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CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
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The gangster and the pianist CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
RETAILCloe stood all the time at Layla's gate waiting for Tulio's return.“My dear, imagine how my life has been since that boy was twelve years old!” Layla approached her at the gate, she put her hand on the young woman's shoulder, sympathetic, she understood Cloe's concern, for the girl loved her grandson as much as she did. “My grandson is like my son, and children, it's like having your heart beating outside your chest constantly, even more so with the life he has.”Cloe nodded in agreement, she imagined how easy it must not be for his grandmotherly lady.When she saw his motorcycle going up to her house and he not having warned her that he was coming, she kissed Layla on the cheek and walked up the street to her house. She was almost home when a black van sped past her, the dark windows not allowing her to see who was inside. Further ahead a thug got down from the front and opened the sliding door of the van and Sopapo, Cannibal and Gringo got out. A black sack covered the heads
The gangster and the pianist CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
A GOOD DOCTOR“You will have to go to Doctor Zaquim.” said Tulio to Cloe as they got out in front of Layla's house. Cloe was worried about his silence in the van during the trip.She could feel the throbbing on her forehead and the burning, but she didn't want to complain, since she wasn't the only one wounded at the end of the insane fight and didn't want to show weakness, but when she heard him say so, she put an index finger, also sore from the burn from earlier, on her temple and saw that besides a deep cut, a bump was beginning to grow. She nodded in agreement with him and entered the house of the old lady who came quickly to help them with concern.“My God, yarn what have you done? It's not enough for you to get involved in fights, you also have to drag the girl into it?!” Layla pulled Cloe into the backyard, where there were pots of potions with strong smells, pastes of dubious appearances, Cloe noticed that Tulio had been upset by her grandmother's comment. “Sit down there, y
The gangster and the pianist CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
RULES ARE RULESThe quiet days soon gave way to darker ones. One minute things were going well, and the next they were going badly. That's what Cloe thought about what it was like to live life in the mafia. Like what Milla was telling her:“It was Shay who poisoned me against you the first time I saw you, you know?” “No, I didn't know," answered Cloe, with full attention on her friend now. They were at Milla's house and were planting some seedlings that Layla had given to the girl. Cloe had promised to help her create a garden in her house, and was helping her with this, since she had returned from her hometown and had not yet decided whether she would stay there for good.“ Didn't you see at the farewell party for Gringo and me the way she looked at you while learning the dance steps?”“ No, I greeted her, but I didn't see her again during the party. I thought she was harsh with me, but I couldn't figure out why.”She hates you, Cloe, she envies you!”“ You can't be serious!” Cloe
The gangster and the pianist CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN
WICKEDNESSDoctor Zaquim was already treating Tulio, but Clara as she entered the office and saw him lying unconscious on the stretcher, the crimson of his blood soaking the paper where he was lying, fainted.Gringo and Milla accompanied her there and were her support, one on each side so she wouldn't fall.“ Tulio…” " she moaned, her legs weakened and her friends supported her, making her sit up.She was so close to him, just a few steps away, but she couldn't reach him. Gringo was holding her tight.“ Let them take care of him," Gringo asked softly.”Flora, the nurse and wife of Dr. Zaquim, was taking care of Tulio. Cloe looked at him lying there unconscious without believing that the strong and imposing man was so fragile and at the mercy of two pairs of hands that were poking him, turning him on his side, helping him, and trying to help him.Flora spoke to the doctor in their language, and few things could be understood. The nurse followed what the doctor told her to do, and with
The gangster and the pianist CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT
FIRE! Gringo arrived at the cottage with the tires of the pickup truck they had used to get there lifting gravel on the ground and didn't even turn it off as he ran down. He went back to the truck and gave an order to the three guys he had taken. - I want you to get away from here, go into the woods, walk around, but don't stay around for at least an hour! - And when one of them made mention of saying something, the three of them couldn't understand how he could want to be alone with Calo, he made a hateful face that scared them. - Go! Pulling the thirty-eight from his waistband, he didn't even hit the door, with a kick to the middle of the wood, he yanked it off the jamb, one more kick and the door was on the floor. I was going to go upstairs, but Ruben came naked down the stairs, startled by being found and the noise. A sheet tied around his waist and the shot to the knee made him scream and fall. Gringo came to her with blood in his eyes, his teeth grinding, his jaw clenched. The
The gangster and the pianist CHAPTER TWENTY NINE
FRIGIDITY, NIGHTMARES AND FEAR!Tulio left the care center two days later and to the relief of Cloe, his grandmother and her partners, he was fine.Layla didn't leave her grandson's side, bringing him yummy food twice a day, plus affection and a good dash of drama.“ Your parents must be turning in their graves, yarn, they must hate me for not taking good care of you!” She started the drama as soon as she saw him. And as always, Tulio hugged her and kissed her.“ They must be very proud of you, and there is no one who could hate you, Grandma, is there, Cloe?”Cloe joined in the hug and agreed, saying that everyone loved her.The days that Tulio stayed in treatment were tense for the girl. She had nightmares that woke her up in the middle of the night and she began to sleep with the lights on, because when she was attacked by nightmares she was absolutely sure that Cloe, or Ruben, was in her room watching her sleep and smiling in the dark. She would wake up soaked with sweat and tears
The gangster and the pianist CHAPTER THIRTY
THE BANDITCloe looked nothing like the girl four years ago, nothing like the girl who joined Tulio's gang years ago. The change had been radical, and not only in her hair - at the moment it was blue, but she had changed colors so much that those who had known her for the last four years did not even know what her original color had been - but her clothes had also changed. She was no longer the insipid and timid girl who jumped at every crack of gunfire she heard, no longer the shy girl who thought before she spoke.She was addicted to exercise and ran every morning for miles to maintain her physique, she felt safer about being attacked, she acquired much more confidence now, and it wasn't only because she had more companions now, she had her own retinue of helpers, but her self-esteem had improved a lot after the mishaps she had gone through to get there.Her change obviously brought a burden to her relationship with Tulio, and it couldn't be otherwise. She loved him and felt loved b
The gangster and the pianist CHAPTER THIRTY ONE
A DIFFERENT WOMANTulio and Cloe tried not to distance themselves, each of them now had their own business, the mafia was not for those who wanted to have a quiet life. Leading so many people, taking care of so many others, obviously took its toll on their relationship. The love was the same and even seemed to increase more and more, but as he himself had once said, love alone was not enough, and it was true.She saw him looking at her when she thought she didn't notice, and the same was true for her. She liked to watch him sleep, during insomnia, her most cruel friend since Ruben's attack; sometimes she didn't even try to sleep, for fear of the nightmares that haunted her in the dream world.“ Who is Calo?” One night when she tried to sleep, she woke up with Tulio looking into her eyes very closely. She had shouted the name of the scoundrel who had raped her, and in the nightmare she called him by the name he had introduced himself to her. The nightmares were almost always the same.
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