THE SCORPION E-Book

Maja Dabetic

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

Beschreibung

I wanted to run away from him so much and I tried it many times.
In the end, when he let me go on his own,
when he opened the golden cage in which he kept me...
I didn’t want to leave anymore...

Leseprobe

Maja Dabetic

THE SCORPION

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THE SCORPION

THE SCORPION

Maja Dabetic

I wanted to run away from him so much and I tried it many times.

In the end, when he let me go on his own,

when he opened the golden cage in which he kept me...

I didn’t want to leave anymore...

PROLOGUE

He got out of his armored vehicle like a fury and slammed the door with all his might.

Shortly after him, his men arrive in front of the residence and park their cars.

Behind them, one of his men, Nikolai, closed a large steel gate.

And he ran his fingers furiously through his black hair.

He heads for the front door, then turns abruptly, addressing his men:

"I don't want anyone to bother me unless something is really urgent!"

There was silence.

Everyone nods in agreement, then looks down at him, showing him respect, until he is lost inside the villa.

,, Stupid bastards! Incompetent! Nothing works for them, even if it is drawn to them! "- he mutters to himself.

He goes to the mini bar and pours himself a double whiskey, to relax at least a little and forget about one unsuccessful day.

"Shall I bring you something to eat, sir?" Clara asked, standing in front of him, practically out of nowhere.

He looked up at her and stared at the old woman with his dark green eyes.

He could never be rude to her.

He furrowed his thick black eyebrows, and when he remembered her question, he shook his head.

'No, Clara, thank you. I'll be in my workroom. "

Holding a glass of whiskey in his hand all the time, he walked to the large wooden door of his study, on which a large, black scorpion had been carved.

He went inside and sat in a comfortable leather armchair, lowering his glass to the table.

He tilted his head back, leaning back comfortably, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Then he opened his eyes and took a key from the inside pocket of his black jacket, which he used to unlock one of the drawers in his desk.

He pulled out a small remote and pursed his lips in a slight smile.

There were bookcases on the wall opposite him.

He owned many books in his personal library.

Yet what lurked behind them was something that was only his secret, something that was only his and only for his eyes.

He considered it his personal treasure and it was the only thing that helped him calm his demons.

Then he pressed a little red button on the remote and the cabinets then began to slowly separate.

One part of the cabinet moves to the left and the other part to the right.

In front of him was now a brand new wall, adorned with a multitude of her photographs.

She was the only one he wanted to have, from the first day he saw her.

Only she calmed his heart and illuminated his dark soul.

He took a glass of whiskey from the table and brought it to his lips.

He took a sip after a sip, looking at the photos, in which she runs through the park, drinks coffee in a cafe, rides a horse, or simply, just walks down the street.

He imagined her hands doing a little research on his body, her lips kissing him, and her eyes watching him in love.

He imagined hearing from her lips those magic words: "I love you ..."

He enjoyed himself so much that he immediately got horny.

His own thoughts greeted him like a cold shower.

First: he, as dark as hell and she, so gentle and tender - could never end up together.

As if an angel loved a demon.

And another thing: she doesn't even know that he exists ...

Despite all that, he continued to look at her photos, fantasizing about a woman he would probably never have.

SOPHIA

He turned to me and grabbed me by the face with both hands, then began to lower his head towards me, to kiss me. A little more, just a little more ...

"Are you kidding me?" I mutter to myself after I jump on the phone and tap my hand on the bed to reach for it. "Hello ..." - I answered sleepily, not even opening my eyes to see who was calling.

"Sofia! It's not like you're still asleep, is it? Get up, sleeper! "

I move my cell phone a little further away from my ear, so that Veronica wouldn't pierce my eardrum.

,, Mhm ... I'm sleeping. He almost kissed me and that's when you decided to call. "- I snort angrily, rising to a sitting position.

On the other hand, I heard an uncontrollable loud giggle, so I smiled to myself.

'You and your dreams. I'm taking you out somewhere tonight, so you can find someone very real, so you can kiss him. "- says Veronica, still laughing.

"I don't know ... I have to work. Come on, come to me and let's go for a run. "

"I'm coming, baby," Veronica says, and hangs up. I look at my watch, it was half past seven.

I get up and go to the bathroom, taking off every piece of clothing along the way.

After bathing and performing all the morning rituals, I slip into my tight, black running leggings, put on my sports top, which was complete with leggings, tie a sweatshirt around my waist, then lift my long, black hair high in a ponytail, put on my sneakers and...

Voila! I was ready.

I run down the stairs to the dining room and pour some squeezed oranges, so I go out on the balcony to wait for Veronica.

The weather is beautiful. A wonderful spring day in Hartford.

I raise my head towards the clear blue sky, where there are no clouds, and let the sun caress my face.

I lean back in my rocking chair and spend a few minutes like that, completely relaxed and satisfied with myself and my life in general.

I hear the doorbell ring and hurry to open it.

,, Fuck! Whenever I see you, you are more and more beautiful. "- says Veronica, receiving me in one long hug, as if we haven't seen each other for a thousand years, and not since the day before yesterday.

'Are you aware of what you look like, woman? Someone's heart will burn for you. "- she says, as we pull each other out of each other's arms.

I roll my eyes, then laugh, accustomed to her everyday compliments. And she's a pretty handsome brunette, with long, straight hair, streaked with a few blue locks and cute blue eyes.

"Then you'll be fine, and you'll give him artificial respiration, or a heart massage," I say, to which we both laugh.

"Squeezed orange for you too?"

"Well, maybe one, before we go."

I pour for her too, and then we sit on the balcony for a while.

"So, how's it going at work?"

"It's good, it's really good.

I should sign a contract today and start working for the Wallace family. "

"You mean ... That Wallace family?"

Ultra, mega, giga rich Wallace family? "- Veronica asks, rolling her eyes in surprise.

"And what other family would I think of?"

Only they are able to build another giant, what is this business space that I will design for them.

I think they only bought the land near Aurora yesterday, and you see, I have to sign a contract with them today as their personal architect. "- I shrugged carelessly.

"Well, they just struck Aurora.’’

I read in the newspapers that there was a big competition, between them and the owner of Aurora, and that they still offered a higher price and managed to buy the land. "- says Veronica.

"Yes, everyone knows that there are no bigger rivals in this city than they are," I say, taking a sip of juice.

"Sophia, take good care.

You know what is said about both.

It's the mob.

They do who knows what kind of murky business. "- says Veronika in a whisper, as if someone here, on the eleventh floor, will hear us.

,,I know.

And don't tell anyone about this, especially mom.

Or, God forbid, aunt.

I would listen to their lectures from now until Judgment Day.

And I would have to resign immediately, and you know I need this job.

It is important that I work with someone really great in the business world, in order to be able to raise my career to a higher level. "- I looked at Veronica with a very serious look, but I still trusted my cousin.

She was just like her mother after almost everything, but at least she knew how to keep a secret, unlike my chatty aunt Ellena.

,,Let's go. "- says Veronica, moving her fingers over her mouth in the sense that she will be silent like a fish. I nod affirmatively and drink my juice to the end, and then we quickly get up and go for our morning jog.

After a good two hours of running and many kilometers, and all with the goal of perfect shape and condition, as I was, I return to the apartment and start preparing for work.

To be honest, I felt very nervous, because I am still starting to work for extremely strong business people, and after Veronica's words this morning, that I would work with the mafia, I could’t be peaceful at all.

But still, as people say, "Without risk there is no gain."

I jump in the shower again, take a bath, wax freshly, apply coconut milk to my body and choose the perfect underwear and leather-colored silk socks, which I fasten with halters.

I dry my hair, then straighten it with a press and start applying makeup.

I put on a little make-up, and maybe there was no need for make-up at all.

I have perfectly clean, well-groomed skin, naturally long black lashes, beautifully shaped black eyebrows and full lips.

From an early age, many told me that one day I could become the world's number one top model, like Adriana Lima, but my strong love for architecture still prevailed.

Although, who knows, it may be hereditary, considering that my late father was also a respectable and very successful architect.

My mother, on the other hand, was a surgeon.

Her wish was for me to follow in her footsteps, but medicine simply never attracted me.

I put on a white shirt, then tuck it into a white skirt, deep waist, in shades of some pink roses and black details, take my black jacket and roll it over my arm, put on black high-heeled sandals and look in the mirror once more before leaving .

My green eyes returned my smile in the reflection of the mirror.

I gave myself moral support: You can do it.

I turn around like a little girl in front of a mirror, to make sure everything is in place, when it comes to business woman styling.

I should have left a good impression on my first day at my new job.

My long hair reached just above my buttocks and I have to say I adored her because she made me feel extremely feminine.

"Well, let this day begin successfully and end successfully," I say to myself.

And just as I grab the doorknob, a message arrives from my mother:

Good luck on your new project. I'm proud of you.

Well, this means that Veronica told her that I am starting today, and the good thing is that I see that she didn't reveal all the details to her.

I think how great it is that Veronica told her before me.

My mother would question me indefinitely, about every detail and every little thing, and I would talk to her about everything.

Fuck, I never knew how to lie to her, and she should never hear who I work for.

I quickly type a message in which I write to my mother that I thank her and love her the most in the world, that I miss her and can't wait for her to come to visit me from Russia, and then I put the phone in my purse, carry it over my shoulder and finally leave.

This is going to be a big day for me.

***

I get out of the building, go down to the parking lot, and head for my black Audi.

I sit down, fasten my seat belt, and glance at the mirror once more.

I am satisfied with what I see ...

Wait, did someone just take a picture of me?

I look in the rearview mirror again, but I don't see anyone.

Then I turn around to see better.

There really was no one around.

Well, maybe I just thought so.

And maybe you have a secret admirer?

My subconscious was insidiously joking with me. Whatever.

I turn on the music and move on.

The song Some say is currently playing on the radio and I am happily singing along with Nea.

I didn't even feel that I arrived relatively quickly in front of the Wallace holding, but when you honestly step on the gas on the highway, in a few minutes you're wherever you want, provided there is no crowd.

I get out of my car and hand the keys to the boy who approached to re-park it.

I stand in front of a huge building and admire it for a while.

It seems to me that its height reaches to the clouds themselves.

Then I take a deep breath and head for the entrance.

As I approached the large glass sliding door, I saw someone in the reflection of glass and he was taking a picture of me again.

I stop and look behind me, but I don't see anyone again.

Strange. - I think.

And then I thought: Paparazzi.

Well, yes. They are certainly paparazzi and I will have to get used to them and to the fact that soon I will no longer have any privacy, considering that I am starting to work for such famous people.

I could already see the headline in the newspaper:

Who is the new architect of the Wallace company?

Then it occurs to me that I am baked when my mother finds out when I work, but I still breathe a sigh of relief, remembering that she never reads the yellow press.

I straighten my skirt with my hands and go inside.

The blonde at the front desk directs me to the twenty-fourth floor and I take the elevator upstairs.

When the elevator door opens, I walk out into the hallway and head for the large room, where there is another reception desk.

Everything in this company looks perfect, clean and sterile, like in a hospital.

On the outside, the company looked like any other building, but on the inside it was like a real spaceship.

Lots of photos of the most famous buildings in the world adorned the walls.

Really impressive. - I think.

"Miss Nikolaeva?" - a kind girl calls me, with a bright smile, probably well trained for clients.

,,Good afternoon. That's me."

,,Good afternoon. I'm Andrea, Mr. Wallace's secretary. The gentleman is currently in a meeting with the Board of Directors, but he will be free to receive you in about ten to fifteen minutes.

So, please sit down, or, if you want, take a look around. "- says Andrea, and points to a comfortable leather sofa nearby. I nod in gratitude, then go to the armchair and sit, back with Andrea, a little nervous about of today’s business meeting.

There are some magazines on the glass table and I take the first one in line to leaf through, to kill the boredom while I wait and reduce the amount of nervousness and trepidation I felt.

I'm a little early too, but what am I going to do ...

I was too excited about the new project.

'Can I serve you something while you wait, miss?

Coffee, juice, tea, maybe water? ”Andrea asked me.

"Mint tea is fine, thank you," I reply, and she turns on her heel and disappears down a long hallway.

She returns quickly and puts a cup of hot tea on the table in front of me.

After a few minutes, the elevator bell rings and behind me I hear the sound of someone's long footsteps approaching the reception.

'Sir, wait! You can't go there. Mr. Wallace is in a meeting. Sir! You are forbidden to enter the building. "- I hear the secretary's worried voice and persistent steps that continue forward, despite the warnings she hissed.

I was just holding a cup in my hands and getting ready to get up, to find out what it was about, when a stranger hooked me in the aisle, so I spilled hot tea on my hand.

It burns me like a hell.

"Oh, fuck!" I curse, not at all feminine.

But the pain was terrible.

At the speed of light he comes back to me.

I lean over the glass table and drop a cup of damn tea.

"Why the hell don't you watch how you walk?" I ask angrily.

I lower my cup and straighten up, blowing a burn on my backrest, which quickly spread red.

And then, as if struck by lightning from a clear sky.

That’s exactly how I felt when I met the gaze of the man standing right in front of me.

'Miss, I'm sorry. Are you okay? " He asks me in his deep voice, which makes every hair on my body itch. He furrowed his thick, black eyebrows, and his dark green eyes suddenly darkened even more.

His black hair falls over his forehead, he has a beard of three to four days and a beautiful complexion.

He wears a white shirt and a black suit as tailored for him. He is very large, full of raw power.

Every muscle on him is outlined under an elegant suit.

I wonder if it was Apollo who personally landed on Earth.

For a few seconds I completely ignore his question and just keep quiet and stand in front of him.

I stare into his eyes and into his body, as if I am possessed.

"Let me help you." - yet he was the one who decided to break the awkward silence between us.

He put on some frown, so I could see he was visibly worried about me.

Fuck!

I've never seen anyone, even frowning like this, look so ... Fucking. He is beautiful, like God. I thought, and shook my head to drive away the sinful thoughts of this man, which swirled like a tornado at the very sight of him.

,,No thanks. You've helped me enough. "- I answer him sarcastically, as I show him my burnt hand.

He doesn't pay attention to me, but asks Andrea where the bathroom is, and then he grabs my uninjured hand and practically drags me there.

He leads me to the sink and releases cold water, then rolls up his sleeves, takes my burnt hand between his palms, and holds it under the water for a while.

When I felt the touch of his hands, it was as if some electricity had descended down my spine.

At that moment, he looked me straight in the eye and wondered if he felt the same way I did.

I look at our hands underwater and think about how they fit perfectly.

He is standing right next to me and I can smell him.

And he smells so wonderful, intoxicating ...

I look up at the mirror and see that he is watching me all the time.

Because of his look, the fire hit me in the face, and the more I stood like that with him, the more I felt like an express pot inside, which starts to scream.

The tension between us is too great. Well, at least the one I felt.

'Thank you, sir.

I wish you a pleasant day. "- I cough and decide to run away from him as soon as possible.

Because if I don't get lost right away, I'll pass out.

In his presence, I could no longer feel normal or calm.

This man stirred up everything in me.

From the beginning of this meeting of ours, I have a feeling that my heart will jump out of my chest.

As I was leaving, I turned around once more and saw him looking after me. I give him a slight smile of gratitude and walk out.

As soon as I came out of the bathroom, Andrea asked me if I was okay, so she told me that Mr. Wallace is now free and ready for our meeting ...

And that I can come in.

My body was still shaking with trembling, even at the very thought of an unknown man, slipping the ground beneath my feet.

What I felt near him I had never felt before, towards anyone.

Still, somehow, as much as I could, I gathered myself to knock on the office door.

"Here you go." - I hear a deep male voice, coming from inside, but this one had no effect on me at all.

I open the door and enter a very spacious office.

In the very center of the office, under the window, there is a round table made of solid wood.

To the left and right of the table are cabinets full of literature related to architecture, entrepreneurship, economics and management, and several shelves are richly decorated with flowers.

In one corner of the office is a mini lounge, which consisted of two two-seater chairs and a table, and I did not miss the fact that Mr. Wallace also owned his own mini bar in his office.

Of course, photos of several of the most famous buildings are hung on the walls, something like those in the hallway.

I turn to the table and in front of me I see a man facing the window, from which he has a view of almost the entire city.

When he hears me he turns, smiles slightly and walks towards me.

"Good afternoon, Miss Nikolaeva."

He's young, by my oppinion he's just in his thirties. He has brown hair, brown eyes and he’s freshly shaved.

The total opposite of Apollo.

And again my subconscious started playing with me.

Reach out your hand so we can shake hands.

I accepted and shook hands with him in a completely businesslike and professional way.

No tingles, no sparks flickered around.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Wallace."

"Given that we will be working together soon, and ... I'm not much older than you, please move on to YOU.

And call me Richard. "

"Yes, you are right.

I'm twenty-six.

Well, all right ... Richard.

Then, call me ... "- I quickly corrected myself:

"Just call me Sophia."

He nodded and pursed his lips in a slight smile, and his eyes flashed with a strange spark, which immediately made me very uncomfortable.

This guy was really dark in a way, I could feel the weird aura radiating from him.

Of course he is, when he is a mafia boss. - my subconscious reminds me, which otherwise never goes out.

So we shook hands again, as if we were reuniting, and then he pointed to the comfortable leather armchairs next to my desk, touching me once more, as if by accident.

I was as dry as gunpowder when I touched his hand.

Damn it!

Am I going to compare any man to a mysterious man?

"Here, sit down, Sophia."

I walked over and sat down in one of the armchairs, rewinding in my head the way he pronounced my name.

It was as if he was trying out how my name sounded on his lips.

I felt a slight wave of nausea at the thought.

I look at him a little better.

He flaunts himself like a peacock as he walks to his armchair.

It is perfectly built, quite handsome, but not overly ...

However, some average.

No one like my God.

(Where did this MY come from?)

However, something in him told me that he was very strange, dark, maybe very dangerous.

My intuition never fooled me.

I quickly dismiss all those bad thoughts, convincing myself that I’m just too careful about Veronica’s words this morning.

He sits in his armchair and rests his elbows on the table.

"Sophia, you must be familiar with the history of our company," he looked at me curiously.

'Well, I know a little something.

The company was founded by your father, Russell Wallace, as well as numerous chains of goldsmiths, restaurants, cafes and hotels ...

Now you inherited it all, because your father retired.

Am I right?"

Of course, I left out the part where the Wallace companies, like everything else I’ve listed, are just a cover for smuggling drugs, white slaves, and who knows what other murky business.

Money is only laundered through this company and catering facilities.

But I wisely kept silent about it, even though it was a public secret.

And, since our city is extremely corrupt, it was enough for young Wallace to loosen his bag just a little and he could comfortably do whatever he wanted.

No one touched him.

"That's right, you're right. Your late father, Alexei Nikolaev, worked for us and it was he who designed this large shopping center," he says, and gives me a huge photo of the magnificent building.

I didn’t know my father ever worked for them. At least he never told us that.

Indeed, he avoided talking about work. He would always say, "Keep the job at work, now I enjoy the benefits of my home." And then he would hug my mother and me.

Richard recognized the admiration for my father's work on my face.

"I have no doubt that you will be as good as he is, even better. I've looked at some of your work and I'm free to say, wherever your father is now, I'm sure he's proud of you. "

I thank him, and then we watch some more work for a while. Then we talk for a long time about the plan for a new office space.

"My father suggested that a hotel be opened there, but I am more in favor of opening a shopping center."

"I think Mr. Wallace is right, Richard.

It would be good to build a hotel on that place.

There are many advantages: it is in the center, there is a beautiful view of the park and the lake, and there are already a large number of shopping centers nearby. "

,,Yes. And they all belong to Aurora, "Richard said grimly.

,,Exactly. If you want to surpass your rival, you will build a hotel.

On that land, a real giant can emerge among all hotels.

And so we will arrange it, that it will be extremely visited, which means that all the people who arrive in the city will ask to stay in that very place, in that very hotel. "

She narrowed her eyes, carefully absorbing my every word and nodding her head to agree with everything I said.

"Then, let's sign our contract and see you tomorrow, when we will visit the construction site."

I'd like to leave today, but I'm unfortunately overwhelmed with work. "

I nod and look after him as he gets up to bring the contract folder.

I read each letter carefully, then take a pencil and sign.

In case of termination of the contract, I should pay them a million dollars, and if I successfully complete the project, they will pay me as much as ten million.

This is even more than I expected.

I was extremely pleased with the work I concluded today.

"Then, that's it," I say and get up from my chair, ironing my skirt and shifting my purse over my shoulder.

As I pull out my hair, which is pressed against the chain of my purse, I notice that Richard is watching me in a lustful way.

With a look of patterns all over my body, which I don’t like at all. It seems like he could throw himself at me at any moment, right here and right now.

His gaze lingers on my chest, which, though larger, was still hidden under a modest shirt that revealed nothing more, down to a little skin under my throat and a necklace with a star pendant.

I ignore this approach of his because I remember that it was not uncommon for me to act like that on men.

Well, to everything but him.

He was looking me in the eyes all the time, or in the injured hand.

And maybe I'm not attracted to him?

Maybe I made it all up after all.

Still, there wasn't a moment that didn't cross my mind, just like that, uninvited, whether I wanted to or not.

Richard looks up at me, looking me straight in the eye now. Well, did you look around, did you? Pervert! - I think.

Give me his hand in greeting.

"Then see you tomorrow."

,,See you. Bye."

We shake hands and I leave his office.

I greet Andrea and thank her, then call the elevator and go downstairs.

When I got out in front of the building, my parked car was ready for me in front of the entrance.

"Here you go, miss," says the boy who re-parked it.

"Thank you ... Billy." - I answer, after reading his name from the card, which hung around his neck, and then I reward him with a high tip, get in the car and drive home.

When I step into the apartment, I pick up my cell phone and see a lot of messages and calls from Veronica. Of course, while I was in the meeting my ringtone was off.

Are you done?

How was it?

Why you are not answering?

Did they receive you?

I find her number in the calls and call her, so I tell her to come to me, to tell her everything in detail and to come up with a plan so that my mother doesn't find out who I actually work for.

"I can't now. Let's go out to "Orbit" tonight, have some fun and celebrate your new job!

What do you say? "- shouts Veronica.

What about this girl?

As if he can't talk quietly.

She's pretty loud, as if she's swallowed the batteries.

'Okay, then.

I'm waiting for you tonight.

If you had drawn up at my place at nine o'clock, I would have been ready. "- I threatened her, moving the phone away from my ear again.

I hang up, sit on the couch, put the phone down on the table, and then think for a long, long time about a beautiful man whose name I don't even know, or whether I'll ever see him again.

And I would very much like to see him again.

DEMIAN

I sit in my study, holding a glass of whiskey in my hand, watching a bunch of photos of her smiling face looking at me.

As I watch it, I feel completely calm, as if I have no problems in life, as if I am looking at an icon, even though I haven't even thought about the church for a long time, let alone stepped into it.

After so many bad things that I did, after so many bloody traces that I left and still leave behind, I felt dirty, too sinful to desecrate such a sanctuary with my presence.

And she was the greatest saint for me.

I became so obsessed with this woman.

None were equal to her, neither the ones I had, and I had who knows how many, nor the ones I didn’t have, could match her.

Not all the women in the world could be up to her knees.

None like her, I knew, though I didn't have her.

And she was the only one I truly wanted with all my soul and body strength.

Maybe I could have it, like everyone else, but I didn't want to get so sinful the only clean thing I had in my life.

I sincerely loved her.

Every day, for years, I sacrificed myself, keeping her from myself, from this kind of evil in human form.

That's why I was satisfied with her occasional photos, even though it wasn't enough for me.

I wanted her, like air, like sunlight, imagining her carefree sleeping in my bed, breathing on my chest, warm and sleepy.

Sometimes I would walk through the house and imagine in front of me an almost real vision of her, moving in colorful dresses all over these rooms, and her laughter lingering through them.

And I would hug her and smell her hair.

Some thoughts, such as the fact that I don't really know what her hair smells like, left a void in me, like a desert without a trace of life.

She was a goddess for me, who came down to Earth only to torture me, to be my punishment and my curse, so close, and so unreachable, elusive, incomprehensible ...

Someone knocks on the door.

I quickly push a button and look at the face of my love, until it hides behind a bookcase.

"Come in," I say aloud, interrupted by my daydreams, which have only tormented myself.

Viktor appears at the door, my only man of trust and the only one who knew about my obsession and impossible love from the beginning.

Victor is a man of fifty-odd years, who was my father's right hand man. He served him for many years, until my father was killed in a mafia showdown, and then I took his place, with the help of Victor, who taught me everything I should know.

Viktor is a man who is extremely loyal, and I considered him a member of the family, to the extent that I could entrust my life to him at any time.

"Demian, I have bad news."

"And have you ever come to me with good news, Victor?" I ask him a little angrily, to which he just shrugs, in the sense that he is not up to it.

,,Force Majeure. "- he often knew to say.

'What did you stop for, man? Shoot! "

"Some photos have arrived ..." I look at the large yellow envelope he is holding.

I reached out and took it from Victor.

I slowly unwind the thread with which it was sealed, when Viktor continues:

"Bad news, Demian ...We inquired a bit and ...

She seems to be starting to work for Wallace after all.

She needs to sign a contract with them today. "

I look up at him angrily.

"What? Does that woman know what she's getting into? "

All the blood boiled inside me, like boiling water.

I slammed my fist hard on the table, to which Viktor jumped slightly.

The only thing I have in the world, which gives me peace and tranquility and the only bright spot of my darkness, goes into the hands of that villain.

Wallace won't wait a moment, but will stand up to her and then discard her, as if it’s a thing.

Aside from all that, but in the end it would most likely end up dead, or sold to whoever offered the most to pay. So passed many before her, those women, who had the bad fortune to meet in life a devil named Richard Wallace.

I open the envelope and start flipping through her recent photos. She's running with a girl.

She is not even aware that she is going to sign a pact with the devil today.

And perhaps she knows?

Anyway, he won't succeed in what he set out to do, no, if I'm alive, I think as I put the photos on the table and try my best to stabilize my breathing.

"Thank you, Victor. You can go. "- I say, sighing deeply, as if suffocating.

Victor walks towards the door, then turns abruptly towards me:

,,Are you OK? Don't do anything stupid by any chance, boy. "

I look in his direction and meet his questioning gaze.

I wave my hand and just say something to him, but I give up.

Victor approaches the door and grabs the handle:

'Patience, boy. Just patience. We won't sit idly by either. "

I nod my head affirmatively, to dispel any doubts.

As soon as he jumped the threshold and slammed the door, I went back to the photos.

The longer I watched her, the more I imagined the darkest scenarios in my head and all those scariest things that could happen to her.

Anger overcame me to the point that I knocked everything off my desk in one fell swoop.

And then I pick up the phone and dial Luis' number.

"Louise, keep taking photos, but this time send it to my cell phone." - I issue an order and hang up.

Then I go out in front of the villa and gather the people around me.

I give them a lecture for a few minutes about how incompetent they are.

That land was supposed to be ours, and we practically gave it to Wallace on a tray.

"Sir, we have heard some stories ... Wallace threatened the former owner that he would kill all those closest to him if he did not sell it to him.

He was ... "- says one of my people, without even looking up at me.

"He was what, Arnold? Forced? And why didn't you force him first? "- I shout as much as I can, but they just keep quiet.

"I guess I shouldn't teach you that much!"

Well, fuck! "- I keep shouting, walking among them.

"You need to know how things work in our world:

Eat, or you'll be eaten. And I'm not anyone.

I am a SCORPIO! "