I am not good at handling pressure, in fact, I have never functioned under pressure, I explode and freeze. Just like right now. I swallowed hard, trying to calm my own spasms. He was already reaching the limit of the things he could control. I was getting out of control."I... I..." I stammer in the middle of crying, I can't utter a word without sobbing.I cannot speak, it is impossible for two reasons; One: I was too upset to talk and he was too angry to listen to me. And Two: he preferred another language, one in which he is an expert. The language of stolen kisses.He was angry with me, that was evident in the lack of abruptness of the kiss, but that later melted into security and protection. His lips transmitted peace to me in his slow and peaceful movements. He was rough at first, tenderness came later. The kiss ended and the most adorable side of him emerged in a chaste kiss.He stays close, too close.“I know you're afraid,” he assumes whisperingly, he wipes away my tears and c

“Priscilla?” I repeat confused.Better let's apply the old reliable: act crazy.I remember putting on makeup that night, I even combed my hair differently, now I didn't have a drop of cosmetics on my complexion and my tangled hair would work in my favor.Come on, Rose, show the protagonists of the soap operas you've seen what you've learned, bring out your best performance.He's going to say something, I won't let him.“Sorry, but I don't know you, I'm sure you got the wrong house. And no Priscila lives around here, have a good afternoon.” I want to close the door in her face, she objects by putting her hand out.“Excuse me, I'm Kevin Lowell” he holds out his hand to me, I look at him suspiciously however I accept it, “I probably confused you, I'm looking for Roselin. You are…?"“Her daughter,” I confess and her hand loosens its grip, her face is another problem, I let go of her hand and scratch my uncomfortable neck, “she's not here, but if she wants, leave her the message.”"His dau

"I want to see them."How demanding Grean was as a deputy boss.I'm looking for the video that Abby recorded where The Zanni confess the truth.“Here it is, it's a video, it was when we infiltrated the vaults.” I hand him my phone and the video starts playing.We were silent, we all heard even Abby and I's mini-conversations. Right at the exact point of the confession, Brighella is clearly heard saying, “Besides, you servants know what we are capable of, or I remind you Aly that she ended up underground as a traitor.”Everyone is shocked. Grean gives me my cell phone back.“And we are studying the cases of Aly and Zach separately.” I muttered indignantly.“At first Aly was not linked to them, now… She is a girl who murders her.”"How do you know?"“Security cameras at The Moon that he can and have checked. I have the copy here” I raise my cell phone, “The quality of the video is crap and you can't see much, but Gus saw it before passing out drunk. The police processed him as a visual

“Monica?” I exclaimed open-mouthed.It just can't be. It is absurd, impossible and unusual. How could it be her? If she also looks for the culprit.Eliécer has to be telling another of his lies.“No, that can't be it, she…” Freck gasps, stunned, just like everyone else.I cover my mouth with my hand, I can't believe it.Eliécer reiterates it.“Monica killed Aly, and that role of a friend devastated by the death of her best friend is pure theater.”Freck gasps in confusion, looks at him again, perplexed, mutters incoherently, rubbing his face with his palms, he is processing everything. He points to her.“You have proof.”Eliécer smiles at him.“I am the only witness, I saw how everything happened, now prepare to know what exactly happened…” he looks at the interrogator, “Call my brother, I will tell everything.”Edrien points at Grean and orders:“Find Monica and stop her,” he bellows, opening the door, he takes a look at me, “You, don't leave here.”A complaint remains on my tongue,

Edrien is not one of those boys who liked to go around exposing their love to the public eye, not at all, he was affectionate when alone, he never left his role as a 'serious boy with no feelings' for anyone, ever.Until now, I smile into the kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck, bringing him closer, deepening the kiss. I understand why the discomfort, he was doubting whether or not to kiss me in front of everyone.He put aside his reputation for me, to show me that he did care.I focus on his lips and chasing his rhythm, I never managed it, it was very slow but wild, I would go crazy, he descends to my lower lip and bites it without stopping the kiss. That tug steals a weak gasp from me. It was already in his hands, or literally, in his mouth.He, very advantageously, takes advantage of my half-open mouth and enters his wet tongue to explore it, he knows what he's doing, he knows what I want because he brushes his cold piercing along my tongue, I hold my breath and release it in cl