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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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"You know that this thing may end up activating the fire alarm, don't you know, Hunt? "I ask, watching him bend over to the heated oven.Hunter throws me a warning look through the dense smoke that comes out of the oven by the puff, and I shut up. A second later, I observe what your gloved hands hold inside a round shape "in there is a black and stewed dough, in which even for me it is clearly possible to see the traces of raw flour. He releases the disastrous cake on top of the kitchen countertop, where I'm sitting, and pulls both gloves out grumbling a Turkish swear word."It's not a thing, it's a cake.”"A cake that was stepped on by someone very angry, and toasted with a torch "zombo. He closes his face and I ignore it. "I warned you that we could buy one.”Hunter frowns at the bottle of whiskey in my hands and calmly takes it out of my domain. He ignores when I snap my tongue, dissatisfied, and puts a glass of warm milk between my fingers. I drink a sip, I make a face, but I deci
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"Do you know what was the gift Penelope gave me besides the cake? "I ask, drawing your attention to my face. "She spent the day with me, talking about stupid things, watching even more stupid things, or reading a Romance of those impossible to happen in real life. Her gift was to be with me, and listen to me lament a whole year of work, or get drunk with a liquor and make me laugh at any stupid joke she told. Did you do one of these things today, Hunt?”He takes a look at the bowl in his hands, wrinkling his forehead to the cake dough over the ice cream."I wish I could do more than stay hidden. It seems that I can only hurt myself and wait for you to take care of me. I'm not like that, girl. Being here, alone, has made me regret all the things I thought I was doing the right way. And having too much time to think has made me crazy. "Your fingers walk a blind path through your hair, touching a point above the back of your neck, where there is another new scar on your body. "I'm not us
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I am already on the threshold that separates the living room and the beginning of the corridor that leads to the rooms when I giggle in response."Every man's dream" sigh. "But I confess that this is a gift that only you can give me, Hunt.”He takes his time to get to me, striving to walk without tripping. Hunter never liked to use his cane, and now I understand why. It must be the impression of not being strong enough for yourself. I don't know if it's something born in his personality, or if he learned to endure pain and difficulties while trying to survive. Maybe he has never been in his full strength, in fact."Today is April twenty-six, and we have completed two months of marriage," he announces when he stops next to the couch, facing me. "That's why I wanted something better than sending someone to make a cake. There are too many people knowing about our lives.”"Taking advantage of the subject you insist on saying "I hold you by the arms and make you sit down. Hunter sinks into
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