REVENGE AND LOVE AGAINT MY MAFIA HUSBAND のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

I woke up with a concert of drums in my head and an urgency that kicked me in the belly, threatening to shoot out of my throat. I got up, crawled to the bathroom, and vomited a lot. Furthermore, I make an effort to breathe while I make the oath of the dawn, “I do not drink again.” When leaving the bathroom, I am surprised to see a hand offering me a glass and the other two pills, I look at his face, and the floor seems to collapse. It was him; the cowardly dog was there with me. It is possible that the floor opened up and a river of lava flowed out of it. Filling me with anger, I slapped that glass, breaking it against the wall. “You are a bad man!” I shout at him and slap him in the face, and the very agile man stops it and answers me, “Don't make things more difficult; they are already very complex.” I follow him, trying to hit him with the other hand, which also grabs me and hugs me. Maybe it was the drink I still had in my system, but I felt his smell, not his cologne, for a few

Angelo pictured his boxing coach telling him to “get up, give me one more round; you're the best; don't let it be a dogfight.”He jumped back to his feet, hitting with a hook one of the thugs that were shooting at the woman's car and pushing another one. He ran under the garbage cart, giving it a bounce; he heard the noise of the friction of metal against metal and cans against cement; he watched as the garbage vehicle wobbled a little; and the woman's car came out of a small space at full speed, shooting sparks.“Please help me; I'll give you anything you want,” Angelo begged, one of the few pleas of his life.The car jerked to a stop. “Let's go fast. Run.” He ran to the vehicle, and without asking to open one of the doors, he climbed in through a window, ordering, “Please start.”The vehicle screeched again, the accelerator pedal seemed like it was going to come off because of so much pressure, and the projectiles brushed the cans, raising the tension. She turned the first corner, t

“Stop, seriously, I don't know what you're talking about,” said Ximena as she pushed him away with both hands.“I don't know what you're talking about,” said Ximena as she pushed him away with both hands.“Do not play the absent-minded one when you saved me from the garbage cart that night.”“I didn't recognize you; you were so bloody. Besides, I only saw you that night, and with so much stress and running around, it was a traumatic experience, and my car was a total loss.”“It's very strange; it's the first time a woman doesn't remember my face and resists having an affair with me the first time they meet me; You intrigue me; you are a challenge for a psychologist.”“I have a problem with recognizing faces; I think it's called prosopagnosia, and I associate faces with people who act the same; besides, I erase the ones that make me have bad experiences.”“Ximena, I don't know why I think that's not true, I guess it's like they say that a thief is the one who steals, even if it's just a

The next day he was not able to go to teach at the university; his students missed him, especially Liz and Ximena. Although Ximena had another matter that tormented her, she wanted to tell Liz about it to unload her concern.“My friend, I have a problem of the maximum.”“Ximena, let me guess: is she pregnant by the professor?”“No, not that; we didn't do anything at all yet, and who knows if this weekend, because he invited me to his farm in the city of Melgar?”“Lol, you're going on an all-inclusive plan.”“Ha-ha-ha-ha, but I'm afraid.”“You're not even a little girl.”“I haven't been with a man for a long time.”“Ximena, I don't know how you can live like this, and how long has it been?”“I've never been with a man; I'm so ashamed to tell you that.”“I can't believe it, my friend; you're giving me a hard time; you were or are married.”“That was a farce; we did not even kiss with that man, or, well, I guess we did, but we did not make love or anything; it was something that my parent

That day was a dream day; we had a lot of fun. If it weren't for that unfortunate mishap, I almost wouldn't tell the story. My good friend Angelo took us fishing on his yacht. It was fun; I had never done it before. With what we caught, Angelo prepared us something called sashimi, according to him, a Japanese dish. I didn't want to contradict him because I didn't want to look ignorant because the only thing I knew about Chinese food was rice and sushi. It was very pleasant to be there tanning myself and watching him fight with the seafood; it made me want to clean it. I tried to look elsewhere; I tried to look at the sea, and without realizing it, I was again with my eyes fixed on his beautiful face. He reciprocated with smiles that just melted my heart.We ate that morsel of kings, accompanied by a wine with an oak smell, and we laughed listening to Liz's boyfriend's witticisms that helped us understand why she had chosen him. Since this gentleman was maybe around 60 years old, with h