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them. I suddenly realized that my phone was in my jacket, because, unfortunately, my purse,

which I took was too small.

" I'll be right back, " I growled to the security halfway up and turned back.

One of the men followed me, but I waved him to stay. - I'll be faster alone! -

I screamed.

I entered the room and discovered with concern that our table was empty. I stood for a moment

next to his chair, looking around, until I saw the waiter who served us.

I came over and asked him if he knew which way the men sitting here were still five

minutes ago, and then he showed me the door at the end of the room. I went there and grabbed the door handle.

There was complete darkness behind the wooden gates, and the road was lit only by small ones

lamps hung on the walls. I was walking, leaning against the wall, until I felt another door.

I heard voices, so I pressed the door handle and went inside. At a small table

several men sat in the room, among them those I was looking for.

- Fuck mother - I growled, seeing Massimo leaning over the table and drawing a line

white powder. He finished, put down the rolled banknote and looked at me like everyone else

others.

- Are you lost, honey? He drawled through his teeth, and I felt sick.

Surrounded by a wave of laughter, I walked over to him and held out my hand.

- Give me a phone call. - Massimo reached into his pocket and took out his smartphone, then tilting

over the table, he handed it to me. - And fuck you..., please!

There was a grave silence in the room, and the men next to him looked at him

expectantly.

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" Come out, " he growled, gesturing, and one of the sad men opened it for me

door.

I gave him a hateful look and clenched my jaw so as not to burst into tears.

I turned on my heel and raised my head high to leave the room. When I left, Black

he said something in Italian and everyone sitting there laughed again.

I was furious. I knew he had to play hard don with people, but why, on

God, must he do drugs? I ran across the room, still stifling a sob, and headed for where

I left Olo.

Walking through a corridor full of hotel doors, I realized that I was wrong

I sprained.

" Fuck his mother, " I cursed, stomping like a furious little child.

Orientation in the field was never my strong point, but I was angry alone

each other.

I turned to turn around and then I felt a slight sweet taste in my mouth.

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CHAPTER 18

My head hurt, like I had a hangover, but I was pregnant and I haven't had a hangover since

many days. I slowly opened my eyelids. The room was uncomfortably bright,

and light wasn't the best medicine for such a migraine. God, did I lose again

Consciousness? I thought, not remembering the events of last night. I groaned, turning

aside, and I covered my head with a duvet. Trying to wrap myself around her, I ran my hand over my body

and froze. I was wearing cotton boxer shorts, and I didn't even have one pair

cotton underwear. I opened my eyes wider, ignoring my headache. I threw off my coat

and looked panicked down.

- What the fuck is that?! I said.

- I don't know Polish - I heard a man's voice and my heart almost stopped. - But when

you feel bad, you have heart pills by the bed.

I felt my heart rate increase and my breathing increase. I closed my eyelids and took them

deep breath, turning in the direction from which the sound was coming.

" Hi, " Nacho said, smiling brightly. - Just don't shout.

I tried to breathe, but felt my hated condition approaching great

steps. I was breathing in, but the oxygen wouldn't flow to my lungs.

- Laura. The man sat on the bed, grabbing my hand. - I won't hurt you, no

be afraid - He grabbed the medicine vial and took out the tablet. - Open your mouth.

I looked at him in horror, hearing a whistle in my ears, and then he pressed it under my tongue

and began to stroke the head that I took in a second.

" They warned me you would. " - His voice was calm and cheerful.

I closed my eyes, trying to calm down. I don't know if I fell asleep or opened them after

a few seconds, but when I narrowed my eyes again blinded by the light, he was still sitting above

me.

" Nacho, " I whispered, glancing at him. - You will kill me?

- Marcelo, but you can call me Nacho. I think you're stupid if you think that's it

I will. His hand grabbed my wrist, examining my pulse. - Why would I save you if I did

wanted to kill you?

- Where am I?

" In the most beautiful place on earth, " he said without taking his eyes off the watch. -

And you will live. He fixed his eyes on me again. Their cheerfulness did not scare me at all.

- Where is Massimo?

He laughed and gave me water, slightly lifting my head so that I could drink without

failing everything.

" He's probably crazy with rage in Sicily. " He grinned and stretched. - How

well-being?

At least, his question seemed out of place to me. I took the glass from his hands

and pushed me away.

- You're a killer and I'm alive.

- Valuable attention and basically true. He leaned on the mattress, flipping one hand

over me. - And anticipating the rest of the questions so that it would be faster. - His face got more

serious, but the eyes were still laughing. - You've been kidnapped, but it's nothing new to you. -

He threw up his arms. - I'm not going to hurt you, I'm just following instructions. If

everything will go as it should, in a few days you should return to your husband. - He stood up

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out of bed and looked at his watch. - Questions?

I lay there with my mouth open and it seemed to be a joke. Man in white

the T-shirt I was looking at was nothing like the cruel criminal I was talking about

spoke don. He pulled up the slightly falling jeans and smiled at me, putting his feet on

in flip-flops.

- If none, then I go swimming.

- And I? - I set down my glass. - Where exactly am I and how many days do you imprison me? -

I asked, taught by the example of the first abduction.

- Two days ago you disappeared, today is the twenty-seventh of December, and you are on the Islands

Canary, exactly in Tenerife. He put on his sunglasses and headed for

door. - I am Marcelo Nacho Matos, son of Fernand Matos, on whose command

I brought you here. - He turned around. - And for clarity, nothing threatens you, nobody will kill you.

We just need to explain something to your husband and you will leave. - He came through the door and when

he was closing them, he suddenly looked inside again. - Oh, and if you ever run away,

remember that you are on an island, quite far from the mainland, and the band you have on your leg is a transmitter. -

I touched my ankle and felt the plastic-rubber rim. - I know where at all times

you are and what you do. He slid off his glasses and looked at me. - And if you try to contact

with loved ones without my permission, I will kill them.

The door closed and he disappeared.

I lay there, not believing what was happening. I thank God that I was married during pregnancy,

because at the thought that this sick situation could repeat itself, it was hugging me in the breastbone.

I stared at the ceiling and digested everything I heard. I was tired, I felt like crying

To make matters worse, just before I disappeared, my husband treated me like trash, huh

in addition, it didn't make me happy. I turned sideways and cuddling my face in a pillow,

I fell asleep.

At night, hunger woke me up. My stomach grumbled and I was awake

I remembered I was pregnant. I got up from the bed and lit a lamp that stood on

bedside table.

The interior was modern, bright and simple. White, wood and canvas dominated

and glass. In search of clothes, I went to the sliding closet and when I moved one

wing, another small room appeared in my eyes: a wardrobe. They were in it

tracksuits, flip-flops, shorts, T-shirts, some underwear and bathing suits. I reached for a long sweatshirt

with a zipper hood and I put little shorts on my ass. Too small, I thought, sucking

their legs.

Warm air came in through the open window and a monotonous noise was heard. I went out

on the balcony and saw the ocean. He was almost black and very calm, I glanced down and down

I discovered with surprise that we are not at home, but in an apartment building. Below me below

there was a small garden with a hot tub and grass around it.

I went to the door, grabbing the door handle. They were open, which I found a nice change after

last time, when I had to wait for Domenico to show up kindly. I went out into the corridor

the chill of the glass floor woke me up even more, and I saw the stairs opposite.

I went downstairs, passing several doors in the hall before the steps, and immediately found myself in the kitchen.

- Fridge! I groaned, opening the double gates to the land of delights.

Inside, I was happy to discover cheese, yogurt, lots of fruit, Spanish meats and drinks.

I laid out everything I wanted, on the counter, and reached for the rolls that stood under the glass

cover.

- If you're hungry, I'll heat your paella. I let out, terrified by the sudden sound

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at the hands of the plate that shattered on the floor. - Do not move.

Nacho knelt down next to him, collecting the leftover glass and throwing it into the bin. When he decided that

there are too many crumbs, he lifted me up and set me a meter away, sweeping the crust himself. I watched

with a little bit of disbelief.

- Listen, I don't understand something. - I folded my arms. - You care about me, you worry

I would say that you care and kidnap?

The man stood up and straightened up, looking into my eyes.

" You're pregnant and your problem is that you got married to a bad guy. " -

He lifted my chin with my thumb when I wasn't looking at him. - You didn't do anything to me, you're not

She is guilty of nothing, and you are a nice chick, so what is not understood here?

He sat on the counter and I realized that he was wearing only boxer shorts.

" Laura, " he continued, " you are a means to an end, we do not mean you. " He sighed and leaned back

with both hands on the countertop, pulling out a bit. " If you were a guy, you'd be sitting in the basement of the villa. "

my old one, chained to a chair, probably naked. He shook his head. - And that you're pregnant

a woman, you are here and I clean the plate after you so that you don't hurt yourself. Besides, you know... -

He bent slightly. " We don't want a war with Torricelli, we just want him to start a dialogue. "

He jumped to the ground, standing next to him.

- What, paella?

" I don't give a fuck how weird it all is... " I mumbled, sitting on a bar stool.

- Don't tell me anything. I'd rather run a surf and kite school instead of shooting

people in the head. He put everything I put on the counter and pulled out a large frying pan. -

Seafood with rice, seasoned with saffron, I made it myself. - He gave me again

a disarming smile.

I looked at him, admiring the colorful drawings on his body. They were everywhere: na

back, chest, hands, probably on the buttocks. Only his legs were spared

by the tattoo artist.

- And what does your woman say? I broke free and I scolded myself for that question.

Nacho put the pot on the gas and set fire to it.

" I don't know, I don't have one, " he replied without looking at me. - You know, I'm tall

expectations of women, intelligent: it should be pretty, smart, athletic, and it is best that they are

she had no idea who my father was and this is a small island. He pulled two plates out of the cabinet. - And on

on the continent they are all like that... - He thought for a moment. - Loca, you know what I mean?

I had no idea but nodded, because he looked so neat, bustling around the kitchen.

I watched him prepare the meal and realized that he wasn't eating it at all

I'm scared. My intellect, however, told me that maybe it was supposed to be like this and it was going to

all his behavior. Let me relax, feel free and then he will attack. Mind through

he gave me different scenarios for a while, until a plate full of wonderful appeared before me

odors.

" Eat, " he said, sitting next to it and grabbing a fork.

It was so delicious that I don't even know when I ate two portions and felt full.

I left the chair, leaving the plate and thanking for feeding, I went upstairs.

- It's 8pm, will you keep sleeping? He asked as I rolled down the stairs.

- Only? I opened my eyes in surprise.

- We can watch movies. He pointed to a white straight corner in the open living room.

I stared at him, unable to comprehend exactly what my position looked like.

- Nacho, you kidnapped me, you threaten my loved ones, and now you think I will be with you

spend friendly evenings? - My tone was a little too aggressive. Without waiting for

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answer, I went up the stairs.

" With the last one who did it, you'll have a child, " he said without looking up

from the plate.

I froze and was about to snap back to the insolent Canarian when

I realized that unfortunately he is right. I bit my tongue and went back to my room.

What a sick action, I thought, turning on the television and burying myself in bedding.

When I opened my eyes it was still dark. Terrified of having slept another one

day, I almost jumped out of bed. I didn't want my child starving another day.

The white TV that hung opposite the bed showed seven-thirty. Even in Poland

at this hour it was not so dark, I thought and squeezed back under the covers,

pleased that it is morning however.

Once again I was awakened by a glow of light entering the room. I stretched myself

and pushed my duvet down the bed with my legs.

- You are not fooling me with this pregnancy? - A man's voice almost gave me a heart attack. - You are

very slim.

I rolled over and looked at Nacha sipping something from his cup, which, just like

previously, he was sitting next to the bed. Is he sleeping in this chair, I thought.

" The second trimester has begun, I'm expecting my son, " I growled, standing up. - Explain me

something. I stood in front of him, his cheeky look resting on my stomach. - What

did you want from me in Messina then? I folded my arms and waited for an answer.

- Same as in Palermo. I wanted to kidnap you. He laughed mockingly. - you morons

which Massimo calls bodyguards, they would not notice even if I sat their ass on

faces. He shook his head mockingly. - I just didn't know you were pregnant.

And the hypnotic that I wanted to use could endanger you. Or rather to him. He nodded

towards my belly. - Okay, fed up with these morning courtesies. - He stood up, pulling out

from the phone pocket. " We'll call Massim now, you just tell him you're well. "

and you are safe, that's all.

He dialed the number, and when the voice came from the other side, he fluently switched to Italian.

He spoke quietly for a moment, then handed me the phone. I grabbed her

and escaped to the other end of the room.

- Massimo? I whispered in horror.

- Are you okay? - His calm voice was only a cover, despite the dividing ones

we knew thousands of kilometers that he was crazy with anxiety. I took a deep breath

and looking at my torturer, I decided to take the risk.

- I am in Tenerife in an apartment building with an ocean view... -

I spoke words at the speed of a firing rifle.

Nacho snatched my phone angrily and hung up.

" He knows where you are well, " he growled. " Until my father allows it, your husband. "

will not appear on the island. He tucked the phone into his pocket. - You risked a lot, Laura, I have

hope you are happy, have a nice day. - And he left, slamming the door.

I stood for a few minutes looking at them, and I felt a rage rush over me. Helplessness that

she overwhelmed me, she turned into anger, and she was not the best adviser. I grabbed the door handle

and started down the hall toward the stairs.

I took a deep breath and before I saw him I started screaming:

- What you imagine? You think I'll be sitting here and waiting for what's up

state?! - I ran down the stairs, carefully watching my feet. - If you think that... - I stopped,

seeing the young woman standing next to Nach. She was looking at me with her mouth wide open

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after a moment of silence she closed it and turned to him in Spanish. They talked for a moment, and I

like a sculpture, I stood at the last step, wondering what was going on.

- Amelia, this is my girlfriend, Laura. - Bald grabbed me and pulled me on

the floor, pressing firmly against you. - She arrived a few days ago and that's why I wasn't

available. He kissed my forehead, and when I tried to break free, he added, " We've got here. "

short circuit, give us a moment.

Long tattooed hands grabbed me and lifted me up the stairs.

- I'm Amelia. The girl waved in surprise and a radiant smile

me when Nacho took me to the next steps.

I tried to break free, but to no avail, because his arms got stuck on me

good. He went into the first bedroom, closing the door, and set it on the floor. When my feet

touched the carpet, and I felt that I was standing firmly on the ground, I swung, but my hand did not

has reached its goal. My torturer managed to dodge, which irritated me even more; I moved

towards him, waving his arms like crazy, but he was only dodging. When we arrived at

walls, grabbed my wrists with one hand and leaned me against her, blocking my movement.

He reached into the drawer of the cabinet we were next to, and a few seconds later he put the barrel to mine

temple.

" We both know you can't kill me, " I said through my teeth

hatefully.

" It's a fact, " he said, unprotecting. " But are you sure about this? "

I thought about my location for a moment and after a few seconds I recognized myself

for defeated. I relaxed my hands and when he felt I wasn't going to fight him, he let me go

and put the gun back in place, closing the drawer.

- My sister is downstairs who has no idea what I do. - He left me

for several centimeters. - I wish it would stay that way. She thinks I run one of the companies

father and you are my girlfriend from Poland. We met a few months ago at a party

when I was in Warsaw on business...

- I think you fucked up?! I interrupted him and he stepped back a bit. - I will not

pretend nobody, and certainly not your girlfriend. I raised my hands and headed for

door.

Nacho grabbed me and shoved me onto the bed, straddling my legs.

"... and then we slept together, so you are pregnant now, " he finished. - Ours

relationship is a bit of a compulsion, and a bit of love above divisions. Understand?

I burst out laughing and he stupid and let go of my hands. I braided them on my chest

still laughing.

" No, " I choked, changing my expression seriously. - I'm not going to do anything to you

help.

Bald bent over, as if he was going to kiss me, and I froze, scared that he wasn't

I have nowhere to run from him. I felt his breath on my lips and my body passed

uncontrollable thrill. I could feel the mint, which he chewed, and fresh toilet water or gel under

shower. I swallowed loudly, staring at him.

- From what I've learned and noticed, your parents have no idea what they are up to

your husband is taking care of, ”he whispered, looking at me with green eyes with a wily smile. -

So we're in a similar position. He paused for a moment, smelling me. - You in a bit

worse, as you can see. So let's make a deal: I won't tell them that their son-in-law is a don, and you

Amelia, that her brother is a kidnapper and a killer. He stepped back a bit, then stood up, stretching out

right hand to me. - Agreement?

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I looked resigned, realizing that I was losing. I put out my hand

and I gave it to him.

" Contract, " I said grimaced as he pulled me to stand up.

His eyes turned cheerful and boyish again when he first adjusted his T-shirt,

and then mine.

- Perfect. Come on honey, I forgot that Amelia comes for breakfast. -

He took my hand and pulled it towards the door, and when I tried to pull it out, he added: - We are

show me some affection with the couple who just made up.

We went downstairs, holding hands, and when we stood in front of sister Nacha, juicy

he kissed my lips. I was furious again, but I knew I was more interested in it

keeping secrets from parents and saving them from shock than hitting him now

in the face. I reached out to the beautiful blue-eyed girl who was sitting in the chair

bar counter.

- Laura. - I smiled friendly. - And your brother's an asshole.

Amelia bared a series of white teeth and nodded, nodding at what

I said. When she smiled, she looked exactly like Nacho, with the difference that she had on

head with long fair hair and zero visible tattoos. Clear facial features caused that on

at first glance she felt dry and haughty, but when she looked at her

happy eyes, this conviction was absolutely wrong.

- My brother is an asshole and an egoist. She stood up patting him on the back. - He got into his father, but

at least he can cook. She kissed his cheek.

When they stood next to each other, they looked beautiful, but they did not look at all

stereotypical Spaniards.

- Are you from Spain? I asked, slightly confused. - You don't look like that

Southerners.

- Mama was from Sweden and as you can see, her genes have beaten her father's genes.

" And we are not from Spain, but from Canaries, " Nacho corrected me. - What's mine

will you eat He asked cheerfully, approaching the fridge and showing us a place by the island.

Siblings spoke English to each other so that I could understand the whole conversation, though

that it didn't concern me. They talked about holidays and friends who were supposed to come on New Year's Eve.

In general, they behaved very freely, which relaxed a slightly tense atmosphere.

" Honey, your Italian made a big impression on me, " I said sarcastically to

Nacha. - How many languages do you know?

" Several, " he said, stirring something in the pan.

- Brother, don't be so modest. - The girl turned to me. - Marcelo says

in Italian, English, German, French and Russian. She nodded proudly.

" And Japanese, recently, " he added, standing with his back to us, his head in the fridge.

I was impressed but I wasn't going to show it to him, so I nodded

nodding my head and I still listened when they sank into casual again

conversation.

Amelia was right, her brother was an exceptionally talented cook. After several dozen

minutes the table top was full of deliciousness. We both started to eat. Only when

I saw how much my companion throws into myself, I realized that she is also there

Pregnant.

- Which week? I pointed to her stomach and she embraced him with joy.

- Another month and a half. She smiled brightly. - His name will be Pablo.

I just wanted to repay her with my joy when I looked at

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Nacha, who gently shook his head from side to side.

" May he get into his mother, " he added, devouring the tomato. - His father is complete

an asshole and a troglodyte who looks like a bullfinch from his nose. - I burst out laughing when I heard that

what he says, and I immediately apologized to the girl for her behavior. - That's the truth -

he continued. - She took a thin gag, and if that wasn't enough, Italian. I do not know why

his father loves him so much.

At this point, all the muscles in my body tensed. I didn't feel bad here

almost a bit like on vacation, but this word reminded me of what I'm doing here. I put down my cutlery

and I looked at Nach.

" I love Italians, they are great people, " I said.

Amelia raised her hand, nodding.

The man leaned over the island and gave me a wild look.

- No, honey, you love Sicilians. His sarcastic smile was begging

for retort.

" You are right, you could even say that I love, " I snapped back with an equally

ironic look.

Amelia watched us, glancing from one to the other, until she finally stopped

I silence.

- Are you going swimming today? She asked her brother, who nodded. - Great, we'll go to

beach? She turned to me. - It's not hot, it's twenty-six degrees outside,

we'll sunbathe and watch Marcelo surf.

- Surfing? - I was surprised, looking at Bald.

- Of course, my brother is a multiple international champion, no

did he mention you I shook my head. - Well, today you will have the opportunity to see what

can. There are promised high waves and strong wind. - She clapped her hands. - Great, we'll eat

dinner on the beach, I'll be there for you by three-fifteen. She kissed my cheek, later my brother.

- Adios! She shouted, disappearing behind the door.

I sat watching Nacho tapping a knife on an empty plate, clearly above something

wondering.

" I want to talk, " I began, unable to bear the sound. - How long will I be here? -

He looked up at me. - You said we had to wait for your father but you didn't say

when he returns or why should we wait. He didn't say anything, just looked more serious than before.

- Marcelo, please. Tears came to my eyes and I bit my lower lip trying

stop crying.

- I do not know. He buried his head in his hands, sighing. - I have no idea how long here

you. Your father ordered you to be abducted before Christmas, but as you know, there were some

situation. He pointed at my stomach. - Later he had to leave, and unfortunately he doesn't confess to me

your plans. I am only to keep you here, ensuring safety until his

return.

I fixed my eyes on the table, nibbling at my fingers.

- Security? I asked annoyed. - You threaten me, and the only ones

the danger is that Massimo will find me and take me away.

- Your husband has more enemies than you think. He stepped away from the counter and put in the dishes

for the dishwasher.

After the conversation, which brought nothing to my life, I returned to my own

room. I went into the wardrobe, looking for the right clothes, and when I remembered

Amelia's words, suddenly everything became clear. Colorful t-shirts, flip-flops, sweatshirts, shorts

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they replaced my branded wardrobe, they were quite logical for the surfer Nacho.

He probably did shopping personally and put on what he liked the most and wore himself.

Standing in a small interior, I came to the conclusion that it is not worth suffering or fighting

with what happened to me again. I remembered that when I had previously accepted

situation, everything has become simpler. I reached for short shorts of light denim, rainbow

bikini and white T-shirt with graphics of the setting sun. I left the prepared clothes on

bed and went towards the bathroom.

I had already discovered with horror that there was only one in the house, and I would be forced to

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