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I woke up very early this morning. Without warning or explanation, I left the building and took a taxi to the address I picked up last night from one of Kaanadan's soldiers.As soon as we arrived at the mirrored building, I just took the solitary elevator and went to the top floor. The twentieth.The clock said half past eight, and supposedly everyone should be awake at that time. That's what I expect when the elevator stops and announces a presence outside the penthouse I came from.The doors open.- Sky?Marga looks at me confused, but with a docile smile on her face as she gives me space to enter. And so I do.— I'm sorry, I came without warning, I really needed to come. — I say as soon as I enter, seeing the elevator doors close and the red-haired woman nods at me in understanding.— Well, at this point I can already imagine what it is. — Tie your hair up on top of your head. — Have you had breakfast yet?Nego and she points her head in one direction. I follow her, seeing
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The smell of smoke fills my nostrils when a strong buzzing sounds in my head, I open my eyes slowly, blinking a few times to actually wake up. I know about the accident, or the purpose, and that's why I observe everything before getting up. The car looks completely damaged, focusing more on the driver's door, where a car hit everything...Ivan...I get up quickly, being hit by a sharp pain in my right shoulder and ribs. I groan, looking at my shoulder and easily noticing the location of the shot; and the bullet. I bring my fingers to touch the wound and it burns, making me flinch immediately. Trying to ignore the pain, I pull myself up onto the back seats. I look back and the cars in the background are on fire. The street isolated from any human air.I turn to the driver's seat.— Ivan. — I call the unconscious man in the front seat. — Ivan!Ivan's forehead is bleeding. Fastened to the belt, his body is firmly on the bench, but very unconscious. I don't want to imagine the worst,
Cruel Heart 64
The sun had barely appeared when we arrived at the airport. The driver opened the car door on the departure runway, where the plane was already waiting for everyone going to Sicily. Including my father. He came out first, adjusting his suit and giving me room to follow him.Soldiers were already scattered across the runway, some preparing secondary planes and others just showing their presence under my father's active gaze over everyone. Accompanying him, I noticed Santiago look at his wristwatch once again — if I'm not mistaken, it's already the fourth time since we got into the car.- Some problem? — I question, seeing my father deny it before turning to look at me.— Head to the plane, we can't waste time.I nod suspiciously.It's not an idle distrust. Since yesterday, when we accepted that nothing was keeping us here anymore, both the movement of soldiers and in the cover itself became shocking. My father was always leaving and returning from the casino, making discreet calls
Cruel Heart 65
Scott's word hissed a thousand times in my head before I actually got up from the hallway floor and walked out of there. I had seen too many things and I didn't want to have to see this happen to me.In the room, I took a deep breath, running my hand through my hair and walking around the room in order to visualize what exactly my father wants to do so that I can bring Kaanadan and Gabriel together in one spot. Every thought makes me anxious, and that's why, when I return to real life, I'm lowered into the vase, releasing only water into it.Shit...I sit down next to the toilet and flush, closing the lid and wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. I feel cold, I'm probably pale. I take a deep breath to calm down, bring back regular breathing and a normal temperature, but everything gets worse when there's a knock on the door.What the hell!— Lady Celeste?I hear footsteps coming in and I huff, rushing to get up. I walk to the sink and run my wet hand over my face, quickly dr
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— It seems he has calmed down.In the middle of lunch that day, Gina commented in my direction, looking at me as she took a forkful of steak parmigiana to her mouth.We were at a large, round table outside the house, where a gray day breeze blew our hair every two minutes. Celina filled one of the two empty chairs, and she stared at me as I nodded and licked my lips to wipe the sauce off the delicious dish.— I think... well, if Dad wanted it that way, I have nothing I can change. — I comment and cut another piece of meat, taking the fork to my mouth.Ginny sighed. — She's nervous, I know. But he knows what he does...— Gina, let's not finish lunch. — Celina intervened, looking at her and she quickly nodded.We returned to a silent lunch.Since Celina sent the message to Dad, nothing but my head has been able to provoke me immensely. I think about how we can find Matteo without revealing that it's us behind it all, or how we're going to get out of here. Worse, he can't enter th
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I was in total despair. Kaanadan alive. An absurd plan. Bombs. War. Gabriel... All of this seems like it's going to drive me crazy.— Celeste! Are you listening to me? — Celina shouts into the communicator, making me come to my senses. — Celeste!- Hey! I am! — I say finally.I look to the side and Matteo is already standing, looking for something around the room. Maybe he already realized that this is an office. Just as you may have noticed that it belongs to my father.— Scott was hit! — Celina says desperately. — I don't know what to do... he... he won't wake up!—Try to get out of there. Try to take him... uh... I'll see what I can do.I take the key out of my inner pocket and walk to the door, unlock it and open it; Matteo immediately appears next to me, throwing me back and closing the door.— Are you crazy? —Screams. — What if there is someone here?I then realize that he still doesn't understand anything I said to Celina. Of course, everything was in Portuguese. Steady
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The realization that I have no other clothes to wear comes right after I get out of the shower. Wrapped in a towel, I scratched my head and stared at the dusty, wet clothes in the corner of the room, denying myself the need to wear them again. Finally, I decide to look for a piece in Kaanadan's wardrobe, I believe there is at least something that fits me.And has.As soon as I get dressed in a white cotton blouse - which reaches my knees - and underwear that thank God were new and tight, I leave the room in search of some distraction.It's still very strange to believe that Kaanadan is really well and alive, even worse to believe that it was all just a plan and that now I'm trapped in my father's mafia for a reason in vain. I don't deny that it irritates me, but at the same time I'm relieved that I won't have to go through the worst alarming things in the life of a mobster... or at least not to bring the Death Knight back.And speaking of the same, I finally notice that I haven't
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The sun enters the room like an insistent alarm clock waking me up. I move on the bed and when I notice it is empty, I sit down, scratching my completely messy hair. I have no idea what time it is, so I look for a clock on the tables in the room, noticing one in particular above the door.8:20 am.I wrap myself in the beige brown sheet, covering my completely naked body, I drag myself to the end of the bed and get up, heading towards the bathroom and noticing there, Kaanadan in front of the mirror, cutting his hair at the height normally known to me, with a pocket knife.I lean against the doorframe and look at him. Kaanadan is just wrapped from the hips down with a gray towel, his dry body announcing that he hasn't yet entered the bath, and as soon as he cuts the front part of his caramelized hair, he throws it back, falling in choppy waves. His eyes meet me in the mirror. I smile, approaching you.— Good morning... — I say and he leaves the knife in the sink, closing his arm aro
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