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I would take everything from this dick, you know, as a punishment, for example, not out of greed.

- Go, Olo, refuel now, you know, because you are fucking silly. We can't use cards because

Massimo will track us, or at least find out which way we are going. So there is nothing

to break up shit into atoms, there will be no more money and no more.

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The further road passed quite quickly and we were after more than ten hours

at location. Istvá n lived in a wonderful, historic house almost in the center

Budapest, on the west side of the city.

- Olgo, how nice to see you! He called, running down to the car. - How old is Hungary

they didn't see that pretty face.

" Without exaggeration, Istvá n, five years is not so much, " said Olo, smiling, patting

his ass when he clung to her. - All right, that's enough for these tendencies. She pushed him away

slightly. - This is my sister Laura.

He bent and kissed my hand gallantly.

- It is thanks to your troubles that my love came back. Thank you, Laura, and I hope that

everything is sorting out, but not very quickly.

Olga was absolutely right in saying that Istvá n does not look like his age. He was amazing

sensual guy, slightly reminiscent of a Turk crossed with a Russian. In his eyes he had

chill and nonchalance in the interior. It was felt that he was a strong man who loves everything

happens as he wants. He was extremely good at it, but I couldn't do it

explain. He had something that made me trust him from the first second.

" You have a peculiar approach to the situation, but I understand it, " I said with a smile.

The Hungarian once again glanced at Olo and shouted something, and the young man ran down the stairs

beautiful man.

" This is Atilla, my son, " he said. - Ola, do you probably remember him?

We both stood enchanted, looking at the young Hungarian standing in front

us. It was obvious that he liked to exercise; its pouring out from under a small T-shirt

the musculature made it difficult to focus on anything in his presence. It had breakfast

complexion, green eyes and smooth white teeth, and when he smiled, his cheeks were getting cheeks

dimples. He was so sweet and lovely that it was impossible to take his eyes off him.

" Olo, I'm having a heart attack, " I said in Polish with an idiotic smile.

My friend stood as if hypnotized, unable to say a word.

- Hi, I'm Atilla. - He smiled. - I'll take your suitcases because they look like

heavy.

- I wonder if he can take me? Olga burned out when she came to her senses.

In the meantime, the young Hungarian quickly carried huge suitcases and disappeared on the doorstep.

And we stood still drooling at the memory of his muscular body.

" I remind you that you are pregnant and you suffer from betrayal, " Olga said

with a goofy expression.

- And you are apparently madly in love with Domenic? I replied without hesitation. -

Besides, he is probably a lot younger than us.

- Yes, the last time I saw him, he was a child, he was about fifteen

years, which is now around twenty. She nodded quickly, having recalculated quickly. - Already

as a teenager he was nice, but what ran up the stairs is a slight exaggeration. As I have

live with him under one roof... - she moaned.

Istvá n, after taking the last bag, came to us and took the car keys

and led them to a garage hidden under the tenement house. We, however, accompanied by Atilli

we headed to the main entrance.

The house was beautiful. The antique stairs kind of welcome at the entrance, leading to the living room,

which was five degrees higher. The spacious room occupied the entire first

building floor. It was arranged very classically: wooden furniture, wooden floors,

brick fireplace. Everything was decorated in warm, subdued colors, which gave

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impression of a cozy cave. There were a lot of skins in the form of fur rugs everywhere

a lot of male additions and not a single plant. It was obvious that there was no woman's hand in this interior,

and the masters of this house are men.

- It's late, do you want a drink? Atilla asked, opening the carafe and pouring into a glass

a little liquid.

He took a sip, his green eyes fixed on me questioningly. This view is deceptive

it reminded me of the way Massimo drank - the same kind of wild look, way

licking lips.

" I can't, I'm pregnant, " I said knowing that the child would scare him away immediately.

- Great, and what month? - Asked sincerely interested. - I'll order you a tea

and something to eat. What do you fancy? There is a housekeeper at home, his name is Bori, if one of them

phone, you choose zero, connect to it. He cooks great and has been with us for fifteen years, yes

that I know what I'm saying.

I wasn't hungry, just extremely tired. They were very long twenty

four hours.

- I'm sorry, my dear, but I'm falling from my feet and if I can, I would like to lie down.

Atilla put down his glass and took my hand, leading me upstairs. I was a bit

surprised by his directness, but I didn't mind his touch, so especially not

objected. He led me up the stairs to the second floor and opened the door to one of the rooms.

" This will be your bedroom, " he said, turning on the light. - I'll take care of you,

everything's gonna be okay Laura.

When he finished the sentence, he placed a gentle kiss on my cheek and ripping his face away

from mine, he thumbed his cheek. A shiver went through me and I felt uncomfortable

like I was cheating on Black. I stepped away from him, backing toward the room.

" Thank you, good night, " I whispered, closing the door.

The next day I woke up and instinctively reached out with my hand to the other side of the bed.

" Massimo... " I whispered and tears came to my eyes. Mom once told me

that you must not cry during pregnancy, because the child will be tearful, but right now in the ass

I was superstitious. I lay in tears, turning from side to side. I only suffered

when fatigue is over. I was slowly realizing what had happened, and my despair grew

almost tangible shape. My stomach tightened in a knot, and all its contents approached

throat. I didn't want to live, I didn't want to live without him, not see him, feel no touch or smell

his skin. I loved him so much that this love hurt me. I covered my head with a duvet and howled

like a wild wounded animal. I dreamed about disappearing.

" Crying is a good friend, " I heard a voice and felt someone embrace me

in waist. - Olga told me what happened. Remember, sometimes it's easier to puke on a stranger

a man than a friend.

I pulled the quilt away and looked at Atlilla, who was sitting in the pants from the tracksuit,

holding a cup with tea. He was charming, concerned and honestly concerned about the whole situation.

- I heard a strange sound as I walked to myself, so I came by. If you want, I'll leave.

But if you prefer me to stay, I'll just sit with you.

I looked at him thoughtfully and he was smiling at me, taking a sip every now and then

from the cup.

- Laura, my mother always told me: " This is not the next one. " Well, you are

pregnant, which complicates things a little, but remember that everything in life happens for something.

And however cruel it may seem to you, I think deep down you know

I'm right

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I wiped my eyes and nose, then leaned against the headboard of the bed next to him, pulled it out

hand and grabbed the cup from which he drank.

- You know you like exactly the same tea with milk as I do? - I said,

tasting liquid.

- Absolutely, I just drank what Ola prepared for you. It's almost there

fourteen, you slept for over twelve hours, your father was worried and he arranged to visit you

colleague. He's a gynecologist, I'll take you when you get over it.

- Thank you, Atilla, one day a woman will be very happy with you.

The young Hungarian turned and leaned on his elbow, staring at me.

" Oh, I really doubt it, " he said, amused. - I am 100% declared

gay.

I stared and probably made the stupidest face in the world, because Atilla

he burst into uncontrollable laughter.

- God, what a waste! I moaned, putting my mouth together in a horseshoe.

- Truth? He smiled defiantly. - Even once I tried to be bi, but it's not for

me, vaginas don't interest me at all. Of course you are beautiful and you wear nicer shoes,

but I prefer men. Big, muscular...

" Okay, I understand, that's enough, " I cut off.

Atilla got up and swung his hips next to my face.

- But you can look. Here you are. And he added: " Get ready, Laura, for one and a half. "

we leave hours.

I washed, dressed and went downstairs. Olga was surrounded by the kitchen counter

Istvá n's arms. They didn't even notice when I entered. She coquettishly looked at him

in the eyes, turning his head from one side to the other, and he bit his lips and remained silent.

" Good morning, " I said, putting the empty mug in the sink.

My presence did not shock them at all. They greeted politely, without taking their break from

yourself sight.

- Olo, what are you doing? I asked in Polish, picking up a sweet croissant.

At the sound of our native language, Istvá n smiled and went towards the living room.

- Like what? I'm talking.

- Telepathically? Without words?

- Lari, what the fuck do you mean? She was annoyed, sitting down on the counter.

- You have recently been in love and what have you overcome?

- Recently, our lives looked completely different. I have no chance

be with Domenik when you're not with Massim. That's what, I have to cry for the rest of my life

guy and live in celibacy, feeding on memories?

I hung my head and took a deep breath.

" I'm sorry, " I whispered, again not controlling my tears.

" You're welcome, honey, " she said, hugging me. - It's not your fault

this mafiosa. He fucked up all of us. Only you can see - she continued, wiping me

tears - I'm not going to suffer like the rest of the world like you. On the contrary, I plan as soon as possible

forget and advise you the same.

At that moment Atilla came into the room and we were both speechless.

He was dressed in sweatshirt boyfriends in gray melange and a beige T-shirt

with a huge neckline. He had black air maxes on his legs and he held in his hand

shoe-colored leather jacket.

He put on his glasses and smiled brightly at the row of white teeth.

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- Ready?

" I guess you're kidding me, I'll come out like that, " Olo shouted, running upstairs. - Give me

five minutes.

However, I wasn't going to change, I felt good in tall bright emus,

narrow jeans and a loose, coarsely woven sweater. I put a smoky sweetheart on my nose

aviators and I looked at my watch.

Suddenly I felt a prick in my stomach. I put my arm around him, my other hand leaning against the counter.

- What's going on, Laura? Atilla worried, grabbing my elbow.

" Nothing, I think... " I mumbled. - Every time I think about Massim, I feel this one

stupid pain, as if a child missed him. I looked up at him. - That's ridiculous, I know.

- Do I know... You know, I pulled out a wisdom tooth some time ago and even though it hurts

healed quickly, a few months later I felt pain in this place, although the tooth was gone

It was. The dentist said it was a ghost pain. So you know everything is possible.

I crouched near the kitchen island and laughed.

- Well, it's the same situation.

- I am! Olga called, running up the stairs.

Autumn in Hungary was definitely more beautiful and warmer than in Poland. Although

November was approaching, it was almost twenty degrees outside. We traveled the picturesque

streets of Budapest, enjoying the richness of architecture that surrounds us. Atilla was driving

carefully but surely; his blue Audi A5 glided gracefully across the crowded streets of the capital.

After thirty minutes we were there. The young Hungarian got out and led us to

private office of his father's friend. When we got inside, the receptionist thankful

, listened to Atilla's request, answered in Hungarian and after a while I entered the office

my new gynecologist.

- And how is everything okay? Olga asked, leaping from her chair when I left

doctor.

- Not really. They did my research, the results will be tomorrow. I have to lie down, don't overwork, no

irritate. Fuck, I'm going crazy, still lying down.

- Come, beautiful, I will buy you a langosza, a specialty of Hungarian cuisine, and take me home.

We will all lie down, it will be fun, ”said the young man, putting his arm around me.

Olo grabbed my hand.

- It's difficult, we'll lie down, we're pregnant in the end. - She laughed and kissed

me on the forehead and we went to the car.

After eating a horribly greasy but delicious pie with cheese and garlic

we returned to the house, where I obediently changed my tracksuit and jumped into bed. After a short one

Istvá n came into my room, closing the door behind him.

" I spoke to my friend, " he began, sitting in the armchair by the bed. - I have

hope you don't mind me that I'm interested in your health. I know that pregnancy is at risk,

that's why I will try to make you feel as comfortable as possible here. Don't worry about anything, yet

today they will install Polish television, you have a computer with internet access on the table near the bed. If

you need something else: books, newspapers, say everything will be delivered to you.

I looked at him gratefully.

- Why are you doing all this, Istvá n? You don't know me at all. Besides, it's without

of sense, I came here escaping from the Sicilian mafia, I'm pregnant and preach only

troubles.

- It's quite simple. I love your friend and she loves you.

He patted my shoulder, then left, passing Olga at the door.

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- Visit! Cried my friend cheerfully, placing a cup next to me

with cocoa. - You didn't tell me what the doctor was saying.

- With joyful news, this child already looks like a child and weighs as much as a teaspoon of sugar.

He knows when I'm happy or I'm happy, because apparently he is also happy then

secreted hormones. Unfortunately, the pissed off is the same, so that I should live on

a downy cloud and everything in the ass. What else? He has a head, arms, legs, small

four centimeter man. A doctor will come every day and give me an ultrasound.

I should normally be in the hospital, but because Istvá n is his friend, I don't have to. And exactly

do you know he loves you? He just confessed it to me just like that.

Olo put her head next to my feet and buried her face in her hands.

- Jesus, I know, and what the fuck is Lari? How I love Domenica. Istvá n turns me on

yes, it's wonderful, good, caring, and this cock, you know...? - She turned in dreamy

eyes. - But the chemistry is no longer between us, as it used to be. I remember meeting him. He was

July, I went to Balaton for two weeks. You were with Paweł who he had

a restaurant, and you haven't seen the world outside. So I rented an apartment in Sió fok

and I enjoyed the wonderful Hungarian summer. And one day I decided to go to

disco. I wandered from pub to pub, but I didn't like anything, so I bought a bottle

rose wine, a packet of pipes and fucked like a guardian in Corpus Christi I sat on the sidewalk

and I was staring at people. I probably looked like a prostitute - and that's why he saw me -

or I was just sober and still looked like a million bucks. Either way he passed

with colleagues and turned around and I didn't know why I stared at his eyes. And yes

we stared at each other like morons, and Istvá n almost killed himself for the guy standing in front of him.

I continued to heat the curb when it disappeared into the crowd. After a few minutes he did not grow out of it

ahead of me - at first my eyes appeared good expensive motorcycle boots, then torn

jeans with a big bulge, because you know his dick has to fit somewhere... And later

I saw a muscular body and a deadly stare fixed on me. He took a cigarette out of my mouth

I smoked and sat down next to it, leaning against the wall. He burned it without a word, took a sip of wine, after

what he got up and left. I was flabbergasted. What was that supposed to be? I thought, but I got over it and stuck

without moving. Five minutes later he sat down next to me and bet on

a bottle of wine on the sidewalk, pulled out a penknife, opened it and said, " If you have to remember

Hungary after the taste of wine, then start drinking better, and I will make sure that you not only taste the wine

she could remember. " Well, I was captivated by his beast. We talked that night until dawn, all the time

sitting on the sidewalk, we ate breakfast in the morning and then went to the beach and believe it or not,

there was still nothing between us. The next day we met at a dinner in the pub

he chose, and again we talked like a huff, finally I said goodbye and left. I thanked him for

wonderful two evenings and I ran away.

- What? I asked, amazed at the story. - I don't understand why you ran away?

" He was perfect, perfect, and I was young, " said Olo sadly. - I didn't trust you

myself, I couldn't control my feelings and I was afraid I would fall in love with him. But take it easy, Lari,

Istvá n did not give up. She raised her hand as if anticipating accidents. - I left the pub

and I walked along the crowded pavement towards the apartment. I had about ten minutes from there

on foot and when I was almost at the door I felt someone vigorously turning me around,

leans against the neighboring gate and kisses wonderfully. When he finished, he said: " You forgot yourself

bid farewell". After which he turned and wanted to leave, so what was I supposed to do...? I ran after

him, I fell into his arms and we spent the next week and a half. And later

we came to him to Budapest and it turned out that he was quite a wealthy guest, for that

divorced, and has a son. It overwhelmed me so that I escaped shortly after arrival.

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He said he understood but could not forget or accept it. So he called

I have visited Warsaw several times...

I stared at her, captivated by her tenderness, especially passion

story.

- Why didn't you ever tell me about it, Olo? That's so sweet. - I sent her ironic

smile, and she returned the blow with a pillow to my face.

- That's why, bitch. Because you are laughing at me. Such fuck about feelings is not

in my style, I can show you in detail a week and a half with his dick in his mouth.

You will be excited, I guarantee.

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CHAPTER 6

I was in bed, hours, days and weeks passed. Olga and Atilla lay with me,

sometimes Istvá n joined. We played games, read books, watched TV, bored

in general and we got used to each other. We were a bit like siblings. My results

my research got better every day, I was calm. I can't say happy because

there was no day for me not to think about Massim, but I could live. I also called my mother, too

each time with a different card. Thank god my phone had the ability to lock the display,

so mom thought the number was always the same And that she wasn't in the habit of calling herself,

she was just waiting for the call, even when she dialed my number, I didn't answer, but called back

after a while.

And so it was autumn in absolute conspiracy. December has come. It wasn't so fun

because I stopped fitting in my clothes; I had a tiny tummy, but a lot

more visible than just a few weeks ago. Olga fought with herself, and Istvá n fought with her

with reluctance, until one day there was a conversation that I had been expecting for many days.

" Lari, it's time to go back to Poland or move out, " Olo said, sitting down next to her

at the kitchen counter when I was having breakfast. - It's all right with the baby, you

you feel great, no one is chasing us, nobody is looking for us, and it's been over a month and a half. Let's go back.

I was glad he said that. We both missed the country, I missed my parents and friends,

Ola the same. It was wonderful in Hungary, but I felt like a guest here and I couldn't imagine

stay forever.

" Are you right, Olo, have you already told Istvá n? "

- Yes, we talked all night, understand the decision. And probably thanks to these few weeks he reconciled

that there is no future ahead of us.

Atilla went down to the kitchen and, as always, hugged me tightly, kissing my head.

- How is my favorite mummy? He asked.

The fact that he was gay helped me a lot closer to him. Although he was one

of the most beautiful guys I've ever seen in my life, I treated him like a brother.

" I feel good enough to be leaving soon, " I said, cuddling up to him

shoulder.

He jumped away as he was sunburned, went around the island from the other side and leaned on with both hands

on the counter, he shouted:

" You can't just leave and leave me alone here! " Laura, too

she should not change doctor again. And if in Poland it gets worse, who will take care of her? No

I agree, you're not going anywhere.

When he finished tearing, he banged his hand on the table and stared at me furiously. I was

surprised by his reaction. Suddenly, from a wonderful boy he turned into a totalitarian male who

I don't want to give back what belongs to him.

- Atilla, don't act like dung! Olo snorted, getting up from her seat. - Don't bother at

us, because it pisses me off when you act like a jerk. We don't leave you, only

we are coming back to the country, do you understand? There are planes and cars, and we don't live in Canada.

You can see us every week if you want, and we have mother in Warsaw

awesome boys.

I stood up and walked over to him, cradling my head against his muscular body.

" Come on, Godzilla, don't be mad, " I said. - Come with us if you want, but us

we have to come back.

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I patted him on the back and went upstairs. As expected, I didn't wait

long, and my foster gay brother rushed after me. He stormed into the room and closed the door.

He came to me, put his hand around my neck and pressed me against the wall. I felt in my stomach

familiar tingling; only Massimo treated me that way. Unexpectedly his language

he brutally broke into my mouth, and my whole body clung to me. I closed my eyes and for a moment

it seemed to me that I went back in time. Our languages danced with each other in perfect lazy

rhythm while huge hands tenderly embraced my face. Soft lips enveloped mine

the lips were warm, passionate and wild.

- Atilla, what are you doing? I whispered in a daze, turning my head to the side. -

You said...

- Did you really believe I was gay? He asked, running his tongue over my neck.

- Laura, I am 100% heretic. I've been wanting you almost since you got into it

at home, I love how you smell and look when you wake up. I love how you lift it

one leg and leaning it against the other when you brush your teeth, when you read a book and you bite your lips when

you are thinking of something - he sighed. - God, how many times I wanted to have you then.

I was so shocked that at first I did not understand what he was saying to me.

And the matter was not made easy by his licking tongue.

" But I'm pregnant and I'm the wife of a 100% mafioso. " Is this getting to you?

- I pushed him away. - Young, I treat you like a brother, and you put away all this crib that you are like

aunt to fuck me? Jesus, that's gross. I opened the door furiously. - Get the fuck out! -

When he didn't respond, I screamed, " Get the fuck out, Atilla! "

Olga, as befits a pitbula, appeared after a few seconds and stood on the threshold.

- What's happening? Why are you teasing you

- I'm screaming. Pack up, we're leaving.

Olo looked at both of us with undisguised anxiety, not getting an answer,

she turned and went to her room.

After two hours we were ready to go. Olga said goodbye most of the time

with Istvá n, who was obviously uncomfortable with our trip. I have no idea how to him

thanked for this stay of several weeks, but his face was quite satisfied when

they left his bedroom.

I kissed him and he hugged me like a father and he didn't let me out of his arms for a long time. I liked

him, I felt calm with him and I knew that unlike his son, there are no bad ones

intentions.

" Thank you, " I said, breaking away from him.

- Call me when you get there.

After our quarrel, Atilla left the house and did not return until he left. I was sorry but

on the other hand, I was pissed off at him, so the balance of feelings evened out so that the end

In the end his absence did not concern me much.

The road to Poland turned out to be long, far too long, and because of our trip

was quite sudden, we didn't know where to go. It dawned on us only halfway.

- Lari, do you know what I came up with? Olo asked.

- I think it's the same as me. That we can't go back to your apartment?

- Eee there, I came across it a few days ago, I'm not talking about it.

I looked at her questioningly.

- You see, I thought about it for some time and our escape makes absolutely no sense, he

he'll find you anyway, whether you like it or not. Besides, honey, there are legal ways to

settling your affairs, and screwing up your life just because Massimo is

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motherfucker, there's no point. You took a breath, revived, calmed down. I'm not saying you to him

she called right away, but let's oil if they find us. We'll be in Poland, not in Sicily, he shit here

maybe he would be just a pimped Italian, not a don who everyone bow down to.

I sat listening intently to every word she said. I was slowly realizing that he had

right, and I acted like a selfish idiot. I ran away and got God into this

guilty Olga, who had had enough of this whole situation.

" You're right, actually, " I admitted. - But I don't want to come back to our apartment.

For now, we will stay in my former hotel in the center and look for something peaceful.

We have money, it will be just a matter of choosing a district. I would like to live the most

in Wilanó w, but not in Miasteczko, only further. There is calm, low-rise buildings, close to

center, clinic next door. Paweł Ome will arrange a doctor for me and make sure that I do not give birth

she died of pain.

- I see you planned everything?

- Absolutely. It occurred to me just now. I shrugged my shoulders.

When we got to Warsaw, it was evening. In the meantime I called to

Natalia, a colleague with whom I worked, and asked her to reserve a room for her

name. I didn't want to run away anymore, but I didn't want to make my husband's case easier,

checking in as a hotel. The closer we got to our destination, the more we were tired and as it was

I was driving from the border, squeezed in gas, wanting to get there as soon as possible.

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