CHAPTER 13

I'm in the room, combing my hair. The routine bores me, and I don't find much to do here. The last few days Aleksander has been conspicuous by his absence, it is likely that he is in my country, that alerts me. Konstantinov is shown as a prestigious executive, upright, perfectionist and demanding, but his employees do not know that he is a real murderer, I do not blame them for being unbelievers, who would believe that a gangster could look so good in a suit and tie? Verónika told me about it, even angry about what happened with her partner, she told me about Aleksander's two sides; I have heard of deaths these days, it is not a surprise, it is the most common thing that happens in a world like this. Dimitri, Amber and a couple of men murdered by the Ferreti mafia. That last name sounds familiar, I remember hearing it before or it is common and so I have immediately associated it with someone I may have seen.

I'm braiding my hair, I need to put the plan in motion, maybe I can make it change. They say that we all have a good side, even so hidden that it cannot be seen, but that it can manifest itself if we try. I don't know if there is light inside Konstantinov, on the outside it is the opposite of clarity, even so I question it.

Taking into account what he has done to me, it seems ridiculous to believe that a monster like him could contain light in his darkened soul.

"Moon.

I jump, scared. I've been so distracted that I didn't notice when they opened the door. It's Alena, seeing her here after what happened catches me off guard. I don't know what to do, I must apologize.

"Alena, I...

"No, don't say anything"his eyes meet mine, luckily I find no trace of blows on his face. I find no evidence of torture.

"I'm very sorry, I don't even deserve you to speak to me. Verónika told me " I whisper, the guilt does not stop annihilating.

"Stop it, you didn't force me to do anything, I wanted to help you and I took my own risk. We can't talk so much, Aleksander has reminded me of my position here and I don't want to lose my job, nor the place where I live. "He explains, it means that we are not going to interact like before.

It makes me sad, on the other hand it is the best for both of us.

"Understand.

"Yes, you have to understand, it is a miracle that he continues to allow me to come. Anyway, I just came to bring you lunch, it's olivie or salad," he adds, bringing the food closer to me, it's also a miracle that it's not soup.

"Thank you so much

"I baked some cookies, here," he informs, handing them to me wrapped in a tissue. Don't let Aleksander know.

"Yes, don't worry, thanks Alena.

"Don't worry, I have to go now," he smiles a little.

I nod with a smile.

I try the cookies, end up eating a couple, then another and another. I can't stop, it's been a long time since a sweetness crossed my palate. They are very good. My appetite doesn't end, the lunch that Alena brought smells exquisite. Chicken with potatoes, along with carrot, egg, peas and mayonnaise. I devour everything in a flash. Finally I drink every last drop of the orange juice.

Satisfied with everything I have gobbled up, I digest sitting on the couch, curled up and pretending that no matter how little, I am still alive, in its domain and clutches.

I head to the bathroom, I can't help but look at myself in that mirror, the reflection exposes all my wounds.

It seems unbelievable that in one fell swoop, overnight, in the blink of an eye I have lost everything. My life, my happiness, my future turned to nothing. I am a victim, a caged bird whose wings have been cut, so I cannot be reborn, I cannot take flight. I look in the mirror, I find a torn angel, the violet marks that cross my fluffy soul are so intense that they break the lenses of my eyes. I cry.

I cannot contain myself, in front of him I encapsulate him, alone I do not restrain the sorrows that are not mitigated by anything. Indignant I sit in the immaculate bathroom, empty, I experience that all my corners have been stripped of peace.

I touch my shoulder, the scar and the bitter memory mix as I caress that affected part with my fingers. Knowing that there is more behind me takes my breath away. Dealing with it sucks. I have no ammunition, I am free of weapons, I always have been, I am the target. All the bullets headed towards me won't stop.

I go back to the room, sit on the couch waiting for him to arrive so I can be able to try. It's outside. The expletives on the other side of the door disturb the silence, on top of that the discussion arises in their language. I don't understand a single word, because of the commotion, I don't rule out that there will be more insults and rudeness.

"*Oni idioty chto li!"exclaims Aleksander, angered by the voice

"*My reshim and your problem.

"I want you to follow the instructions, you have twenty"four hours to kill that bastard! "He," he warns. understood?

"*Da ser!

There are steps that move away, but those that belong to the man I fear most, stay. He makes an appearance, emboldened, breathing hard. With exasperated sighs it is clear that I must be careful. I don't want to be his punching bag, so when he addresses me, I tremble on the couch and cautiously move to the bed. I sense that there will be attacks, I guess that I will fall again and the pain will be worse.

"My father is dead, damn him," he says, approaching like an animal. He's dead, you son of a bitch!

He pounces on me, he crushes me with his burly physiognomy and I can hardly breathe. I choke, defeated by his muscle mass combined with the madness injected into his blood that turns his strength into a missile.

"I'm sorry," I manage to say with oxygen scarce in my lungs. No, of course I'm not sorry, I'm not sorry, rather I'm glad that criminal succumbed, but what else can I tell you? What are you going to do?

"With you? "Foolishness appears on his lips ". I want to do so many things to you, Luna. My father has left without being able to see you, and do you know what his last wishes were?

I remain silent, but I guess my death.

"Let him kill you, I will do his will, Lunita.

I'm not wrong.

"It's not new, I already knew it." I hold his gaze, famished. You are sick, so much so that it makes you sad.

"Say what you want, Luna. With that unpleasant vocabulary you are further from being able to get out, and closer to your end.

"Do it once and for all, kill me here and now if you want. Because waiting is worse than knowing that you are going to take my life one of these days " I challenge him, courage is furtive, fleeting, it has dissipated with his gaze like a poisonous snake ". D"do it.

"It won't be when you ask me, but when I decide.

I smile unwillingly, bitterly. She is on top of me, her hot breath hitting my face and her perfume saturating the space, accentuating her dominant position and my fragility to the same degree.

"I think you're delaying it, and not because you want to," I dare say.

"What the hell are you implying?" "Growl, I don't need to answer her stupid question.

I hate with all my might to fall with him into the same sensation that awakens in the form of a devastating vortex. I want to feel disgust, disgust, rejection towards his body, but he is a lighter and I am a match, victim of the flame that burns below, in each of us, I can feel how he passes through us.

"Take me, Aleksander, the intention is tacit in your eyes. Do it at once.

He narrows his eyes, suspicious.

My attitude disconcerts him, it's obvious, he doesn't understand why I suddenly act boldly.

"What are you playing? "She questions.

I deny.

"Anyway, you're going to force me to be with you, I don't play anything, I just don't care what you do with me, and if you want to do it, go ahead," I assure, I'm surprised that those words come out of my mouth, I just hope to get a breakthrough and not in vain.

I think he will refuse, he is forced to get excited about things, and now that I give myself to him he will most likely reject me outright. However, when I think that he will move away from him, his mouth attacks my lips, his hands tread treacherously over my body; The mixture that crazy my senses triggers the beats of my heart, for the first time I attend to the need to kiss him with the same intensity.

"You're definitely not Luna," he states on my lips that claim him thirsty.

It goes beyond my limits, I just want to experience what I feel again, to feel more alive than dead at least for a single second.

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Translation:

1. "*Are they stupid or what!

2. "*Let's solve this problem.

3. "*Yes, sir!