Hades-Father, understand that I can't come to dinner tonight!-Not a word! -Old man, understand that this is an important shipment! I can't afford to miss it.-Damn it! I don't care anymore, and I don't want to hear anything, he shouted at me, ending the call.And that was my conversation with Dad this morning. He and Uncle James always insisted on having a family dinner at least once a month. James and his wife are part of our family, being very close friends with my parents. I knew I had no choice but to be present at this dinner. Mom isn't allowed to stress because she has heart problems since my grandfather died, and I'm very aware that if I hadn't gone to this dinner, she would have likely stressed out, knowing what I'm involved in. I love my family, but I wanted to handle this shipment myself because it's going to be delivered to my Russian friend, Aleksei. He is the leader of the Russian mafia but also one of the most trustworthy men I know.When I enter the house, I'm g
This is my first day off, and I preferred to spend it in the countryside, far from traffic, pollution, and many other disadvantages of the city of Rome. Working as a secretary is very hard to take a vacation, but it seems that I succeeded. I woke up around 10 o'clock and went downstairs to have breakfast alone because my brother was at work. He was a doctor at the emergency room in a town located 12 km away from the village, and today he was on duty. From the note left by my father on the refrigerator, I understood that he went with my grandmother to visit some relatives, and they would return in the evening. Great! They keep telling me that we should spend time together as a family, and then they disappear from home. Getting bored to death at home, I decided to take a walk. I like to walk when I'm in the countryside; people are very sociable compared to the cold people in the city. Suddenly, it starts to drizzle. How strange. It was so beautiful outside. I was about 15 minute
Towards the end of my "sweet dream," which most likely will be the source through which I will end up in a brothel or even worse, in organ trafficking, I could hear and feel everything, only I couldn't move. I felt as though I had been administered an anesthetic or drugs. I hear the front and rear doors of the car open and close, then the one on my side opens. I feel myself being pulled into someone's arms. I try to open my eyes, which, due to the substances injected into my body, seem like a huge effort, and just before I manage to, I fall asleep again. I grope with my hand the space I am placed on and realize it's a bed. I try to open my eyes again, and this time I succeed, but they feel very dry as if they were filled with sand. I blink a little and notice that my mouth is dry too. I feel as though all my senses are parched.-I think you have a very dry mouth; a glass of water would help you,I startle at the sound of the voice, which, if we were in a different situation, I
I don't know what to believe. I don't know what to do. What if the psychopath in front of me is right and I'm really in danger? Maybe those who are after me have already found my family?-But my family? Will they be in danger?-Are you serious right now? he asks me as if I had asked him "how's the weather outside.-Yes, do you think I'm joking about this?-I don't know, he says, taking his place again in the armchair next to the bed.-Then let me leave. I can't let anything happen to my family because of me.-Sweetheart, stay in bed and don't make me angry more than I already am, he tells me through gritted teeth.-I don't understand why you don't understand me. I want my family to be safe.-If I let you leave, you'll be killed at best. You're the one who doesn't understand me.-I know, but at least that way, those people won't be after my family anymore.-But you'll die or worse.-And why do you care? Just let me go, please, I say with tears in my eyes.-I won't do that, but if i
-So tell me, what scared you so much about me, but I want you to look into my eyes when you say it, he says, lifting my chin.-I know who you are, I say stuttering, unable to find a way out.-Who am I, he asks, managing to press himself against my chest with a single step towards me.-I don't think I need to clarify that for you, I respond, taking a step back. I startle when my back hits the wall.-But I actually do, he says, giving me a look that makes my heart skip a beat. He takes another step, and as he leans his hand against the wall, I realize I've walked into the wolf's trap.-Damon Black, I say with trembling voice. He presses his lips against my earlobe. He doesn't say anything, I just hear his breath that sends shivers down my spine.-What do you want from me, I say pushing him away from me, but I still managed to keep him a few centimeters away.-Hmm, he says seeming to think. Everything, he says grinning like a little child.-What, I ask totally bewildered.-What don't you
-Demon, I'm too exhausted to have this conversation with you, I say, trying to get out of it, but I don't seem to be able to control myself in front of him.-I don't think it's just that, he says, smiling cunningly.-Believe what you want! I push him in such a way as to create a clear path to the bed. I throw myself into the middle of the gigantic bed and bury myself under the blanket.-Move over, he orders, pulling my blanket.-No, no, you're not sleeping in this bed. I'm pretty sure you have plenty of rooms where you can sleep.-This is my room, he says, getting into bed beside me, under the blanket.-Then I'll leave and find another one, I say, trying to get up from bed, but I'm pulled back into his chest.-You're not going anywhere, he says, turning off the lights in the room with a remote control. After the heated discussion with Demon, I couldn't sleep anymore, even though I tried. This guy doesn't inspire any trust in me, but he makes me feel safe. Maybe I'm crazy to say thi
-Damon, I have a problem, I entered without knocking on his office. I examine the room more closely and I see two more men whom I don't know.-I'm sorry, I didn't know...-Let's reschedule the meeting in 20 minutes, Damon informs the other two people.I don't know if I'm crazy or not, but I think I felt my heart pounding in my chest at the thought that he canceled something to talk to me. After Damon puts the phone back on the table, a bodyguard makes his presence in the office.-Taylor, take the guests to the living room and make sure some snacks are prepared for them.After I'm left alone with Damon, he signals me to sit in the chair in front of his desk.-I didn't mean to disturb you, I'm sorry...-You're not bothering me, don't apologize! Tell me what happened," he says, lighting a cigarette.-My father called. He was panicked that I didn't answer him these days and told me to visit him soon. He has something urgent to talk to me about.-Good, talk to him and tell him you'll
I toss and turn, but sleep refuses to take me. Its absence causes this insomnia. In just a few days, I've become dependent on it. I can't have dinner without it, I can't sleep without it. It's quite strange. I don't think I love it, but I've developed a need to see it beside me, to feel its arms around me when I sleep, and even the specific, unorthodox touches it makes at the table. I really don't understand why he spends so much time in that office. Did the meeting last so long that he couldn't even have dinner with me or at least make it to the bedroom by this hour? Wanting to satisfy my curiosity, I go to his office. I knock, but no one answers, so I enter. Fear grips me when I see the floor and walls covered in blood. Has something happened to Damon? Terrified, I leave the office, wanting to find someone from the staff to find out what's happening. I can't find anyone from the staff, but when I try to call Damon, I see a huge door at the end of the hallway that I don't kn