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" Well, I am far from you, " I said, and a smile appeared on my face,

which I couldn't stop either.

" Let's go now, I want to get rid of you as soon as possible, " he choked, changing again

expressionless.

I narrowed my eyes pissed off his attention and even though I knew it was just a game of pretense,

I was sorry anyway. He didn't think so, but he wanted me to think it was just a job.

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And then something came to me - I liked this man. Despite all its drawbacks, and above all

all main, that is, the fact that he was a kidnapper and a killer, I liked him. On the one hand

I was glad that Massimo would take me away, on the other I couldn't bear the thought of it anymore

I won't see Nach. Had to consider this situation in terms of total normality, i. e.

eliminating the fact that I was abducted - I lost a great friend. The guy who gave me

he impressed and with whom I had a lot in common, the guy who amused me, pissed me off and with whom

I loved spending time. It was only a week, but staying with someone almost twenty

four hours a day, you can get used to.

Corveta was speeding across the highway, and I thanked God that Bald had laid the roof because after

there would be no trace of my carefully arranged hairstyle. We climbed higher and the road became

narrow and winding; suddenly stopped.

" Come, let me show you something, " he said as he got out. He took my hand and led me

across the street until we got to the railing. - Los Gigantes. He gestured at the unearthly view that

he spread before us. - The name of the town comes from these high cliffs, some have

up to six hundred meters. You can swim under them and only then you can see how huge they are. -

I looked at him and listened as if enchanted. - There are whales in the surrounding waters

and dolphins, I also wanted to show you the Teide volcano, but...

" I'll miss you, " I whispered, interrupting him and hearing them

words until he was stunned. - It's so unfair that I met such a great man

in such circumstances. I leaned my forehead against his still body. - Normally we could

to be friends, to swim together - I spoke another words full of regret and felt like under

his shirt is pounding.

" You can stay, " he whispered.

He lifted my chin, forcing me to look at him, but I closed my eyes.

- Baby, look at me. The sound of these words literally ripped me apart.

The phrase he used was the favorite way for Massima to contact me. Under the eyelids

a stream of tears came to me, which escaped outside with the power of an erupting volcano. I reached

with my hand in his pocket and I took out sunglasses. I put them on my nose

I hid behind them and without a word went to the car.

Fernand Matos's house was hard to call anything other than a castle. Located on a rock

overlooking the ocean was like a fortress that could not be conquered. Behind the great wall

there was a monumental garden that looked more like a park. They sat on the trees

colorful screaming parrots, and fish were swimming in the artificial lake. I have no idea how

a large area occupied all this, but if I thought the property in Taormina was

great - I was wrong.

We parked under the entrance, passing several armed people in the driveway.

I got out uncertainly, having no idea how to behave, and approached

waiting Nacha. Two robbers appeared on the threshold, surrounding me. Bald for a moment

he spoke to them quite aggressively, and then began to scream. Men were growing

in the dark suits of steel with their heads down, but they obviously refused to give up.

Annoyed, Nacho grabbed my elbow and dragged me through the monumental corridors.

- What's happening? I asked confused.

" They want to take you, my role is over. " - He was serious and extremely pissed off.

- I won't give you to them. At these words my stomach tightened in a knot. - I'll personally send you to

my father.

We walked a huge hall, which at the end, after passing through the sky-high

the door turned into a room. The room was huge, about four meters high, and his

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the windows overlooked the ocean. Nothing obstructed the view, because this part of the castle seemed to levitate over

with water protruding a few meters behind the cliff. This scary and delightful sight at the same time

distracted me from the rest of the room.

- So it's you?! - I heard a male voice with a strong accent.

I turned and saw Nacha standing next to an older man with longer ones

hair. There was no denying that this man was undoubtedly Spanish or Canarian,

as the local people preferred, when they were defined. Swarthy complexion, dark eyes and characteristic ones

features meant that I had no doubt. The man was old, but it felt like it used to be

he probably broke women's hearts, because being handsome could not be refused. Dressed in bright

cloth pants and a shirt of the same color, he came closer.

- Fernando Matos. He grabbed my hand and kissed it. " Laura Torricelli, " he said,

nodding. - The woman who tamed the beast. Sit down please.

He showed me an armchair and sat down on another. Nacho poured himself transparently

the liquid that stood on the table and took off his jacket, revealing braces and two pieces hung on them

weapons. He poured the contents of the glass into himself and repeated the action, this time sitting on the couch

and twisting the glass in your hand.

- Mr. Matos, thank you very much for your protection, but I would like to come home now -

I said calmly and culturally. - Nacho looked after me well, but if

you finished this mafia game, then you are happy...

- I've heard you are saucy. Fernando rose from his seat. - Only that

you see, my dear, your beloved husband somehow doesn't care to come here. - He spread his hands. -

I heard that his plane had not taken off. He turned to his son. - Marcela, leave.

Nacho obediently got up and finished the liquid, putting the glass on the counter, after

he grabbed his jacket and, trying not to look at me, left the room. I felt

lonely and terrified. I did not know the intentions of the man standing next to him, and the one who left

at least gave an apparent sense of security.

- Your hubby treated me like rubbish, he mocked me! He screamed, leaning back

my hands on both sides of the chair I was sitting on. - And one of you will pay for it!

Suddenly the door to the room opened again, but I couldn't turn it

head. Stuck in an armchair, I watched the older man leave and disappear behind

my back, greeting someone. The conversation was in Spanish, I only understood

my husband's name was mentioned several times. Later the voices stopped and when I heard the clang

lock, I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that I was alone.

- You stupid whore! - A big paw grabbed my hair and picked me up

from the place, throwing the floor. Falling down, I hit my head on a small bench and felt it

my temples are bleeding. I put my hand to my head and looked up. There was a man in front of me

in the age of Nach, who looked at me with disgust. With an oddly stiff hand he corrected it

I had back my black hair and started walking toward me. I pushed my heels to escape from

him, but I didn't even get up when he aimed a sulky kick at me

kidney. I wrapped my arms around my stomach, trying to protect the child from the madman attacking me.

I felt nervous and ringing in my ears, but I knew I couldn't

lose consciousness. God only deigned to know what the man above me wanted to do to me.

- Stand up, slut! He screamed and sat down in the chair himself.

Swallowing hardly and leaning on shaking hands, I made him

command, and he almost in a gallant gesture showed me the armchair opposite.

- Do you remember me? He asked as I sat up, wiping the blood off my face.

" No, " I snapped.

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- And do you remember Nostro? I raised my eyes and frowned. - A club in Rome, a few

months ago. He laughed mockingly. - Strange that you don't remember, because like all the others

whores you were drowned in a corpse.

When he said that, a vague picture of that evening flashed before my eyes.

" Do you remember that, slut? " - He jumped up and banged me in the face with one hand,

he put his hands under his face, holding his hair. - Your boyfriend shot my hands. -

I looked at his hands with two almost identical round scars.

At this point, as in space-time, I moved to the evening in Nostro

and I remembered, after dancing on a tube, one of the men decided that I was a whore and caught

me and Massimo... At the thought of it, I covered my mouth with my hands. He shot his hands.

- My paresis is in my right and the left one is almost useless. - He turned them around

without looking at me. - Humiliated because of the whore! He screamed again and stood up. -

I wondered for a long time what to do to you. But later I came to the conclusion that I prefer

liquidate this break, your husband.

He came up to me and hit my face once more, and I felt like a cracked lip

I am bleeding. He will torture me here to death, I thought, huddling in an armchair.

- First, I wanted you to get this moron Anna, but unfortunately, despite all mine

faith in her driving skills, or actually ramming her, did not cope.

He came closer and leaned toward me. " I didn't want to involve the Matos family. " I preferred

settle it yourself, but unfortunately this cunt later succumbed to the Torricelli charm. - He punched his hands

in the back of my chair, and I closed my eyes in terror. - Fortunately sooner

I made her bring her brother to Massim, informing him of the death of his unborn child.

- He sneered. - I met Emil myself and told him how at the party,

when your don drank a little too much and pulled a little too long lines, he enjoyed it

scrapings and no problems. It turned up the situation. - He walked around the room with amusement,

telling it like a good anecdote heard at the holiday table. - It was only later

better when they tried to shoot themselves, unfortunately your husband was very lucky again. - He turned

and faced me. " But at least Emilia deprived me of my problem, and that allowed me. "

Matos partially enter Naples.

Ineptly, he poured a transparent decanter into a glass and took a sip, sliding it over

countertop and almost no lifting.

My head ached from being hit, but the blood dried on it formed something of a sort

cork and stopped seeping. I could feel my lip swelling, but I was worried the most

for a child.

- What will you do with me? I asked in the surest voice I could manage.

The man calmly rose and hit me again

place, and my mouth almost exploded with blood. I screamed loudly, feeling unbelievable

ache.

- Don't interrupt me, slut! He screamed, wiping himself against me, and sat down again. -

You can tear at will, the room is soundproof. If I shot you, nobody would

he didn't hear that. A triumphant smile appeared on his face. After a moment of silence

he continued: - I watched Massim and decided that nothing would hurt him like losing you,

especially because of you I can't grab a glass of water myself. - He raised it

right hand whose hand was stiff. - I had to learn how to use the other one. Paresis

my hands after shooting them are so vast that I have little opportunity to use my hands.

They had to make me a special weapon, which I can trigger. He laughed badly. -

But as you can see, they are good for asking pleasure. Today, before I kill you, I'm going to give you

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this pleasure so much that you spit out the bastard you have inside you.

I heard a whistle in my ears and prayed for strength when I felt pain in my breastbone

and baking. I was unable to think soberly because I was overcome with terror.

- And since your hubby decided not to come or risk his own life,

I'll write him our last night of your life together. He reached out an almost functional hand

and patted my leg, which I immediately pulled away. " And I'll send him that brat later. "

in box. He nodded at my clenched stomach. - And by the way I didn't think

that it would go so easy for Marcel. We've tried to kidnap you many times, but every time

Massimo was awake. - His ironic tone pissed me off more and more. - My people called

fights in his clubs and hotels to distract him and lure him out of the house. I turned

most families against your husband, however, he guarded you so well that the kidnapping turned out to be

not an easy task. He raised one finger. - Then I thought about Marcel. Is

the best in the industry, ruthless and blindly devoted to his father, and Fernando trusts me. - He laughed. - This one

the colorful anointed hating me had no idea. He got a job and like a robot

he made them.

" Massimo will find you and kill you, you piece of shit! " I snapped.

" Oh, I really doubt it, " he said, amused. - All his fury will be focused on Marcel; it's him

kidnapped you. Torricelli will come for him first and then for the old one, then I will be the head

Matos family, anointed for this role as his son-in-law. - I started giggling giggly and he

furiously, he threw the glass against the wall. - What amuses you, bitch?! He screamed.

- You're the bullfinch on your nose. - I remembered the tale full of resentment and mockery

Nacha about husband Amelia. " Indeed... Flavio... How could I not recognize you by that? "

a meticulous, perfectly matching description? His hand soared towards mine once again

I felt the swelling start to embrace my eye as well.

My phone was interrupted by the telephone ringing in his pocket. He pulled it out and picked it up, after

which he listened to for a while, ended the conversation and put the camera in his pocket.

" The situation is a little complicated, " he growled. - Your hubby's on the property.

At these words my heart almost broke from my chest, and tears of relief and joy flowed down my face.

I closed my eyes. He's here, he'll save me, I thought. A smile danced on my face

Flavio couldn't see anymore because he was looking for something at the desk.

There was a noise, and suddenly Massimo stormed into the room, followed by Domenico

and a dozen other people. God, he was so beautiful, imperious and mine. I burst into tears and when

Black's gaze focused on me, I saw him almost explode with anger. He stood a few meters

from me, and his pain-filled eyes stared at my face. With a wild scream

drew his weapon and pointed it at Flavia. Then the two side entrances opened and into the room

dozens of people ran in, including Nacho, who froze at my sight.

At the end, slowly and dignified, with a cigar in hand, like in a real gangster movie

Fernando Matos rolled in.

" Massimo Torricelli, " he said, when everyone was holding up aimed at themselves

weapon. - How nice that you accepted my invitation.

I felt someone's gaze on me, and because my eyes were focused on Black, I started

look sideways. Holding the weapon in both hands, Nacho looked at me

full of pain and despair. I saw that he felt guilty about what I looked like now. Then one

of Matos's people put a gun to my head, reloading it earlier.

" Lower your weapons, " Fernando said. " Or what you came here for, will flirt over. "

wall.

Massimo growled something at the men who were with him, and everyone hid the guns.

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Everyone else did it, except for the one who stood next to me.

At Fernand Matos's command, all the bosses' protection began to leave

room. Nacho crossed the room, assuming a mask of indifference and stopping

next to me, patted the shoulder of a man aiming at me, then exchanged with him

roles.

" Laura, " he whispered as the barrel leaned against my temple again. - Excuse me.

Tears ran down my cheeks, and the lump in my throat grew hard to swallow.

Massimo and Domenico stood opposite Flavia and Fernanda, and I wondered if there was one

the person will come out alive.

The four men talked for a moment, stuck like stones on each other

place. After their faces, I concluded that they seemed to get along. A moment later he heard it

calm voice of my husband:

- Come to me, Laura.

Nacho, understanding the whole conversation, left the weapon, and I barely kept on my feet,

I started towards him. When Bald grabbed me to help me go, Massim's jaw clenched

" Don't touch her, you son of a bitch, " he growled, looking at Marcel, who let me go

and pulled away.

Before I reached Black, out of the corner of my eye I saw Flavio pull a pistol out of the drawer

and aims at Fernand Matos, pulling the trigger, and it's raining. At the same time it rang out

second and one more shot, Flavio dropped behind the desk and my husband grabbed me and hid me behind him,

standing with his weapon out pointing straight at Nacha who had just shot

hated brother-in-law who had killed his father a second earlier.

Stuck behind Black's back, I felt the adrenaline rush in my veins,

and the legs are getting weaker. I was safe, my body knew it could stop

fight. Don felt that I was sliding down after him and turned me over, leaving me alone

Domenica and Nacha facing each other with their barrels pointed at them.

Then there was a bang, and I felt something like a blow and suddenly spilled over my body

heat wave. I couldn't catch my breath and I could see Massim's face more and more blurred.

I felt my legs turn like jelly, and I slid down with him to the ground. fearful

he looked at my face, said something to me, but I could not hear the words. I only saw it move

with his lips and raises a bloody hand to his face. My eyelids felt heavy and I felt

incredible tiredness, and finally bliss. Black kissed my lips, probably shouting.

The overwhelming silence around me grew deeper and deeper until everything was gone. I closed

eyes…

***

- Massimo! - Domenic's voice snapped me out of dullness. - They can't wait any longer. -

My brother's quiet, calm tone seemed to scream.

I turned from the window towards the room, looking at the group of standing doctors

in front of me.

- You fucking save both! I draw through clenched teeth, shivering with anger

and barely holding back tears. - Or I'll shoot them all.

I reached with my dirty hands into the belt of my pants to draw my weapon, but

The young stopped me.

" Brother, " he whispered, tears in his eyes. - It's been going too long, they won't save Laura or

a child, and every minute...

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I raised my hand to make him stop, and a moment later I fell to my knees, burying my head

in hands.

I didn't know if I could raise my son without her, and I didn't know if life

without it will make sense. My child... Part of her and me, heir and successor. Over the head

I had a million thoughts, but none of them brought relief.

I looked up at the doctors and took a deep breath.

- Save...

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THANKS

I always thank my parents. Mom, Dad, you are my inspiration, love and

world. I love you very much and I can't imagine my life without you! Thank you even when

I doubted - you were overwhelmed with pride.

Thank you to the man who proved me that age does not matter; that adulthood is a state

mind, not numbers. Maciej Buzał a, Darling - there are no words that I could express

gratitude for your patience, caring and commitment. These months it was

the most difficult time in my life, without you I would give up. I love You, Young, and

Thank you that you are!

Ania Szuber and Michał Czajka, thanks to the cover looking so crazy. Your photo

is divine and the graphics capabilities are reliable! And you are cheaper than a plastic surgeon.

But above all, thank you, reader - whoever you are. Thanks to

you hold my book in my hands, I have the opportunity to change the world. I hope the second part

was better than the first one and you can't wait for the third one. Because the third... it will be

just fired up!

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Table of Contents

Front page

Editorial page

This day

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

thanks

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