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The Withered Flower of Silence Chapter 10: Answers
When I see his evil eyes, I wake up. I cannot afford to suffer from Stockholm at this point in my life.Magda leads me to one of the chairs next to Wolfgang. He leaves his Tablet face down on the table, but doesn't take off his glasses. So he looks older than he probably is, but Wolfgang doesn't look any less attractive for that."We'll be serving food soon," Magda announces before returning to the kitchen.I frown, only now realizing that this was perhaps planned by her. The woman has a malignant cell then."How are you today?" I jump when I hear the question come from Wolfgang's lips.I am more surprised because there is no threat in his voice. I look at him for a moment, but I don't know how I could answer him even if I wanted to. Wolfgang surprises me once more and raises his hands to move them nimbly until he creates words.“You can talk to me in sign language.”I look into his eyes, and hesitate to answer his question, but finally decide to answer him."I'm fine."He nods, and s
The Withered Flower of Silence Chapter 11: The vineyard
After lunch, I follow Wolfgang and Magda to the front of the house, feeling a mixture of curiosity, fear, and resignation. My mind is torn between running back to the room and hiding in the comforting darkness that has protected me so far, or going ahead and accepting this opportunity to get out of the four walls where I sleep, even for a short time.The darkness, paradoxically, has become a refuge for me. In his embrace, there are no hurtful words like the ones I used to hear from my uncle, no threats like the ones Wolfgang utters. It is a place where I can feel safe. But now I'm curious what I'll see in Wolfgang's vineyard. Did he also kidnap his vineyard workers? I ignore my guess when I remember the happy women in the kitchen. I decide to focus on Wolfgang's promise not to hurt me.I watch Wolfgang's broad back as he walks in the sun, the rays illuminating his glossy black hair. He is wearing a black dress shirt that he rolled up to his elbows, and matching dress pants. The spitti
The Withered Flower of Silence Chapter 12: Bullet wound
WOLFGANG P.O.V.I watch as Herman, the production manager, chokes on his cigar smoke upon noticing my presence, and as he tries to get up from his chair, he causes a little mayhem by knocking pencils and other objects off the desk.I have had a previous conversation with Derek, the man who gave me the keys to the jeep, and he has finally gotten me the necessary evidence to reveal the theft that Herman has made of me, it is not that I need evidence to kill someone, but it is supposed that this side of my life shouldn't get involved with the dirty mafia. For the past two months, Herman has been taking about five cases of white wine every Friday night. Of course he wasn't doing that job alone, but it's a matter of time before he tells me the names I need.“Mr. Krüger, what are you doing here? Herman stammers the question from him.It doesn't surprise me, as Bruno is the one who handles matters related to the wine company. The idiot thought he could take advantage of Bruno's absence. He w
The Withered Flower of Silence Chapter 13: New information
I'm driving and Chiara stays leaning back in the seat, looking out the window with a lost look. I drive home in unchanging silence, because I can't bring myself to demand that she move her shaking hands all the way, it's not like she needs an explanation for what happened today. It was a given that Chiara would need a lot of supervision from now on. I look at her for a moment, her delicate little neck, her curly dark hair fluttering in the air, and her slim but feminine figure resting on the seat. A chill runs through my body when I think about what could have happened, I would be carrying her corpse if I hadn't arrived on time. And then I have the disturbing impulse to reach for Chiara to hug her again. But I shake off those ridiculous thoughts and focus on getting home. As I park the car, I see Magda come out of the house with a worried look on her face. When Magda reaches the door, she shares a tense look with me, then focuses on Chiara, who remains disconnected from the world. As
The Withered Flower of Silence Chapter 14: The truth
CHIARA P.O.V.I open my eyes slowly, feeling consciousness come back to me. The room I'm in seems unfamiliar to me, and I feel confusion take over me for an instant. But almost at the same time, I remember that now I sleep in Wolfgang's room. Then the memory of what happened in the vineyard appears as if by magic in my head, and fear takes over my being again.In my attempt to get away from the memories that terrify me, a desperate movement causes me to raise my arms and my body squirms on the bed. My hand accidentally hits a glass tumbler on the nightstand, causing it to fall to the floor with a crash. The sound of glass breaking only increases my agitation.My eyes widen and my chest heaves, I try to recover the calm that I need so much at this moment. My hand rests on my chest, I want to stabilize my rapid breathing. I feel how my heart is pounding, as if it wants to escape from my chest. I want to cry, I want to feel safe for once in my life.Just at that moment, I see how the bat
The Withered Flower of Silence Chapter 15: fleeting moment
WOLFGANG P.O.V.I drive up the driveway toward the cabin, accompanied by Klaus, a mixture of emotions and thoughts racing through my mind. I feel pathetic about the way I reacted when Chiara dropped the glass on the floor. It's been a long time since I felt so worried about someone, and it baffles me.I vividly remember that moment when I got out of the shower—hair dripping with water—when I heard the sound of glass breaking. The alarm went off inside me and without even drying myself, I grabbed the towel and ran to make sure Chiara was safe. The image of her, frightened and fragile, struck me in the heart.I grip the steering wheel hard, remembering how I nearly exploded with rage when Chiara confessed that Manfrid had touched her without her consent. Anger builds up inside me as we approach the cabin. The cabin, that place we call that, is actually an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. It's our place to get rid of problems, like Manfrid.Karl, my best executor, awaits
The Withered Flower of Silence Chapter 16: Surprise
CHIARA P.O.V.I look at the wide terrain, covered by a roof that is supported by robust wooden columns. I am in Bruno's beautiful garden, surrounded by vibrant fruits and vegetables. The orchard is 130 square meters in size, with neat rows of vegetable and fruit trees stretching as far as the eye can see. Magda asked me and Katharina to go to the garden to pick the vegetables before they rot, especially the tomatoes, Magda uses tomatoes a lot when she prepares food, she is a complete Italian.I look at Katharina, she is concentrating on picking oranges from the trees outside the roof. It is still difficult for us to communicate naturally because of the language barrier, but she is a very kind girl. I wonder if she and the other people who work here know that Wolfgang is a mobster. However, I wouldn't blame these people for not knowing who their boss really is. After all, it's funny how this place looks like a charming country house, and it still amazes me that Wolfgang has his own vin
The Withered Flower of Silence Chapter 17: The name of the horse
WOLFGAGN P.O.V. I called Bruno and asked for the contact of a horse breeder, I needed to find a purebred specimen because I was not going to accept less than that. That was how I came across Mr. Edel, and despite my usual dislike of animals, I ended up buying that damned horse for a considerable sum of money. I never thought I would spend so much on a simple animal, I have always hated them for as long as I can remember. But this time, the tears of happiness that I saw in Chiara's eyes were worth every penny invested. It's amazing how that woman's smile can have such a powerful effect on my state of mind, even when I received the news of the death of Gio, the man we infiltrated among Aldo's people. “You have to build a stable for the horse, and its nutrition is important, it's a purebred Arabian horse, Wolfgang, it's extremely important that—. Wolfgang, are you listening to me? I look at Edel. "Yes, of course. You continue with what you were saying." Edel begins to tell me about t
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