Semua Bab Don Julio: His Wicked Temptation : Bab 81 - Bab 90

SARIAN By the time I arrived at the house that night, the sky had grown dark. Most likely out of guilt or fear , the club manager had told me I could take the night off or maybe due to my near death experience. I didn't argue in any case. I still felt heavy all over and needed room to sleep.I had heard Don Julio asking him softly in Italian what had happened. I knew just a little Italian but I knew Don Julio wasn't soft or anything.The club manager had gone into an office when Matteo had called me from the club where a stripper had tried to give him a lap dance and he came out after some minutes looking like he had almost drowned in a whirlpool. His clothes were neat but his face was off like he had been given a quick makeover.I didn't ask questions and I was glad to be far away from all that, I needed a place that didn't smell of blood, whiskey or cigars. The mansion was as large, too silent and too cold as ever. I went through the side entrance in the hopes of avoiding a coll

SARIAN I didn't know where I stood abd right now, trusting anyone in this mansion was like walking on hot coals, because even if you tried , you would still burn your feet. Abd sadmy, I think I won't trust Greta too. Who knows if she's part of them.Thinking that Greta might be part of everything made me feel so guilty, the old lady was just doing her job here and she might be in danger too.I felt as if I understood everything but somehow I was still standing in the center of it all. Far away from the club, away from the guards and away from the eyes that were always on me, I sat by myself in the garden. The wind smelled like rain and the sky was gray. As if to calm the storm inside my chest, the nearby fountain bubbled softly. I hadn't heard from Don Julio since he showed me the picture. And I didn't know where he was.He said that Hugo was coming and he said I was important. He refused to explain why though.It was so quiet now and no gunshot could have sounded as loud as that s

Sarian. The following morning began peacefully. Rosa smiled as she brought me breakfast in bed as if we were not in the midst of a conflict and everything was fine. Don Julio had promised to return before sunset but he had left early for a council meeting. Again.I prayed silently that there shouldn't be any more blood and bodies and the more I thought about it, the more the food in my mouth tasted like acid. Tucked away between shelves of books I couldn't concentrate on, I spent the day at the library. I read the same page again and again. My mind was constantly racing. Something I couldn't place made my chest feel tight and there was a lingering headache somewhere in my head that I wanted to go away. I didn't know why I was paranoid, maybe it was fear, maybe it was peace feigning tranquility before catastrophe.I didn't think about it much until I heard it first. A shout. A crash. Another scream. From a woman, from down below. I ran after dropping the book. Panic and footsteps

SARIAN. I tried to keep up with everything rushing fast, I tried to tell myself that I was fine but it seemed like I was lying and a part of me knew that things might never get better again. My chest, my trust and my thoughts were all on fire. That morning I sat by the window with a cozy blanket Greta had left me knees drawn to my chest. My thoughts were gray just like the sky. I was unable to hear anything as Don Julio tried to talk to me. His words were like distant echoes. And all I could do was just nod my head. A smile came to my lips as I remembered something or someone.Even though I was burning inside I knew I had to go, I wanted to feel that peace, I wanted to breathe. So I slipped out. I left no message. I simply kept walking—quickly—until the gates were out of sight and the streets began to seem strange. I didn't even bring a coat. It didn't matter to me. I wanted to experience the wind. I wanted to be startled awake by something. I wanted to laugh and feel safe for

SIMEON I didn't get any sleep that evening and It kept raining. The sky itself seemed to sense that something sinister and merciless was about to happen, something I couldn't stop, something I couldn't run away from, something that made me so angry. The only sound in the space was the constant thump of water against the window, a cold symphony of caution and hopelessness. I sat on the rickety wooden chair by the window, my shirt on the bed, a battered notebook on my lap and a pen clenched between my fingers. Every page now had scribbles that were hardly visible in the lamp’s dim light but I knew what I had written . I lit a cigarette and dragged on it so hard and deep and released it slowly and it left something small and relaxing in its wake. I needed a strategy. It’s the plan, not just it. The one that might at last save Eve from this never-ending conflict, protect her from my father’s shadow and perhaps just possibly grant me the opportunity to be free as well. And who kn