Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Tonali Brothers: Attractive and Dangerous.: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

That night, husband and wife rested on the same bed, respecting the limits of their bodies, much to the chagrin of Ciro, who was dying to sleep with her in his arms, just that, without any passionate pretensions. He only wanted to have her on his chest and feel her heartbeat up close, and to believe naively that she still belonged to him, even if it was an illusion. His soul needed it as much as a bird needs its wings to keep from falling. But he restrained himself. He looked at her slender back, which was slightly exposed by the strapless shirt of her pajamas, and in a daring act he decided to trace her skin with the tip of his finger. They were soft touches that ran from one side to the other, descending and then rising again and repeating the process.He didn't mean to wake her. There was no point in waking her up, though. She was already awake. It had been a long time, ever since she discovered who she really was, that she had been unable to sleep. She slept for short int

The letter.The sealed envelope that Anne had given to the young driver was in the glove compartment of the truck, along with a box of cigarettes and another of matches, being watched by Alvaro who would occasionally open the glove compartment just to make sure that the letter was with him, although he had no way of losing it, he still hadn't taken it out of there. He was already crossing the gallant Milanese city halfway through the day, and he still had a long way to go. But Alvaro didn't complain about his job, he was rewarded with ten thousand euros just for driving a cargo truck two or three times a month. He wasn't stupid either, he knew what he was transporting on each trip, why it was the best-rewarded job of all the others he had worked as a driver, but for him the risk was worth it (he naively believed it because he had never been imprisoned by the authorities). The letter clearly sensed that his luck would soon reverse.After an hour or so,

Dr. Lamberti was a general surgeon, one of the best in Italy, and he knew little, almost nothing, about pregnancies. However, when Brahim informed him that he would be responsible for caring for Anne's pregnancy, he got to work and educated himself as much as he could on the subject, consulting books, theses and asking the advice of various colleagues specialized in the area. He also had to improvise a consultation room in one of the rooms in his own house.-Everything seems to be in order, sir, the fetus has no abnormalities and neither does the mother. - Lamberti informed, afraid of giving specific details that could reveal her precarious formation. Brahim was comfortably seated in a leather chair placed exclusively for his needs. He stood up and approached the stretcher where Anne lay, centimeters from the ultrasound machine."Can you determine the sex?" he asked inexplicably.-It's still early, sir."It's a boy," Anne said, looking at the blank screen

Although he would have liked to say nothing to James about the letter, Jonas saw no other alternative, so he traveled to the journalist's house and explained the situation SWAT was in, that blind spot from which it was not moving forward, and the solution he had approved as effective.-The private detective you hired would probably have found the house of these two criminals. - Jonas said. - If you give me the information he collected, maybe we can find an address.-That damn detective turned out to be a con man.-That!-As you hear. He was asking for more, much more than what was agreed in exchange for what he had discovered. I lost track of him weeks ago, I haven't heard from him again. - Jonas listened attentively, thoughtfully. It was not an option that was ruled out.-Give me his details and everything you know, or think you know about him, we will find it somehow. -And so James did. Michael was not a hidden or mysterious character, on the con

They left the mansion aboard the already familiar Mustang bound for Florence. The city was invaded by the artificial lights of billboards, street lamps and shops stealing the spotlight from the moon that shone in its maximum splendor. Anne watched her through the window, following her as if she were trying to protect her from the man who was driving beside her. Ciro had not said a single word since they left the mansion. Not even when he saw her back wearing the dress he himself had chosen for her. He had only made sure that she was wearing the wedding ring on the right finger.“Where are we going?” Anne asked, choking on the silence. She was ignored. Ciro ignored her question as if she hadn’t said anything.            The journey had seemed long for Anne, perhaps it was the distance from one point to the other or the silence. But they finally arrived. The restaurant was familiar to Anne, she had