someone would overhear our conversation, “We are friends!
I turn the knob and push the door made of cherry wood, hard and heavy enough to need a little more effort to open. A kind of warning or a second chance for me to rethink my choice. However, once again, it is fate dictating the rules of the game. First, I hear the sound of someone walking in this direction and then a familiar voice. Amélia! So, indecision is overcome by the need for me to go inside and hide. I place myself listening with my ears glued to the door while my eyes peek through the lock. “ Marie, come to the main corridor, I need a favor and I can't go to the salon2, She uses her free hand to hold her cell phone and talk, as the other tries to hold the top of her dress so that she doesn't get half naked again. Her face is with an unfriendly expression and her pacing from side to side is commanded by her impatience and nervousness. She also lurks on all sides and uses her cell phone to call again, only this time, it would be a secret call. Her voice is low and I have
I was supposed to go back to the kitchen, call it a night, and not give in to the temptation to pull this thread further and further. But, danger fascinates me and it remains to be seen to what extent this Adam Arnault would be my triumph against Amelia. With a bit of luck, he would go from being the target to my new toy that I would use to torture Amelia, or perhaps, in the end, both. It will all depend on how much she used my weakness as a mother to climb a miserable rung in life. So, nothing fairer than for me to use hers to get back on my feet in Paris with new schemes. And best of all, I would make my own rules. My intuition tells me that this was Amelia's plan with this man. However, it cannot be denied that there is some feeling on her part, still trapped in a possible youthful love that has never been reciprocated and has even become a laughingstock among the house maids. Poor my dear friend Amelia, better vanity than Love. An evil that should be uprooted with all the st
Leaving the Laurent mansion was as difficult as entering. I was searched and confronted with a gaze reserved especially for the poor. Because, to the security guards, all the mere mortals who set foot here tonight must have been born with a born tendency to steal and that one could never be indifferent to any object worth anything, when those who really move the world of crime wear a suit and tie or luxurious dresses, and not those who remove a mere candlestick that won't be missed.“ You are free to go, mademoiselle! “, He hands me my backpack and I remain indifferent without uttering a single word.It is not a good idea to exchange impressions with security guards. They have an excellent photographic memory just like the nos
I arrived in time to be welcomed by Winter. It is mild like a father who welcomes a son who arrives after a long journey. Instead of cooling, it warms my heart and awakens memories in me that make a lonely tear roll down my cheek. They are always as scarce as my genuine smiles or sincere gestures of affection. The last time they wet my face was the day my daughter was born. There are no memories beyond her crying that remains just like a song that still manages to lull my demons to the point of weakness. And in my world there is nothing worse than having one so exposed to the eyes of enemies, because becoming a puppet will be inevitable. That's what reminds me of these walls of this hotel. One of the secret family businesses managed by "ghosts" for emergency situations. Here were received friends, men whose lives were on a tightrope, and Lorena, so that her escape would not be discovered until the dark of night and then be thrown into the wheel of fate from which she was never to
Always before a new life, a death is necessary, not necessarily physical, but deeply existential, either to say goodbye to what is no longer part of our days or to what we once were and can never be again. “ Would you recognize her if you met her?”, Luigi is the first to throw away the silence that has prevailed since we left the Calderone mansion and drove to the cemetery. The normal thing is to bring flowers, but I carry with me a suitcase with my favorite belongings, used when I was Francisca. However, it's not me he's talking about, it's the photograph of Lorena Tatiane Calderone, still at the age of 17, very well preserved next to my father's photograph and both fixed on a cross.
I burst out laughing at the scene. She barely knows how to hold a gun. “ Don't be stupid, Larissa. I'm sure your only mission here is to cause me the displeasure of your company during my return to my home. A home that doesn't belong to Anthony, and certainly not to you. You are a mere pawn in this game that Anthony revels in thinking he can strike me. Now put that fucking gun away that you don't even know how to use and let's get out of here.”, I retrace my steps to meet my luggage. “ Don't move, Chloe! Or I'll shoot.”, she threatens, “You won't come home. You won't see your daughter. I know that if you come back you will convince Anthony to forgive you and everything will be fine for you as always.” I stop, not because I owe her obedience. But, because I need to watch how far she is willing to go: “Hum and what do you intend to do? Murder me?” “Yes, I will murder you. Tell me how it feels to be about to die by the hand of stupid Lari?”, she wants to match a crazy woman in some m
It wasn't long before my aunt's suspicions were confirmed to be idiotic, so dismissed by my happiness when not even nausea could stop me from feeling so willing, at least emotionally.The CEO revealed himself to have a hidden joking side or just could not see himself missing the opportunity for the first time to be in charge of a situation that in no way would I know how to handle myself. The dispute would only end with both of us accepting rewards, me with his blazer and him holding me in his arms. The silence joined the night that came and we stopped to look at the sky and would have taken our time if it weren't for an icy breeze irritating my skin.“ I'm staying with him!”, I wrap myself even tighter in his blazer.“ Of course you can take it!”, he grants not only the garment but also a kiss.“ I'll be right back!”, he walks away, no need to ask why. I see land in sight, and soon we are on what resembles a beanstalk. I soon find that my vision has betrayed me, and it is only 15
The CEO bet even though he knew the game was a farce, he preferred fun to lucidity, the turmoil of the losers, and the vanity of him being the first even though, deep down, it wasn't true. Wouldn't it be the same with our relationship? Are we both lying, I to him and he to himself even though the signs are clear? And that before long, he will reveal that from the beginning it was a game, he knows who I am and he loves my demons just as I love his ocean eyes. No matter how crooked the path to this point has been, but he is willing to take all the risks. Not like a prince saving his beloved, but like a true mobster, a learning that is not born in a week, let alone a day. A day that confuses me with seconds as I watch Adam dress in his usual black, rejecting the simplicity of the disguise we agreed to have here. He easily sets himself up as a target, and running away is definitely not an option. That's what we did by coming here, but distance is only an obstacle for those who need an e
California, dawn“Am I still welcome in your house and in your life?”, It's Luigi, who has sneaked in. It's not a surprise to me. In fact, I've been waiting for you since I left the casino and came home. Me, sitting on the porch and him beside me, the dawn spreads in the sky right in front of us and the sea hardly imitates a sound so as not to break the peace that surrounds us all. Luigi, also surrendered, decides to sit down, waiting for me to give him his final sentence. However, my internal judgment is lengthy. My senses do not wish to miss a detail of the spectacle. It is sublime and unbelievably, there is nothing that nature asks in return to give it to us.“ If you fear that I am going to throw you out of my life, should I consider that you have done something wrong?”, my eyes are satisfied and my attention is offered to the man next to me.“ No, you know I haven't. I just don't know to what extent what we have matters more than how you feel about Adam.”“ I recognize how much
“Don't you ever lose the habit of asking questions you know the answer to?”, I close the door behind me so tightly that it is enough to hide the rapid beating of my heart. My nostrils need air on behalf of my lungs desperate to bail out, my mind one step away from hitching its anxiety.“Our argument hasn't even started, and already reason has gone your way”, he smiles cynically, keeping the gun pointed at Adam's head, opting for circular motions on his leather to test my lucidity, “ You were raised to have it all, to own it all. The Great Frances! I thought that by taking everything away from you, you would come back to me. But no! You found it!”, he pulls the gun away from the CEO and sits down next to Adam's body lying on a couch, “Is he the one stopping you from loving me, Francisca? The son-in-law of your father's dreams who should be dead?”Anthony again positions the gun in his direction, and I know that his life depends on my answer. It's logical that I need to remain indiff
“ I have never seen such a sexy and sophisticated manager.... “, Adam is dazzled, I can see him through his reflection in the mirror, which reminds me of Anthony's presence in scenes like this, although their looks and gestures are incomparable.“ My job is a bit peculiar. I won't be there to serve, just pretend I'm a stupid, silly, rich girl they can pass off as. Then they will be attracted to spend money. A sort of camouflaged manager”, I shrug, swiping my lipstick.“ That's dishonest”, he assesses. “And entering a casino expecting honesty is naïve, Monsieur Arnault…”, I do the final touches, making sure there is not a grain of sand left on my scalp. It was an endless struggle to get rid of them. A sacrifice that left no regrets when it was two hours well spent of the purest pleasure. And I would love to continue it through these white walls and huge glass windows that bring the sea closer even though it is a hundred meters away. The house in no way resembles Arnault's residence
California, presentEvery day millions of people travel. For many, just another ordinary day of time saved by one of the greatest inventions of all time; for others, the airplane is not just a machine. It is our genie in the lamp, where we lean back, close our eyes and imagine the dreams we yearn to come true. And if distance is the only obstacle, the dream is one step away from our hands as soon as the plane touches the runway to our point of arrival. But when distance is not the obstacle, how can that lamp help us if the problem lives in us and we simply cannot run away from who we are?“There will be a car waiting for us.”, Adam says, bringing me back to the present.We are waiting to choose our bags among so many others.“ Hopefully without a driver, I'll love to spend some time alone with you…”, my voice is sly, accompanied by a mischievous smile.“ You are so complicated, Chloé! “, he looks at me like I'm a riddle, “ One minute you wish I had security guards and chauffeurs, the
One day laterToday the Desiré noire did not open. The tables are empty and the silence is frightening for those who are used to seeing a full house. It is clear that I will lose a lot of money by having the doors closed. But our reunion could not be in a place other than one of CEO Adam Arnault's favorite spots. The atmosphere would stir up memories for him, and to erase the bad ones, you need an extra dose of what makes you feel at home. So tonight, no more pubs or wandering the streets like two inconsequential teenagers.It will be drinking from the best in the bar and loving like the first time.Yet, with every passing minute, it gives me anxiety not to see him walk through that door. I can't believe that Adam would be so proud as to not accept an invitation from me. After all it has been a long time since our fight. And before anyone accuses me that 24 hours is not much time, in my defense, I will say that an eternity can happen in seconds. So there is no point in waiting for hi
“ You were really serious about hurting him. That can't have been pretty…”, appreciates Luigi as he finds me picking up the shards of glass from the floor and throwing them into a bag.He arrived ten minutes after Adam left. That was the time for me to put on some clothes, wipe my tears and drink a cup of pure coffee that would make anyone awake from the feeling of still being sleepy.“ I always do what has to be done, Luigi. You gave Anthony your word, I wouldn't make you break it a second time. I have a lot to thank you for, my friend.”, I say it sincerely and I just can't stand up to hug you because our time is short.“ You will always have my loyalty and so will your descendants.”“ What descendants? I have decided to live as if my daughter doesn't exist, and a second child is not in the plans.”, I continue to pick up the shrapnel while trying to keep my attention on her reasoning.“ Francisca, that day Anthony said that having you back is a priority not just out of spite, he nee