"I still need my cell phone" I spoke in a low tone, feeling tears roll in my eyes. I didn't know if I was crying in pain or fear. "I have to call someone. Someone needs to know about all this that I believe may be happening. I don't have any more time to waste. I did everything I could. I tried in every possible way to protect my friends from this mess. But now I need to face it. I don't have time to go to the hospital. Find my cell phone.”"Look, lady, the world may have gone crazy, but you don't have superpowers," said the firefighter, shaking his head. “You will go to the hospital anyway. It doesn't matter how much you curse us. We have to save as many lives as we can or else our work has never served as crap. The feeling of helplessness and helplessness for last night is enough. I never want to go through this again. So, behave, and stay calm. We are getting you out of this damn car and this hellish night will be over. I can't stand so many problems anymore. To think that I would
For a long time I thought that Jonathan had chosen to raise a new family out of need, but now I saw that it was out of power. And as much as they hit the key that they were a family, they weren't. They were just pawns who liked to be used. Just puppets for a play that Jonathan liked to play. They just didn't understand that they were disposable. That my brother never had the ability to love someone; maybe not even himself. And now these people turned against me, as if I were the cause of their misfortunes. But it was even better for them to hate me than to reach those I loved.Mikaela was just one of the ones I valued the most in that life. There was still my mother, weakened by the idea that my brother had returned and then left again. Suzane, Hunter, your sentimental babies. Colton and his smart way of having me in the palms of his hands. And they all already knew about the existence of the Brotherhood and what they could do against their lives. And they knew they should stay united
"I wanted him to come back," I rejoiced, feeling the tears again burning in my eyes, but I held them tight. "I prayed for so many days and nights that I can't remember, Colton. I asked him to come back and I could find out the truth. I always felt bad for thinking that Suzane would have killed him, and I wanted to know the whole truth, before it eroded me. If I had never asked for his return, if I had never made him feel like I wanted him around, none of this would be happening. My father should have told him that I never let his memory be forgotten. They should comment that my mother and I did not take the idea of Suzane not being move by her death. He must have thought he was still loved and loved. But he wasn't. We didn't know who my brother really was. We didn't want to see, despite the signs. Ah, Colton, I regret it so much.”I couldn't contain those tears anymore, and they ran out salty, heavy and hot. In a second Colton's hand was already caressing my hair, and a kiss was plant
My friend sighed, dropping herself on the chair. She tilted her neck back and softened her arms. It looked like an undead, and that would have made me laugh for hours if it was in one of my normal days, but that was not the case. It was comical, but nothing funny. And Suzane seemed to collapse as if the whole world was falling on her only at that moment. I didn't doubt that was the case. She was holding the whole bar of a company attacked by the Brotherhood, dead employees, missing sister, hospitalized friend, husband being called by the police for clarification, and a country in chaos. And we both felt the same weight of that guilt. She wished for Jonathan's death, but still wondered about the past. Maybe someday I didn't want him to come back too to find out what would actually have happened."I'm exhausted," she said, taking her hands close to her stomach. "I'm with a husband who needs to go to the police on a daily basis, or will be arrested for somehow helping in the Brotherhood'
"Suzy" I spoke softly, blinking frantically at every image that appeared in my head. "What do you think the Brotherhood could be looking for on the side of the city where Dante protects?”“Ahn? I didn't say that, Penny.”"Yes, but if that were the case. What would they look for?”"I don't know. Dante doesn't have much to offer. He and Jonathan hated each other only because Jonathan trafficked in his region and he lost his profits.”"Yes, but what about the names he would like to get rid of the prison? Did you check the list? Is there anyone special?”Suzane looked at me with a semi-close of her eyes."Where do you want to go, Penny?”"I want to get to the part where Dante may have freed someone who is a real problem for the Brotherhood, and that's why they may have decided to take me to Turkey and comply with what Jonathan intended "I told, and Suzane sat totally upright, with her eyes shining for the discovery. "I'm trying to get to the part where some name inside that notebook I rec
I couldn't stand it, I started to hyperventilate and feel that my chest would crack. I couldn't be awake. That had to be a very bad dream. Or a free sample of what I would find in hell. It was not possible that Aslan was still alive to cause so much harm to me and the people I loved. It was not possible for Mikaela to beg with so much energy, almost jumping out of the chair, and no one would do anything. Everyone in my room was silent. Everyone disbelieved that it could be happening. But no one said when I whispered:"I can't.”And no one was able to breathe when Aslan replied:"So I choose for you" and your finger pointed to Mikaela.And when that finger bent down, Mikaela gave me one last look. And that hurt. More than any blow or accident. It hurt like having the meat taken from my body with me still alive. It hurt like hell, because Aslan showed me the rot of the people, when the foreman next to Mikaela unlocked the trigger and fired.Mikaela Johnson's body was found the next day
"And why would the police depend on a fugitive foreigner? "I rinsed it, frowning lightly. Thinking about all that mess that the Brotherhood had become, made my chest less sore. At least I wasn't thinking directly about Mikaela or Colton. "Hunter, we've already had the kind of discussion where you're on one side, blindly relying only on what you see, and I'm on the other, suspicious of everything. And I don't know if I'm going to be rude to you in saying that, but I don't consider working for the police, at this point in the championship, to be a beneficial thing. They lied. They fooled us. They didn't give us any help, especially for you and me. And now they want you to work for them? In the name of what? Of another day of life? Because the Brotherhood will not stop just because they will find out what such a man is important to them. They won't settle down until the whole country is in ruins. So what's the purpose? For months Caleb has been trying to convince me to work for them, and
"She killed my brother almost seventeen years ago" I spoke with another imitation of a smile. I didn't know if I would ever be able to smile happily again. Maybe not. "And now I've killed her sister. Do you realize how cruel this is, but as similar as the past?”Hunter was silent for a moment. I was probably looking for beautiful words and consolation to tell me, but I knew he agreed. I wouldn't doubt anything if someone had said that before. Maybe Suzy's mother. Perhaps the woman who tried so hard to keep me away from her daughter, and who in the end, always knew that I would take her to death. The guilt promised to rock me in a way that nothing else could. And Hunter must have seen that I intended to hide in the pillows and kill myself suffocated at any moment, because he hurried to sit on the edge of the bed, finding a space for his big body and held it in my two arms. He didn't want to convey comfort, just prevent me from committing any thoughtless act."Don't think that way," he