DON JULIO
We set out shortly before dawn. The strange drowsy blue that hung over Calcutta's skies gave the impression that everything we could find would be the opposite of what I expected but I had gone through Federico's journal and just wanted to be sure. In slow motion, the town was beginning to wake and the roads continued to stretch before us.My SUV was like a blade slicing through the fog. Spreading my legs and flicking the edge of my silver lighter with my thumb I sat in the back. Fire. A snap. Fire. I had the silver lighter since I was sixteen .I was steadied by the rhythm.Sarian sat across from me looking out the window as if she wanted to punch it open and jump out but I knew she couldn't date, her hand was bruised and covered in bandages. Once in a while she had steal hateful glances at me and I had smirked back.“It isn't very gentlemanly to force injured women to your expeditions.” she said without turning, her voice dry.SARIAN Three Weeks LaterThe sea was too calm and soothing and the waves seemed as if they were talking to me as they rolled gently beneath the speedboat. I wanted to forget the memories associated with each splash. Every wind gust served as a cold reminder that true peace was never mine to possess. Not when those I once loved were still living with betrayal. Not when danger wore smiling masks, staring at me and I didn't know who to trust.I moved closer to something I didn't yet understand as the boat took me farther away from Catalina's betrayal , from Julio's mansion and from the smoldering remains of trust. But in my life peace never persisted. Every time it was only a respite from a storm. A part of something that was never meant to be.Don Julio called following the masquerade ball and Catalina's unsuccessful attempt to take me to Abraham Moretti. His voice was as hard as steel when he spoke to me.“ You're going to leave.” I shook my head. “I'm not going to run away.”He s
SARIAN Smoke and fear filled the mansion. The once lavish ball fell into complete chaos as the gunfire ceased and Hugo's men were whisked away. As frightened visitors stomped over shattered glass and crushed pride, screams echoed through the hallways. Broken light was reflected onto bloodied tiles by swaying crystal chandeliers from the ceiling. The walls and curtains had holes on them.This was no longer merely a power struggle. This was more than a war and I was in the center of it all. The floor was painted with blood and each time I stared at it, mt heart raced . As Greta pulled him upstairs to safety the family doctor followed in her wake terrified at every turn. They claimed that although the wound wasn't as deep this time he had bled excessively. But then, his whole body was struggling. It was that night that I discovered that Don Julio had constructed an underground clinic in the mansion and two doctors came and attended to him.The mansion was strangely silent now as tho
SARIAN Don Julio called us two days after I had discovered the secret in my father's ledger. Those of us who remained assembled in the great hall. The once-powerful household now seemed to be a shadow of what it had been. There were just a few devoted guards left and they all had tense wary looks. While the doctor hovered in the corner quietly checking Julio's vitals from a distance Greta stood quietly behind me with her arms crossed. Julio was slumped in his chair, his arm in a sling and there were bandages showing through his collar. Although his face was paler, the blaze in his eyes remained unquenchable. Despite the pain he spoke in a steady voice.“We need to smoke Hugo out. We cannot wait for him to do something else while we sit here like sitting ducks.”No one objected. However he went on to say.“We”ll throw a ball, a disguise.” Afraid I had heard correctly I blinked. “A ball?” I scowled and said again. He nodded.“Something magnificent and loud. Glamorous. We will exte
SARIAN I didn't get much sleep that night. Don Julio gave me the golden key and I sat by myself in the study staring at it after helping him get bandaged and into bed. I repeatedly rolled it with my fingers feeling the cool silky edges against my skin. Don Julio had had told me that he had found it buried in an abandoned school which once belonged to a mafia lord called Don Arturo.And my father had once told me about Don Arturo and if I could remember correctly, he told me a story about him.I didn't know why he told me that story but he said that Don Arturo had a family when others didn't want to, he was a good friend of my father's and one night ended everything and his men had dispersed and his gang was now defunct and maybe that was what Hugo was after. According to Don Julio, it could unlocked my father's safe which no one had ever opened. He said that the safe had been concealed behind a bookcase in a classroom that has been off-limits to anyone since Don Arturo's passing
SARIAN I didn't wait until dawn. I left in the dark before the birds sang and before the sky even began to brighten. I had already packed my suitcase.Simeon had left that morning and I was home alone until he came back with some pizzas and offered to prepare dinner but I told him that I wasn't hungry.I couldn't sleep that night. Although my mind was in disarray, my body moved instinctively. Ideas raced through my mind like a storm including bits of false information. I saw pictures of me, my father and Don Julio.As if hiding it would change its meaning, I pushed the photo farther into my bag. My phone, a knife, some cash and that picture were all I took. I left everything else and made the bed.I left the comfort, safety and luxury of the room and whether or not any of what he had told me was true, I didn't care. I just wanted to leave and just hope he won't coming looking for me at the club. I opened the villa's side door and heard a slight creak. The earthy smell of the night f
SARIAN After seeing what was inside the hidden room I couldn't go to sleep. How was I able to? My hands, legs and even my lips were trembling. I spent hours trying to think clearly while sitting on the edge of the guest room bed.It seemed more like a movie than reality and as my heart pounded, I wondered what sort of trouble I had gotten myself into. The guy I kissed. The man who gave me a sense of security. This man treated me as though I were important. He had been watching me.Or should I say monitoring it stalking me?I had seen the screen, the dates, the notes. And I had recognized myself in them. I had been filmed everywhere I went including the club, Don Julio's house and the corner café where I once sobbed by myself in the rain. Each and every private moment. Every hidden pain, caught, archived, noted. I couldn’t decide whether to break something or scream. Rather as if nothing had happened I stood quietly, cleaned my face and went to the kitchen. He was there already Hi