Waking up in my father's family house after what was supposed to be a presentation dinner but turned into an engagement dinner was not how I would have ever wanted to spend a Saturday morning. It took me a while to fall asleep, perhaps too long, due to all the information bombarding my brain, but I became aware that nothing I did would change the course of my life; I had nothing left to do but cry. I needed to vent, but it wasn't the best moment, let alone the best place. My sisters made it clear to me when I arrived at the family breakfast, a breakfast where Hiro was the only one who smiled at me and gestured for me to sit beside him, while my father had not yet returned from whatever he was doing. "Crying causes dark circles, wrinkles your face, and weakens the nervous system, making you look like a child," mentioned my exuberant sister Ima. "But I suppose your education isn't based on the kind of strength required... What a shame." Then all three of them laughed with amusement,
Returning to Berkeley to gather my things, as well as making arrangements to complete my remote study plan, truly killed me. Mostly because of all the freedom, anecdotes, and good moments I had experienced there. Unlike the Yakuza men my father had assigned to watch over me, it was the men from my future husband who handed me tissues when it became impossible to hold back the tears. The first of them was to cancel the housing contract. Saying goodbye to the building was terrible because it had been my home for the past four years. It was where I had started to come out of my shell, to bloom, to feel completely like myself, to grow as a social being. Although I wasn't much of one. "Andrà tutto bene, signorina," Octavio, a man who could be my father, said. "Grazie." After that, I had to go directly to each of my professors. They all lamented my departure, especially Dr. Craston, a handsome man in his forties who was the sensation among my classmates and the best in morphology I knew
They all exchanged glances in response to unspoken questions, and I could only sigh, tired of all the emotional turmoil that came with talking to my mother, maintaining that posture. It wasn't fair, so that's why I looked at one of my father's men and said: "Bring her here, and get some coffee and donuts for all of us, please." He nodded to the other bodyguard while everyone helped me sort, organize, and select the right gifts for the children. They didn't take more than twenty minutes to return, so when my mother entered and saw everything I had in my hands, she couldn't help but smile. "Is this for the library kids?" "Yes, it's for those kids... They need some light, and since they won't have their teacher anymore, I want to say goodbye in a nice way and leave them with tools that will help in their education," I pointed out without looking her in the eyes. "What do you want to talk about?" "Well, I see your father's influence is firmly established, but I would like to speak p
"You would never think of killing that man; you love him with a passion that I will never understand, so your annoyance won't change anything..." "Do you think I would be calm knowing that my only daughter is going to marry a man she doesn't even know?" she asked me in pain. "I'm not telling you to be calm or not, I'm telling you it's a total waste of time because the situation won't change," I retorted. "My father will tell you something that will placate you, and that will be the end of the problem. So, no, all this display of love that I don't need right now is unnecessary." "But, daughter..." "Mother, I won't have a normal life; it's going to change, and I'll have to give up many of my dreams for the protection they seek," I told her. "And I don't blame you, really, I don't, but all these decisions are the result of choices you and my father made. The fact that you accept being with him after so many years, knowing he lied to you and understanding that he's a married man with
"How is it that...?" "Those men have to report to me, especially if it involves your security. You're my fiancée, so you should be more than safe... no one, not even I, no matter how archaic and stringent the traditions may be, has the right to touch you. Never, so don't forget it."That reminder was good for me, more than excellent, because to some extent, it told me I could feel safe with him. But from there to it being a tangible reality, there was a long way to go."Thank you for the clarification," I told him, “But I resolved the situation completely, and by now, the boy should have faced disciplinary measures, problems to deal with.""He probably does...""Well, I...," I didn't even know what to say, honestly. We had no conversational topics, which made me furrow my brow, imagining what our interactions would be like."Rest, Amaya, I'll fall asleep with one of the readings you mentioned," he informed me, and I stopped him, curiosity piqued."You recommended Delta of Venus by Ana
I looked at the pile of machines with a furrowed brow. My mother, out of the blue, had decided to have the Italian bodyguards buy top-of-the-line computers for the children and the library. That was a lot, considering the number of people, so it wasn't a small expense, but the men did it without complaint. "This was too much, Mom..." "It's not, try to be there for the children. Kendra told me she called their counselors and everyone, as well as the representatives, agreed to come... They missed you a lot," she said proudly. It wasn't the first time I had come to the library or gossiped with Kendra; those two could get along well. However, the fact that she was there for me in that tough moment was like a glimpse of how sad everything could turn out to be. "I know..." At the hour, the kids entered and saw everything with amazement, but their happiness increased when they saw me. All five groups ran to hug me without hesitation, delighted to see me. "I missed you too!" I gave the
I had something to do in Berkeley. You could say I was there to see my fiancée, but after the unusual phone call we had, I was also there for another good reason: I had to give someone a good thrashing, one that would send a message.I walked calmly to my target's room, knocked, and smiled because there was no one in the hallway, and my men had taken care of the cameras, giving me some time before the head prefect showed up for rounds. When the guy opened the door, he was surprised to see a man with a golden mask and a custom-made suit."I'm sorry, I don't know you. Are you lost?""No, I'm exactly where I should be, ready to break your bones," I replied with a sinister smile.Before he could react, I grabbed him by the neck, pushed him into the room, and took his hand, twisting it with pleasure."This is for touching what you're not allowed to touch," I told him, and then I sent him crashing to the floor with brutal speed. "And this is for messing with my fiancée, harassing her, and d
That's why I didn't dwell on it. "Facciamolo, il tavolo è isolato e a nessuno interessa quello che facciamo o non facciamo.... Avete il coraggio di farlo o, no?” She looked at me as if she couldn't understand. “Potrei prenderti a calci in culo, ma non mi piace attirare l'attenzione su di me in pubblico." "Why not? It's a lot of fun." She looked at me angrily, and when the first batch of wings arrived, she ordered more, enough for the waitress to see us having fun, and she demanded extra spicy ones. "So, Alessio, tell me about yourself, tell me how you use that flashy mask," Pamela brought up, and Kendra choked in the process. "Mom... Please." "What did I say, question, or ask? I want to understand why you're so eccentric as to wear that on your face," she said casually. And I smiled. "I saved my sister from the fire; this mask is just a way to make myself more interesting, that's all," I downplayed everything. "She chose it, by the way, because she wanted to use a Batman one