Verónika appears with a pale pink coat, brown leather boots, two more pieces of clothing that when she hands me over I can see that it is a wool shirt and jeans. There is also a scarf and gloves for the cold. When she connects with me, a smile of hers crosses her lips, I match it with the same sincerity that she transmits the gesture that she has dedicated to me. Something so common that people do such as going out, walking and walking around the world, in my circumstances, as well as an incentive for living evil, which is a miracle from heaven.I can't believe it, surely neither can she."Let me comb your hair, will you?" “She offers herself. Like a little girl, I nod excitedly. Then she go get dressed, Luna.“Thank you so much.I go into the bathroom and put everything on, looking at myself dressed like this makes me remember moments of my life in the past. I feel like I'm recovering a part that I thought was lost. I return to the room, the admiration of the Russian woman makes me a
"Yes, it is, Aleksander," I admit.I do not move away from the haze that he causes so soon and deep in me. I don't even understand why it is generated, it's annoying, I feel sick and crazy looking at it like this.After a while I get hungry, I prefer not to tell him, his mood is so indecipherable and unstable that I am afraid to ask if we are going to eat or not.It is he, I suppose hungry too, who brings up the matter.We ended up going to an Italian restaurant, one of the most famous in the city. It is a very large Italian restaurant, with a terrace, beautiful decoration, where you can still have lunch, dinner or just have a drink. Italian cuisine is delicious. I don't resist. The food is typical of a pizzeria (pastas, pizzas), however they also have more refined dishes or with some elegant touches, for example a Spanish gazpacho, which we obviously tried.The waiter who served us not only brought that, our order consisted of: pasta, gazpachos, lasagna, meat with cheese and potatoes
Knock knock... Knock knock...I open my eyes, who is knocking at the door? Nobody does it, anyone comes and goes as they please without asking permission. So it's strange to hear that tapping.I blink, yawn, and stretch my limbs. How much have I slept? Sure hours.I get up, I can't even look out the window and find out if it's nightfall or if morning has already arrived. I have it strictly prohibited.“Luna, are you there? “She says, still sleepy, I try to find the owner of that voice.How could I open? The door is secured. Plus I'm only wearing a nightgown.“Dominic?“Exactly, good morning, Aleksander says that you should come down for breakfast “he informs, I cannot measure the degree of perplexity.It just doesn't occur to me that they are inviting me to eat with them. But I remember that Dominic is there, so he will keep up the charade, all to make him believe that I am a friend, not the captive that he takes advantage of whenever he wants.That is to say that the young man is not
POV. AlexanderIt drives me crazy when plans change, not getting the result, I hate that sometimes my men are so stupid, what they call being cautious, I consider cowardice. I won't waste any more time, I'll kill that idiot myself, I don't care if World War III breaks out.“Dominic, we're leaving! “I order. I won't let him near Luna, I look at her, she knows he has to go back to her room.He is a boy with raging hormones and I don't trust the way he looks at him.“Can't I stay talking to your friend?Not even in dreams.“No, You can not!"I'm going back to the room, I don't feel well," she says, leaving the chair, she stands up. See you soon.That's it, good girl, Lunita."See you later, Luna," Dominic responds with a smile.Alena appears and I wave to her. She knows what to do about Miller. I look back at my brother, he annihilates me.“Why do we have to leave so soon? “He complains, snorting.That he becomes so whiny most of the time drives me crazy.“First of all, you don't even ha
Going up the stairs Alena intercepts me. Those honey eyes that preserve kindness, despite everything, silently stare into mine. So much mystery it brings puts me on the verge of confusion.It is the same angelic face that I had compassion for, I helped him. Because I still have the same feeling so I have been flexible with her.“What are you going to tell me?“Aleksander, are you going to eat?I bet you wanted to ask something else.“No, has Luna already eaten? “I return, narrowing my gaze.“No, I'll bring you lunch right away, with your permission.I frown, why so mysterious? I resume the ascent, I hurry, at the top I take out the key from the door and insert it in the lock. I go inside the bedroom, I find her on her back, sitting in an Indian position, I sigh when I see her. She is like a caged bird, she doesn't fly, she doesn't even flutter.“Luna,” I call his attention.I can tell he tenses as he turns and notices me. Her lifeless face does not look at me."I don't feel well," she
Verónika brought me the biographer and the sheet of paper I asked for. I use the nightstand for support. And here I am going to express myself, to leave everything in writing. I will seal even my deepest thoughts in it. I will do it in the hope that he can reach dad.Tears escape without stopping, as I leave my soul in each word.Dad, it's been a long, long time since I've been able to hug you, kiss you, and tell you how proud I am of you or how much I love you. Overnight everything changed, what I never imagined I would experience, I am experiencing now.If you read this letter, I want you to know that today, December 2, I am still alive, I still resist even in hell.I'm in Russia, in a room, I've spent the last few months locked up, with no way to find an escape because these guys aren't just anyone. It's the mafia, the Russian mafia, father. Perhaps his last name will sound familiar to you, Aleksander Konstantinov has me kidnapped, Dimitri Konstantinov's son.At first I was confuse
I don't want to go to Italy, I don't want to run away as if I had anything to do with whatever caused this commotion. Aleksander, seeing that I am still static, pushes me from behind, ordering me to walk quickly to the outside where we will board the car.I have no choice, I keep walking.An overdose of adrenaline moves through my bloodstream. I feel like I'm in a chase, but there is no good guy, they are all bad guys who go against each other. I wonder if we are safe, that Aleksander sees so much in the rearview mirror alerts me, he makes my hair stand on end. For sure, nothing is safe, he drives so fast that I fear an accident will happen.I close my eyes, I ask heaven that the fateful thing does not happen.“Why are we going to Italy?! “I exclaim sobbing.It doesn't even slow down when cornering. My heart is going to beat out of my chest. I'm about to have a heart attack. Don't you know how unstable a path can be during this season?“Mariola got in the way when I tried to kill her
“What's wrong with the country? If you had asked me to set you adrift, I would have done so, and you would have been dead by now. Why don't you thank me? "Now that you're going to be safe," she growls, it's a claim.“With you I will never be safe; I want to go back to my country, Aleksander “I remember, keeping my tone low, a lump gets stuck in my throat, I die of rage and I just want to cry alone. But he is close to me, I hate him, I do hate this man. Tell me the truth, are you planning to kill me or have I become your absurd whim?“What do you want me to say? “She questions with a smile.I take a breath of air. I just want the truth, but he likes lies, so he won't be frank or sincere.“The truth,” I say, placing all my attention on his face. The smile reappears, it is not lucid, because he is not sane either. Tell me.“For you I have done things that have aroused a special interest in you, for me, right? “He states victoriously. Those words full of arrogance and mischief suddenly tak