(Filippo Valentini)I feel the air escaping from my lungs, for a few moments I think I am experiencing an illusion and my body freezes in front of the scene, but the smell of blood makes me bite my mouth so hard that I can feel my own blood. Never since I arrived in this country have I been careless, and by a moment of distraction, the woman who is temporarily being my girlfriend is shot right in front of me.I hold Renata with my right arm before her body falls to the floor, I look forward and see the waiter unlocking his gun preparing to shoot once again, I quickly reach down and draw my gun, using only one hand, I unlock it, the sound of the wine bottles crashing with the shot echoes throughout the room making the women in the room scream hysterically.I run my eye quickly over the source of the outflow of blood, the shot has gone through her collarbone, I am a little more relieved and mentally hope that the bullet has not fractured her bone. I lay Renata's limp body on my lap and

(Renata Pellegrini)> One month later:“Does it still hurt?” Filippo asks on the other side of the screen. Every night I make a video call.“Only when I make sudden movements, or carry weight.”“You are recovering fast, that is good.”“Yes,” I agree and lie comfortably on my bed, feeling my eyes getting heavy, yawn and snuggle into the sheets. “When are you really coming back?”“The day after tomorrow, on Monday,” he answers, reminding me.“I miss you; I'll count the minutes.”“I miss you too,” he says, making me smile. I love it when he gets all affectionate with me. “Your mouth, sweet and wild,” he completes the sentence.“Naughty boy!” I speak, still feeling a little embarrassed.Filippo traveled the weekend after I was shot, and has been in Mexico for three weeks. He, besides going to meet new clients, also went to Penelope's wedding party. That made me wary, but I let it go, I can't be suspicious of the man I risked my life for. "And also, her husband is there, she wouldn't be th

(Renata Pellegrini) "This is going to go to shit"- My mind alerts me as I hold the doorknob of the door, I suspect is the basement. I close my eyes and the image of his dark look makes a shiver run down my spine, Filippo when he is angry is very scared, his eyes become horrifyingly cold and dark, like those of an evil wolf... This was the first expression I saw on him. Even today I remember the constant feeling of danger I felt when I looked into his eyes, my warnings were right, I fell into the trap and today I am in love and willing to live next to him. But what expression will he make when he finds out that I did exactly what he asked me not to do? Just imagining his face disappointed in me makes my heart squeeze. Okay, I don't think we should have secrets between us, even more so when we are living together now, but I have to wait his time, no one is obliged to open up like this. And also, we haven't been together that long, I'm sure that as time goes by, he will not only tell

(Filippo Valentini) After two hours, being sure that Renata is sleeping soundly, I carefully take her head off my chest, switch places with a pillow and Renata clings to my replacement. The night didn't end as planned, I figured that bringing her to live with me would make me get to my goal of fucking her faster, but every time I get close to sinking into her flesh, something happens to get in the way and it's driving me crazy, I'm on the verge of losing my patience, which is already very little. Today I almost lost my mind, I ended up saying what I shouldn't have, I didn't plan to throw in her face that I used to have sex with her a lot, I could see the disappointment on her face, but my anger and frustration spoke so loudly that I was glad I said it, I've been holding back too long and this way she will soon get a shock of reality, I'm a man and I need to attend to my needs. She thinks she can play with me, but that's not how it works. In this game, the champion will always be me

(Renata Pellegrini) “Is there a problem, miss?” Mr. Lucas Parmanel suddenly asks as he enters the elevator. Since I became Filippo's secretary and personal assistant, I never needed to speak directly with the vice-president, the information exchange was always between me and Sofia. “N-no, sir,” I answered, finding her question strange. “You were lost because Filippo didn't show up today. Did I get it right?” “Well, yes.” “Take my advice, get used to it, it has happened that he has not shown up for more than a week.” “Why is that?” I ask puzzled. “It is none of our business, Filippo is not the kind of man who likes to explain himself.” “I understand," I say, picking up my cell phone and checking once more that there are no messages. I am upset, he didn't show up and didn't even send a message. I leave the elevator dialing the driver's number, but the new message notification makes me stop and open the message application: Filippo, mio amato: I'll meet you at the movies, let's