Yo Soy La Vid Verdadera Novels & Stories

“Who is it? “It bothers me that you don't remember me, Venezuelan. But I don't have much time, so I'll save the games for another time. I am Vinci, Vinci Lazzaro.” That's funny! “We thought you were dead and buried in a mass grave in the desert. Now I see we were mistaken. And tell me, why did you call me Vinci? What do you want?”

Valiente's jaw was clenched tightly, eyes so cold I could feel the chill all the way here. Marisela was the first to break the silence. “No importa cuánto intentes evitarlo. No importa cuánto intentes negarlo,” 'No matter how much you try to avoid it. No matter how hard to deny it,' she started, keeping her voice small but firm. “Sigue siendo tu padre.” 'He's still your father.' These were the times I hated myself for not paying attention in Spanish class. The tension in here was deafening.

She sounded all giddy and excited and I waited till I heard Martina say my name and point at me. The girl whirled, eyes cataloging my appearance as if seeing me in a new, important light. Then she broke into a slow warm smile and stuck out her hand. “Mi scusi, perdoni le mie maniere. Non volevo ignorarla. Sono Sofía e sono davvero felice che Alessio abbia finalmente trovato una fidanzata seria.” (Sorry, please excuse my manners. I didn’t mean to ignore you. I’m Sofía and I’m really happy Alessio has finally found a serious girlfriend.)