"I didn't think you could forget me so fast," I spoke in a low tone. Colton let out a assobio. I raised my eyes to his. "Don't say I'm paying little attention, Colton. It is clear that you are avoiding being with me. I don't know if it's for fear of being associated with the trafficking committed by the Brotherhood, but I doubt it, because Hunter is the one who was part of everything and I don't know anything. I don't know if it's because they consider me a tedious person, because the accident took away my ability to see the good things in life. I don't know if it's because you just got real and realized that I never had much to offer. I don't know why you're moving away, but you are.”"No, Lope. We're not. Do you know how many times I've called you in the last five days? "He questioned, and I shook my head. "One hundred and twenty-three times, Lope. You're my neighbor. But I had to call one hundred and twenty-three times so that you would refuse a call and I would know you were alive
Colton admired me, so he had fallen in love, and I was increasingly making him doubt if he should continue with that. Not that I had to change my way of acting for him. Man, someone deserves us to change for them. But considering the way he opened up easily to explain the issue to me, I gave him a kind of gratitude. At least he was fulfilling the promise to bring me back one way or another.It was hard to swallow the words they wanted to overflow from my throat. I wanted to confess that he was the only man who made me think better about involvement with women. I wanted to say that I thought he was too beautiful to waste time trying to bring me back to life. I wanted to say that he deserved to be with a woman who could give him a family. Someone less complicated.But I didn't have the courage to say anything. The sincere words got stuck in my throat, and I just acted as I would react at any time I felt cornered. I squeezed my shoulders and raised my chin. It was armor. I couldn't let h
"Because I found it more interesting to get into this "I spoke with a shrug. "It seems a little more receptive.”"Yes, we are, but don't give too much rope to the men here," he warned, approaching the counter. "Simpathy and flirtation are the same for them.”"Noted "I guaranteed with a smile. So I looked at the man's hands. A golden ring shone just below the dim light. "Are you married?”"I am," he said in a simple tone. “Twenty-two years ago today.”"Congratulations," I said, raising my hand to a High Five. Looking at me with suspicion, the man hit my hand. "I'm not married.”"I noticed," he said."I don't think I'll ever be.”"Why?”“People are complicated. There's no way to stand them for so long.”"I'm not going to say it's easy. There are days when you just want the person to disappear from your life. Sometimes my wife threatens to throw me a pot of hot oil," he said, laughing at the inside joke about it. "But when you realize that even when the world ends you will still have tha
"I don't know what's missing in me. If I knew, everything would be infinitely easier "I spoke in a sigh. "But I think I would like a more complicated profession with less contact with people. There was a time when I wanted to be a criminal expert.”“Really? And why didn't you keep persisting in this?”"Because I don't like chemistry, nor engineering, nor medicine, nor biomedicine, "I eminted, receiving one more laugh from the unknown. "I'm terrible at dealing with exact, so I wouldn't do well in this field. I just wanted to be in the middle of the investigations. I wanted to make a difference for people, you know?”"You already do this when working in the sector that recruits employees for a company," he said, showing a knowledge beyond the account about the professions that hardly anyone in that region would be able to afford. "It's a way to help those who need it. Sometimes people don't realize they're making a difference, but they are. You don't have to be a police officer to help
And I knew it should be my cue to leave the place. I knew I could have made up an excuse and disappeared through the front door, just so I wouldn't have to get involved in another game that I wasn't able to play. But the man was still smiling, and for a brief moment, I noticed that he wasn't trying hard to be nice. He really wanted to please me, all that was left was to know why."What's your name? "I asked in a solemn tone, tilting my head slightly. "We talk about personal matters, but I still don't even know who you are.”"I'm Dante Laurentino," he said in a hoarse voice, again taking my hand in greeting. "But you can call me the number one enemy of your damn brother, and the one that the police in general consider to be the second public enemy in the world.”So my record fell.I felt cold, but I tried my best not to show any concerns. It was nothing new that my brother was a hated figure. It was nothing new that I myself was increasingly resentful of his return from the dead. He ha
"It's because everyone has this illusion that my brother kept me protected for years," I explained, holding my beer bottle. I needed a cold contact, because my body was warming up for the shame of admitting all that. "He did absolutely nothing to protect me. What he did was put people around me to tell what was happening in my life, and only if something very terrible was happening, he would send others to solve the problem. I've never even seen my brother act as the founder of this Brotherhood. I've never witnessed anything that people report having suffered. What I suffer is something present. It's mine now.”"I must confess that I have already considered killing you," Dante said, looking away to the back of the bar. He observed the fight of two men, and made an expression of anger when he realized that a table had broken when one of the strongmen fell on the spot. Of course, he was identified their faces to collect the damage later. So he watched me again. "Not today. I knew who yo
"Not always," said Dante, drinking another sip of beer. "It is very easy to persuade the police to ignore certain visits. You can check it out my own bar. I shouldn't even be with him in operation, if there was any inspection in this place.”"Even so, nothing has happened since then "I spoke in a firm tone.Dante watched me for another moment, just for the time it would take to finish his beer. I believed that he was trying to find flaws in my gestures, to find something that would make him realize my lie. If he noticed, I'd be in bad shape. But the conversation with him clarified a point for me. If that gift had been left at my house, the police knew who had taken it. And the conversation with Caleb Johnson made even more sense, because the police would be corrupted, and perhaps the members of the Brotherhood were part of a much larger slice of the cake of investigations."At some point they can do," said Dante in a contemplative tone. "It's good that you get ready. The Brotherhood d
"I thank you for being such a good psychologist, Dante. You should be the profession "I spoke in a cordial tone. Dante cursed a bad word and laughed. "I'm serious... People are losing patience to talk to me and you acted so naturally that it seems like you were paid to do this.”"And I'm going to be," he said firmly. “Please pay ten percent more of your bill for the damage your grumblings have caused to my ears, please.”"Oh, spare me," I said, laughing. “But, really, thank you. You saved me from a chaotic night when I would either stop at the bed of one of these smelly and rude customers, or I would cry until dawn. And neither of the two things would leave me in a good mood to deal with real life. Thank you, Dante.”"Don't thank, bourgeois," he said, but stretched out his arm to rest his calloused hand on top of mine. It was not a sensual touch, although I must admit that with so much drink in my head and after venting about all my worst sentimental issues, I would have very well sat