All Chapters of JUST LOVERS: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

NANCY."He's my client...""No, he is not." Tony pointed at my face with one of his index fingers and spoke to me sternly, directly. There were no more smiles on his face, the darkness appeared before me and I could only stand still. However, I couldn't be afraid of him, I couldn't even show it."He's not a fucking client, yours. That guy is nothing to you.""I don't understand what you're talking about.""You called him and told him something about me.""What the fuck are you talking about, Tony? Was you who sent a guard behind Olivia.""I had Olivia followed because I wanted to woo her, not just to make sure she arrived safely that night." I swallowed thickly. "I like her. Quite a lot. I just wanted to woo her and that's why I asked to keep an eye on her, you know what I mean?"He took his time to speak again. He was scrutinizing me, wanting to see my reactions."But she's moved out of her apartment." I didn't know that. "She went with that accountant, the same guy who kept Vasallo'

CARL.The beer was good. Jaime asked me before I left, if he wanted to talk to me.I asked him what it was about, he knew important details of everything that happened with Melendez and his nephew. About to give me a preview of what he wanted to talk about, he saw Olivia cross over to our corner and just said "Later".Then nodded and left. If Olivia couldn't hear, then I wasn't wrong.I focused on that female walking toward me. The garment was a wisp of nothing. I remembered in that instant when it fell at her feet like a waterfall in that hotel room I took her to, cold walls and sheets, but willing to warm up.The chairs were against the wall so we looked at other diners in front of us.The light was dim. In the background, a string of country music sounded like tropical ballads or some soft style full of bass, saxophone, and keyboards.The natural noise of the restaurant, the private conversations, and the clash of china and glassware didn't affect us, but if it was quiet, everythin

OLIVIA."Come in... Hello?"The owner of the house opened the door, spoke to us, and invited us in, and we didn't answer, we didn't even move.When I heard the word "attack" from Carl's mouth last night, I honestly didn't know what I expected.Maybe a concussion, a cast from a car crash, or maybe I could have thought of an emotional trauma that she would confess to us.The trauma she had to have, but everything else fell short in my eyes.Nancy is an extremely beautiful woman, a full-fledged lady.With an unmatched beauty, she is one of those women you hardly ever see in Maracaibo and many places.Her Italian and Latin genes blend creating a special female. And if we add money, mystery, luxury, and success, her looks take on an ultra-fascinating glow.I didn't like her so much when we met at her restaurant after she approached my table (I still don't know exactly with what intention) and talked to me about Carl and things I shouldn't have been interested in at the time. It was a very s

OLIVIA."What have you got there?"My question was superfluous. I knew it was a gun as soon as my fingertips brushed it.We looked at each other's faces.He clenched his jaw and shrugged his shoulders extremely lightly."Today I felt like taking it out.""Why?" I looked at Ray, then at him. "You came alone? Where's Juan?""He's outside.""If he's outside, why did provoke you to pull your gun? Didn't you hire him to use that thing?"Carl continued to penetrate the iris of my eyes. He didn't flinch, he didn't swallow thickly, but he did hide some strong feeling, very similar to desperation, maybe to the infraganti discovery, however, it was the first time I saw coldness in his gaze, I saw ice. He didn't like my little interrogation.The bad thing was that I didn't care that he didn't like that. I was going for more."Aren't you going to answer me?""I-wanted-to-get-my.-gun-out," he emphasized everything, little by little, word by word. Then he fell silent. "Olivia, I wanted to put it in

CARL.Ray was discharged three days later. Doctors said he could recover at home. Police tracked down the gunman. His face and demeanor were not out of the ordinary; there were no surprises. He could well have been a neighbor or a co-worker. The subject could have gone unnoticed by anyone. That put us all partially at ease. I talked it over with Finol, Olivia, and even Nancy, and we had to take a break from the escorts.I was not worried about the money, I believe security and welfare should be well-paid and remunerated. It was just a matter of understanding that the enemy was no longer lurking in the streets. Tony was a fugitive, Vasallo was lost almost like the previous one, and worse. And most likely also out of the country, what did I know? The guy in the blue car behind bars was singing all the stories about the most damaging Urdaneta, as far as we knew, which gave him a good amount of time in prison. We were safe at last, nothing could happen to us, and nobody was still chasing