CHAPTER THIRTY ONE

A DIFFERENT WOMAN

Tulio and Cloe tried not to distance themselves, each of them now had their own business, the mafia was not for those who wanted to have a quiet life. Leading so many people, taking care of so many others, obviously took its toll on their relationship. The love was the same and even seemed to increase more and more, but as he himself had once said, love alone was not enough, and it was true.

She saw him looking at her when she thought she didn't notice, and the same was true for her. She liked to watch him sleep, during insomnia, her most cruel friend since Ruben's attack; sometimes she didn't even try to sleep, for fear of the nightmares that haunted her in the dream world.

“ Who is Calo?” One night when she tried to sleep, she woke up with Tulio looking into her eyes very closely. She had shouted the name of the scoundrel who had raped her, and in the nightmare she called him by the name he had introduced himself to her. The nightmares were almost always the same.