*Alina*   It's 10 o'clock at night when a knock on the door opens at the back of the bar. The car engine shuts off and the slamming of the door follows. You hear the distinct voices of men walking, you see figures with bulging bodies still telling stories about their great virility. Alina's curiosity, reaches its peak as she hears the striking cries of young girls and the constant screams of women who are probably in their early twenties. So her only way to see is through the window. He grabs onto the wooden chair and uses it as a foothold. She tries to keep her balance and tries to find the right angle to see clearly what is going on outside. He starts to blink and walks over to the window and this is what he sees, both hands and feet are tied together with rope. The young men were carried like pigs on the shoulders of the two men of a Don, but who is the , I don't remember anything, not even what I'm doing here.

*Alina*I go to Loreta at 107, and I catch them doing their thing intimately,"Hello Loreta, I’m going, come here a second"."Oh... just for... ah... ah... a moment... uhhh... alina..." I wear a smile on my lips, hearing this recharges me.I close the door and wait outside. A few minutes later, Sandy leaves the room, "God Alina, don’t you know how to knock?" I laugh at her and mock her,"Woah... who did this Loreta? Ahh... ah... uh..." with matching recreation, her face turns red. "It’s not funny Alina." smiles at me."Relax, okay? The old man asked me to do some things. Call me if there’s anything new, okay?" I kiss her

*Alina*Early in the morning, my phone rings, I hate morning calls, but I bet it’s important. So I looked through my phone and found it on my nightstand,"Hello," I reply in a heartbreaking voice."Ms. Alina, it’s me"."Who’s who?" I frown."From Mr. Rocci’s house," he whispers."Yes, Mr. But what is it?" I sit and continue to listen to your report.I heard that the family besides Rocci’s unit doesn’t want to move because of the money and his job.So I came up with a plan and I let Mr. But handle it,

*Fiorella*He pushed me to bed and stood over me. I pushed him away from me, but I can’t handle his strength. He kissed my lips. It was a tough kiss that I thought my lips would break to pieces.His lips went down to my neck. I can’t do anything but cry, he didn’t explain this semblance to me."You are mine, Fiorella, only mine." I said and tore his shirt. I saw in his eyes the wonder. I covered my body with the blanket because my top clothes are the only thing left on my upper body.　　But he grabbed the blanket I tried to cover in my body. "Don’t hide that, love. That’s mine." He said and removed the last thing, my garment on the top of my body. He attacked my lef

After leaving Lorenzo and divorcing him, I am living my pregnancy in London, surrounded by people who helped me, when she was born was the happiest day of my life, I never told Lorenzo that I was expecting a little girl, I wanted to keep that to myself. I know he's been looking for us and although I haven't seen him, he has been keeping an eye on us , but I can’t accept it not yet. Maybe I’m a fool and I should let him know her, but my little one has a normal life and will continue as long as I live. I know it’s been years now but I deserve more my daugther deserve more, I don't know if I will ever forgive him, but only destiny can know that. My little Leonella is already five years old and I think it is now time for her to get to know Italy, I used my mother's money and invested it in shares and that has multiplied, giving me the life of luxury that my daughter and I deserve. I have told her about Italy and how beautiful it is, the cities and the culture, although we have lived i