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Chapter: "Unexpected Turns"

Italy, Capri.

Italy, a paradisiacal, picturesque and beautiful place to which I have been dragged to become captive on one of its islands, Capri. Belonging to the Bay of Naples in Italy, famous for its rugged scenery, exclusive hotels and commerce, that has been Aleksander's choice.

The villa is more than a sophisticated property, it is elegant. Not to mention the lush garden features. In addition to being modern and minimalist, an open-plan interior, but with captivating outdoor gardening. I had never been in a similar place.

The temperatures are not as harsh as in Russia, even so the winter here comes in constant rainfall and humidity, therefore it is cold; the sky is clear, totally sunny, but it is 14 degrees centigrade. I'm warm, I advance to perch on the railing of the villa where we are staying. The natural beauty is truly impressive, its name, the air that you breathe.

But perfection does not exist, I am a prisoner in a beautiful place, this is far from vacation. Luckily, Aleksander has spent all his time in a room that he uses as an office, for that reason alone I have been able to be calm. Exempt from the acrimony that exudes, I can cope with these days.

It's been two weeks in Italy, the middle of a different December. The month makes me nostalgic, the longing to be with my family knots a permanent pain in my throat, it is not possible that I am so far from them and the embrace increasingly distant. I can't stop thinking about the letter, I did my best to write it, and I forgot it under my pillow. I just hope that no one takes it, that it is not discovered.

Looking at the horizon, a wonderful beautiful panorama, my head invokes my deepest thoughts, the ones that cross and stop me in introspection. I've left so many things behind: a brilliant college career, family, my assistant position at the company, good friends. None of them have to do with my kidnapping, and I mistakenly came to see possible culprits.

I feel that I take Grace's place, she is the one that would be in my place if it weren't for my little sister being more protected than I am, and I didn't want one or two men with testosterone surpluses to become my shadow. I learned my lesson when that Italian surprised me in the company's underground parking lot. I had no one to save me, I was sorry.

I never imagined that it was the mafia, much less that it would pass into the hands of a stronger clan: the claws of the wolf, a ruthless Russian who has taken so many unexpected turns in my life.

Sigh, sigh over and over.

My life is a movie, it is a bad dream that I will never wake up from because I am not actually asleep, and what I live is the evil present that Aleksander has taken care of giving me.

I return to the table where I usually eat, outdoors, feeling the light wind blowing over everything. Breakfast has been served by the lady, of whom I don't even know her name; the food is variated. I want a little of everything. I start with a sip of juice. This time it has brought me more than usual, it is too much for me.

The reason comes with the appearance of Aleksander, I am paralyzed. He takes me by surprise, he never eats with me. Knowing that he has already put his illicit business "in order" only means that my little peace of mind is over. Because otherwise I would not be there, less so relaxed.

"Good morning," he greets.

That he does it in an affectionate tone disloys me.

"Good morning, Aleksander," I return, begin to eat.

He joins me, at all times he looks at me, but I don't connect with him. I pretend to miss his eye contact. The thing I least expected was for his palm to rest on mine. Reluctantly, I watch his fingers brush the back of my hand. Is it a malicious caress? I don't know what he's looking for, what he's trying ...

"I want to propose something to you."

-A proposal? I repeat, stupefied.

"That's what I said," he says roughly, I nod, there is no need for him to become inflexible. Marry me moon

Unable to move and his words, I open my eyes wide I can't believe his proposal. I could expect everything from him, but never this. I have been speechless, I have not processed it yet, and the way he has said it so directly, without anesthesia ... Is it a joke?

On the other hand, why did he say that? I'm not even going to accept.

I remove my hand from hers, undoing the contact. I deny, I decline repeatedly.

"I won't do that," I say, it's my decision and I'll stick with it. It's absurd, and you can't make me be your wife. What do you win with that? All I know is that I will always lose.

"Let's do it," he tries to convince me. I need a wife, Luna.

"Get someone else to do you a favor, don't involve me in this madness," I deny, I won't make the mistake of nodding, I won't give her the answer she's looking for. Why do you do it?

"Stability, I need to settle down, make others see that I am a familiar man."

, it is my condition and he needs a wife. I must be smart, seize the moment.

"Aleksander," I call out to him, before he leaves. I do not want to consummate the marriage, I do not see why having sex if it will be a sham.

"Are you making a condition for me?" "She questions her, she challenges me and I already fear the answer."

-Me…

"The sex won't end, and don't cross the lines with me, Luna." You are more interested in this proposal, it is about your life, so don't make me retract all this, do you understand? "He's serious, I'm not moving, I'm not saying a word, I should have assumed it would suit me better, and if he repents there won't be another chance."

Seat.

"Perfect," she leaves.

Bufo, all this food will be lost, I don't feel like eating, but I will force myself to take a bite to eat so as not to feel weak for the rest of the day. After eating three pieces of toast and half with jam, I am satisfied.

The hours go by quickly, at the speed of light noon has arrived, too soon that it will be time for lunch. I have been bored on a sofa, I have not seen it again.

I decide to enter, the great room that belongs only to the living room is absent from him, it is not even in the kitchen. I wonder if there is the possibility of using the space, I know some kitchen things, I want to do it in order to kill the monotony.

"I thought you were going to stay out all day," he talks to me.

He spun on my heels, there's Aleksander with a towel tied around his hip, his toned, muscular torso and arms adorned with droplets; he barely shows the bullet scar on one of his arms. He's got all that messy hair, he just took a shower and he looks perfect. He gives me a deep look that unsettles me and dries my mouth.

Suddenly I start to hyperventilate and the coat I'm wearing is getting in the way.