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"I think that if we agree to be honest with each other, we will avoid unnecessary headaches," warns Jonathan, occupying a seat on the sofa that circulates the table of the establishment in which we stop. A restaurant that apparently works for twenty-four hours. Boston is asleep in a sepulchral silence, the kind that happens at the end of the night and until the beginning of dawn, but this is perhaps one of the few places that it is precious for nighttime customers. “Sit yourself.”It's disconcerting to be escorted somewhere by an armed man, but I don't think it's a good idea to dispute about it, so I take a seat in front of the table with a checkered lining and sink into the excessively soft sofa of a worn red leather.Without seeming too excited about the idea, Colton sits next to me a moment later. He presses a napkin on his nose, wiping it from the blood in the best way he can. The good news is that at least the bleeding has ceased."I'm not hungry," he says."That's your problem,
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"You killed a woman in front of me, Jonathan," I act.Without breaking our eye contact, he removes his coat and unbuttons the sleeves of the black dress shirt, revealing the tattoos that I still remember covering his body like a second skin. Your appearance has changed almost nothing."That's not my name, love. I would be very grateful if you could keep the respect. “He says. "I confess that I didn't have a very pleasant past. I've always followed everything my father said should be done, including these little... setbacks. It wasn't my will and I had no choice. My job was to clean the dirt, while those protected from it exported our goods. I'm not proud of that.”"Are you, like, traffickers? “Colton asks.Jonathan takes a deep breath, closing his eyes. He rubs a point above his eyebrow, seeming to want to contain a headache. We're annoying him."I prefer a merchant, actually. My father kept our company as a shield for what he really negotiated on trips abroad. When he went bankrupt,
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This matches Hunter's version. When I asked about his relationship with Jon, he said it was something like a debt... I suppose he intended to bring Jonathan here since the beginning of his escape, but he must have given up halfway, because he considered me his passage back to Turkey as soon as we got married. Taking me with him, maybe he thought Jonathan would give up pouring his anger on him. He just didn't count on the fact that Jonathan never knew what it really meant to care about someone. For him, loving and hating is almost the same thing."Have you never heard of my engagement to Dean Rivers? “I ask."Oh, yes, from this I knew... But I was hoping that this idea of marriage would not last long. My brothers never found a crooked line on that guy's record, but he wasn't the faithful type. I listened to his speech, and as much as my word is not worth more than his, love, he didn't meet others just for you to feel despised. It was a habit. I think you already know that.”I am stunne
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“Hunter! “I call, shaking him.He is lying on the door of my apartment, like an order delivered to the wrong address. Brown hair dirtys my fingers with blood when I try to measure your pulse by the neck. I lower myself a little more and listen to your breathing, it's low and irregular, but at least it means something.Hunter doesn't move even with the bumps I give when I try to wake him up. The face is pale, swollen, lifeless. I call him for the third time, succumbing to despair and giving light pats on his injured face. It's an even more disturbing view than the first time I found him like this, at a subway station. There I didn't know our problems were interconnected."Suzy" he moans, half-awake.With a boost, I lean over and press my lips on yours with a kiss. It's not pleasurable as usual, but it's a gesture of pure despair, relief. It tastes like blood, because the sides of your mouth are hurt. It's cold, because we're both exhausted and in shock. Hunter reciprocates the contact
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When your hair stops dripping orange drops, I get a little closer and check the origin of the bleeding. It's a cut between the hair, and I'm not sure if it was done by a blow, but there is a large elevation below the slit that opened."When did you give up trying to kill me? "I ask in such a casual way that it even seems like I don't care about that at all.In fact, it's still a little indigestible to realize that Dean has been using me in a worse way than I thought, and that Hunter could have been my killer if he were truly mean. It would have been to say the least ironic to die at the hands of the same person who saved my life."Since they told me what I needed to do. "He answers. "I abandoned the contract, but no one charged me for it. I stayed here, hidden on my own, until I fell into a trap. I was grateful for you saving me, Suzy, and I will always be. But even after we had an agreement, you proved to be very hostile. In my head you were always the person Saltuk made believe he c
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The taxi leaves me at the doors of a crowded bar with a pink neon sign on its dark facade. It rained in the last few hours. In fact, rain has been part of everyday life in recent days. The air is still humid and gloomy in this poorly frequented part of the city, the south side, but I don't want to think about giving up. It has to happen tonight.The first step to an alliance is direct contact with those interested. And that's what I'm doing right now. With my intuition waving for me to give up, and with my cell phone ringing silently and incessantly inside the pocket of my jeans, I keep my mind calm to have courage.Walking as naturally as I can, I go through an unkind group of drunk men and one of them stares at me. I immediately reflect that Hunter was right when he told me it was ridiculous and unnecessary to use the disguise I'm wearing tonight. It was enough to have used a taxi to mislead Jonathan's men, a wig, neutral clothes, and a snope posture would not become me less than an
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I can find an empty place in front of the counter and I ask by the name that Hunter told me to be the indication of what I would be looking for anyone who listened to him. If I were lucky, I would be approached by one of the gang members and could deal directly with one of them in order to wait for the conversation to be passed on to a leader. At least, that was Hunter's experience.The attendant nods unwillingly to the back of the hall, where a very embezzled game area seems to have been set up. He doesn't worry about offering me any alert before I follow the indicated direction. Everyone knows very well what it means to be in such a place.“Dante Laurentino? “I ask as I approach.A brown-haired boy turns his head to look at me, has eyes of a whiskey tone, Caucasian skin and features consistent with the beautiful shape of his face. The soft jaw displays a thin, discreet and capricious beard. He is slightly leaning against the pool table, holding a bat in one hand and a large glass of
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"Saltuk thinks he is a God" I make a new attempt, moving away while Dante pretends to choose the ball he intends to fit in. "But he's a Dictator. It's not hurting a Dictator's feelings that you knock him down.”"So how should it be done, ma'am? "He asks, laughing ironically."Taking his resources. Without power, Saltuk is none other than Jonathan Maxwell, someone who died at the hands of a teenager fifteen years ago.”Dante releases a winch with the error in the game and moves away while his opponent takes a position. Even if it doesn't let it show, I know that talking about Dean touched him. He's tense, full of doubts."Let's say he's really in the country, and that he's really with one of my men... Why would his wife be looking for help from the last people in the world who would spare her life?”"Because perhaps your reason for wanting his vulnerability is the same as mine.”He represses a smile, undoing it before his lips stretch completely."I don't think so, bourgeois. You're ce
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