Elena is here, her voice, her sobbing, she is millimeters away from me, she tries to contain herself when she sees her son. She's not crying for me, she's crying for Aleksander. The truth is that those lanterns flooded with tears try to connect with me.Maybe lying wasn't an option for her, she had to do it to survive. She is not a bad person, she always behaved well, she gave me love, she considered me like a daughter. She put aside her pride and ran into her arms.“Mom, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry,” I say, hugging her tightly.I apologize for nothing, I am not to blame for what is happening. But I must pretend to regret running away to be with Aleksander. Everything seems like a labyrinth, I don't know if she is aware that I know that Konstantinov is her son.“Honey, it's okay, sometimes we make bad decisions and we do it out of love, don't apologize for it, Luna. Knowing that you're alive is enough for me,” she whispers, caressing my cheeks.I look into her brown eyes, her black hai

After several weeks of returning to Russia, the coming Spring has arrived, and is already saying goodbye in a flash. I have gone out a couple of times with Aleksander, outside, at the end of April the first leaves of trees, grass and flowers have appeared, the birds singing, a beautiful melody opposite to the noises that I hear every day. Every time I'm in bed, walking from one side to the other in the room, I hear shots, so I wonder: Is there someone else injured, someone dead? Here in Russia I'm still in the room, he only allows me to go out with him on some occasions, even that time he introduced me to another criminal, it was a dinner that took place in a spectral mansion, I was terrified that something would happen out of nowhere. shootout, between so many armed men and two ambitious people playing at making a friendly conversation, anything could happen. In the end we returned home, and I was a hostage again and it breaks my heart.Not being able to see the sun when I want, only

I can't stop turning and turning on the huge bed, the crossing of violent thoughts alarms me, I remain in suspense, petrified and exalted by the bad omen. I feel the space of the bed next to me sinking, someone else whose entrance I did not notice because they handled themselves stealthily, has invaded my side.I squeeze my eyelids tightly, his closeness is deep, if millimeters separate us it is too much, when he wraps his palm around my waist, I react involuntarily. The warm touch of her under my waist awakens an intense tingle.“You're not asleep yet, what keeps you unable to sleep a wink? “The whisper he emits in my ear causes chills throughout my body.His touch goes to my belly, the sensation burns, it is possible that a human being lives inside me. The reason weighs so much, it is the reason for this terrifying insomnia."I was asleep, but you woke me up," I defend myself."Liar, I've been as cautious as a panther, Luna." He pronounces my name in a way that's impossible to decip

Time after...My lips are trembling, my heart is beating in terror, at any moment I am going to lose myself in unconsciousness, fear eats me up inside and that is exactly what brings me down, a suffocating and devastating fear that is squeezing all my senses to the point. to make me succumb and lose this war.I have already been through this, but I don't think I will suffer the same fate, these men hate Konstantinov, and I am the wife and mother of their son. This is serious, I fear I am lost, trapped in the clutches of the Italian mafia.I hope they have mercy on me, I doubt it, Aleksander has taken the life of Elmo Ferreti's daughter, so he is going to avenge her death by applying an eye for an eye.I sob, I have so much to live for, I can't stop thinking about my son. I want to be next to him, the idea of ​​not being able to see him again devours me, away from him I feel incomplete, from both of them, because even though everything that is happening to me is because of Aleksander,

Everything is so different now, that the outcome will also be that way. My heart beats over and over again, beats hard and I feel like it's going to escape my chest.The search leads me to be with him in bitter silence, which is only a moment because of the touching of my memory of memories that pile up and form a tower of pain. Yes, it hurts to think about them that way, as if I were trying to say goodbye to those beautiful moments that we have shared, because even though Alek is a dangerous, hard person and often keeps his feelings to himself, he has shown me that he feels and that may love. He has made known the sweet and loving side of him, I greatly appreciate the effort, what he has given me, such as the wonderful opportunity to become a mother, my son is my greatest gift. I bring to my mind his birth, his first year of age, Matthew is what drives me to fight even in the most horrible moments, like this, the problem is that the terribleness of this and its intensity is overcomin