CHAPTER 38

CHAPTER 38

ENRICO CASANOSSA

ENRICO WAS TAKEN to Gwen's apartment by Carlos Ortiega. His things that were thrown in the hallway quickly disappeared, taken by neighbors who were waiting for the right time to act and profit from the neighbor — and the world's best known outlaw.

Carlos Ortiega bragged the whole trip for being the master's favorite — Enrico didn't understand why Ortiega always called Donald Dunhill a master, but he also never questioned it, after all, Enrico knew Ortiega hated him, after all, when they met, Donald Dunhill had promised his daughter to him, but Enrico came ahead, promising a thousand things for Gwen's sake. Carlos Ortiega swore by himself that he would kill Enrico, but Gwen always interceded with her father for her husband, and for that reason Donald Dunhill never allowed them to lay a single finger on Enrico, especially Ortiega.

Carlos Ortiega spoke of all the famous victims he had done in the year and a half that Enrico was away — Enrico was more and more scared to know that he was going to be the victim, and the favorite, of that maniac who loved to kill for the simple pleasure of hearing himself. the fall to the ground — Carlos Ortiega had killed five governors, three Latin presidents who opposed him in government and two popes, after that, the Catholic Church decided to faithfully collaborate with Donald Dunhill's plans, no one knew how Ortiega managed to do those feats, everyone they simply knew he was the best at what he did.

Ortiega loved to talk about the fear he saw in people's eyes — he only killed if he saw the fear in someone's eyes, if there was no fear, he forced the person until he could make them feel the fear in them — unfortunately no one ever made it out alive to tell a story and brag about being the only one to get out of your hands alive.

Enrico heard that the executioner also loved to taste the blood of his victims, he always put his index finger in the hole — either knife or shot — and tasted the nectar that only the blood gave him. Carlos Ortiega even joked with Enrico saying that if he wasn't next on the list, he would have the privilege of participating in a banquet with him, after all, if the master liked him, why couldn't he like him a little bit too?

Dunhill like me? That is an extremely funny joke... — thought Enrico trying to get rid of the thoughts, that he would be dead in a few hours.

Enrico was terribly afraid of Ortiega. He always wore sunglasses. Once, Enrico saw through the slit of his glasses that Carlos Ortiega's eyes were red as blood — it was something surreal — , even so, Enrico had a green card for being the boss's son-in-law, so no one could lay a finger in the future heir to the entire Dunhill empire, at least that's what Enrico thought.

When they arrived at the apartment where Enrico lived with Gwen, Carlos Ortiega tied Enrico to the chair — which Ortiega considered his favorite — took another chair and sat down — with it upside down — leaning his head between his arms resting on the back. from the chair, staring into Enrico's eyes.

— Now, all we have to do is wait for the master to start the game — said Ortiega with the same sarcasm as always.

Ortiega took off his glasses and Enrico saw the fear he felt flow through him. Those eyes were a bottomless pit, radiating hate, terror, love of death...

Love not... pleasure for the death...

Those eyes showed no rancor at pulling the trigger, or at torturing someone, it was pleasurable for him, if many people feel pleasure when they have sex with someone — just like Enrico — Carlos Ortiega felt the same pleasure when he killed someone, especially when he had time. to kill little by little, that was fun for him.

Ortiega said that he would not be the one to do the work, that he also had not gagged him because the master loved to hear the cries of pain from his victims — or his victims — that no matter how much he wanted, he could never override the orders of the master. teacher.

Without realizing it, Enrico urinated in his pants.

AFTER SIX HOURS OF WAITING, Donald Dunhill has finally arrived, as a king arrives at his court, filled with unique glory. His two private security guards were waiting at the door — one on either side. Donald Dunhill walked in alone, took off his Armani blazer, tossed it on the sofa, and walked over to Enrico.

Donald Dunhill took hold of Enrico's chin carefully and then delivered a blow that made Enrico see stars — and nearly pass out.

Carlos Ortiega watched everything without showing the slightest feeling — neither joy nor sadness, he just watched him coldly, without even blinking.

— You're the most innocent person I've ever met Enrico Fuerte — Donald said, emphasizing the fuerte — look at the news on television... I'm adored all over the world. — I managed to convince the idiots of the Middle East to put a stop to their ridiculous war, hear the people screaming my name... I'm a god now, Enrico... a god... — he shouted. You were very lucky to have been the son-in-law of a god, you know?

Enrico stared silently at his father— in— law, enjoying all his victories and his glory.

— Wonderful things happen wherever I go,— Donald Dunhill continued, boasting, — people have been definitively cured of cancer, AIDS, we are ending hunger and misery around the world, the UN is more at my feet than ever, even the Vatican with its old and incredulous priests applaud me, did you know that the current Pope was a childhood friend of my family? Of course you didn't know... you're useless.

Donald gave a laugh that sent shivers through Enrico's entire body.

Donald threw him another punch that this time broke three of Enrico's teeth, which he spat out with a force that was beyond his limits.

— I'm going to tell you a little secret of our own, Enrico Fuerte... — Donald said in a whisper in his ear — I'm the antichrist that madmen preach, I'm the personification of all evil, the man who will rule the world, who will bring chaos to the world we know. My armies are ready to loot every church in the world and so start the biggest hunt in all of history, what that incompetent imbecile Hitler did is going to be nothing like what I'm going to do to everyone in the world if you think the Jews suffered in the last century, what christians will see will be child's play, a pity you won't be alive to see it, Enrico, I've always liked you, you're the best at what you do, just like me... the difference between us two is that I was born for success and you for failure, your gift is to run away, Enrico, like a mouse with its tail between its legs, only I'm a relentless hunter, I never fail, Enrico...

Donald came face to face with Enrico, looking into his son-in-law's eyes, and when Donald Dunhill least expected it, he got a bloody spit right in his right eye.

Enrico tried to laugh, but he couldn't, his body hurt a lot, those punches did a lot more damage than Enrico imagined.

I can't even enjoy my moment of glory... — thought Enrico angrily with himself.

Enrico had hoped that this one hit on his father-in-law Donald Dunhill's ego would get it over with, but Donald just asked Carlos to fetch his favorite instrument of torture from the bedroom.

WHEN ORTIEGA got up, the door was burst open unexpectedly and the hooded intruder shot Donald and Ortiega, who fell backwards hard, shattering the glass table Enrico had bought for his and Gwen's fifth wedding anniversary.

Enrico couldn't see anything anymore because of the two overwhelming punches he took from his father-in-law.

The hooded invader untied him and helped him to escape by supporting him on his left shoulder. Enrico's legs weren't very tired, but from the waist up.

— It's going to be okay, I'll take care of you — the hooded man said to Enrico, but he heard the voice very far away.

That voice sounded familiar to him, Enrico didn't know if it was better to die at that moment, or to anticipate his death, but he was happy, after all, Enrico was the king at what he did, escaping from trouble was his talent, his fame couldn't end like this. day to night.

Enrico passed two dead security guards without realizing it — he almost tripped over the one next to him.

They got out of the building without any problems.

WHEN THE SAVIOR OF THE HOMELAND and Enrico got into the van, the invader took off his hood and Enrico realized — before closing his eyes and fainting — that it was a very beautiful woman who had saved him.

I'm lucky even in that... — Enrico thought sarcastically before passing out.

IN THE ROOM WHERE THE TWO bodies lay on the floor, a scene took place that few people would have imagined could happen in the world of the living. The gunshot fired by the invader at Donald Dunhill only grazed him, but the scare was so great that he couldn't react.

Donald opened his eyes, moved his mouth as if he were chewing gum.

Donald Dunhill spat on Carlos Ortiega who immediately woke up completely unharmed because of the ballistic vest.

The shot had grazed too.

— Get up, Carlos — ordered Donald Dunhill with a smile on his face — we've got a good hunt ahead of us.

Carlos Ortiega got up without speaking, gave Dunhill a smile, grabbed his coat and left.

DONALD WALKED TO THE WINDOW, looked at the runaway car, and said:

— The fun is just beginning, my dear son-in-law... — Donald Dunhill looked at the horizon with a look that showed all the perversity in his heart — it's just... it's just beginning...

***

ENRICO WAS UNAWAKEN for four days in a row, but when he woke up, he was already much better, he felt almost no pain.

Enrico got up and calmly looked for the woman who had saved him, he was trying to get used to stepping on the ground again and getting used to that new place.

When suddenly a hand touched him gently on the shoulder, Enrico realized it was Alicia.

— I see that sleeping beauty has woken up — said Alicia in a joking tone — I'm glad to see you're doing much better, I was afraid of losing you.

— But how... — he tried to say, but he was too confused to ask any questions, Enrico knew that everything was out of order, nothing made sense in his head.

Why had she saved him?

Nothing really made sense to Enrico.

Alicia affectionately touched her face and said:

— Calm down, honey, I'll explain everything to you.

Alicia gave him a peck kiss on Enrico.

Alicia explained that she had once made a promise to Gwen that she would take care of Enrico if she died first, as her father would never forgive him for that, and since Gwen knew that Alicia was in love with Enrico, no one better than her to take care of him.

ENRICO WAS AWESOME WITH the revelation that the woman of his dreams was in love with him, Enrico had a lot of fascination with Alicia, but he never suspected that she talked in her sleep and Gwen knew everything from the day they met at a dinner at the house from Donald's, where his father-in-law had invited all the great men of America — they were all present, even Vice President Joel Graham gave the air of grace.

Enrico practically devoured Alicia with his eyes.

A short time later, Donald Dunhill arrived and said in Enrico's ear:

— I know what you're thinking, kid, I told you once, one misstep and you're gone, do you understand? — Your eyes scream Alicia's name, and I'll make you scream in pain if you touch a strand of her hair... I hope I'm clear... everything you see here is mine, and I have one. sick jealousy for all that is mine...

Donald Dunhill knew better than anyone to see the fear in people's eyes. He didn't even need his son-in-law's answer, the fading glow in Enrico's eyes said it all, even if his thoughts of seeing that extraordinarily beautiful brunette, with a body carved to sin, naked in his bed, were racing.

Alicia promised Gwen that she would take care of Enrico, after all, they both needed each other's body heat to protect their hearts from loneliness — especially Enrico, since Alicia was one of the most promising lawyers in New York.

Alicia was also enchanted by Enrico, he was at the peak of his form, athletic body, face like an angel, he had a soft voice when talking to her, he had a certain feminine touch, Enrico exuded sensuality, and Alicia noticed it from the first moment..

They were made for each other...

ALICIA GOT VERY RICH after most people died.

She defended the thesis that:

I didn't know what had happened and that, I wasn't even interested in knowing...

Since the only person he liked was Gwen, because at first he had made friends with her for money, but then he realized that she had a pure heart and loved to help people, it was impossible not to like her.

Alicia realized that she would never have a heart like that, and that filled — in a way — the big void in her heart, but Alicia never admitted that, after all, she couldn't fool herself, she was passionate about money, she did everything to have it. it and being close to those who had a little to share with her.

Enrico realized that his wife had left him a guarantee, as his father would never let him enjoy a single penny of his immense fortune. Enrico felt bad — in a way — for never having truly fallen in love with Gwen — even though she was the most beautiful person inside this world, but it's like they say:

Inner beauty is only for yourself, because you are the only one who sees...

Enrico felt remorse in his heart, he realized that he would never do something like that for her, if it was him, he would have left her on the street of bitterness, and he wouldn't have thought twice, he realized how petty he was and that his life wasn't worth a not even a cent.

WHEN ENRICO FELL INTO BED with Alicia, his inner demons decided to give him a break to enjoy his well — deserved prize — and what a prize… — to finally lie down in the bed he had dreamed of for seven long years.

Enrico could finally feel the heat and softness of that dark skin brushing his body, Alicia's breasts were two mountains that Enrico ardently wanted to climb with his mouth in his dreams, in the curves of her body... he had completely lost himself...

After that crazy sex that they both thought was fantastic, Alicia said:

— Don't worry Enrico, I'll take care of you, Donald has always considered me a daughter, after all, he is the UN peace ambassador in the present day, and as his daughter has always been a fish out of water in his world, Donald always saw me with good eyes...

Enrico looked at the ceiling thoughtfully and asked:

— Have you slept with him yet?

Alicia smiled and replied:

— You were the only sticker on my album that was missing... do you think it's easy for a woman to get to the place I arrived? I would say that I hardly ever slept with someone to get everything I wanted... after all, I have a beautiful body for that, why not take advantage of it?

Alicia burst out laughing that should have put fear in Enrico's heart, but contrary to what she had in mind, Enrico felt comfortable finally getting a good night's sleep since arriving in America.

***

ENRICO SOMETIMES RETURNED his social life, even in secret. He let his hair grow, always wore a black leather jacket, grew a beard and wore ripped pants, a true 80s punk.

Two years had passed since Gwen's death and nothing bad had happened to him, on the contrary, Enrico was eating the best and the best, having sex with a woman who made love like a pornographic actress, his beautiful life of perks had come back even better.

He decided to trust Alicia, she said she would support him.

Why not? — He thought.

After all, he had been supported by Gwen for so many years, he was unlikely to get used to the life of toil again. Enrico had eaten too much Caviar to want to go back to the chicken and bird offerings on every corner of the New York suburbs.

Enrico was walking aimlessly along pier 53 when he saw from afar a pursuit of a supply truck, the truck hit everything in front of him, if Enrico didn't get out of the way, he would soon be the target.

Enrico hid behind a container and saw that scene of action so commonplace in that new world, after all, blowing up churches, persecuting priests, pastors, monks or members of religious faiths was the fashion of the moment.

When they hit the front tires, the truck ended up overturning and, by a miracle, a man about fifty years old got out of the cabin, staggering not knowing where to go.

Enrico ran to meet the old man and helped him out of that complicated situation — knowing that his life was also at risk, after all, the truck was about to explode, and even if it didn't, there was that car that was on his heels.

As soon as Enrico helped the old man to his seat, he looked over to where the truck was and saw a scene not very common in his time as a New York mob. Halguraisco and Ortiega got out of the car and shot the truck until it exploded.

Enrico was mesmerized by that situation, he was terrified of Ortiega and, when Carlos Ortiega looked back, he saw that there was someone behind a container watching them.

— Wait just a minute — Carlos Ortiega said to Halguraisco.

— Go fast, because the boss is waiting.

— I'll be responsible for the delay, don't bother me — Ortiega said gruffly to Halguraisco.

— But...

— Shut up, Halguraisco — he said, interrupting him authoritatively — what the hell, it's not enough to have to put up with the girl next to me and I still have to hear her voice? What the fuck... go and fuck someone else... get out of my sight soon.

Like Enrico, Halguraisco was terrified of Ortiega, those red eyes were the very reflection of the flames of hell to him — and Halgurisco was right.

When Ortiega arrived at the place where he had seen the spies, he smiled and said to himself:

— He really is smooth as an okra… — and he left.

ENRICO POUGHT HIS HEAD OUT of the water and finally took a breath, the old man came out right away with his help. The old man was almost out of breath when Enrico pulled him out of the water:

— Who are you and why were Carlos Ortiega and Halguraisco chasing you?

The old man looked at Enrico as if he didn't understand anything and said:

— My name is Father Rossi, Gianfrancesco Rossi, my pleasure and… — he took a breath to continue — thank you very much my young man, I hope I have not caused you too many complications, I know how dangerous that man is for men of God like us..

The priest was trying to catch his breath.

— You still haven't told me why Carlos Ortiega was chasing you, and something else... — he gave the old man a withering look — I'm not a man of God at all, I just don't turn him in because I have enough problems with Ortiega, now spill the old man, or die right here.

Father Rossi was explaining the real reason as they got out of the water.

The priest looked at the ground and held back tears.

— I was taking groceries to some religious fugitives, unfortunately that's the only way we can survive. Donald Dunhill invaded, robbed and blew up every Catholic temple in the world, the fortune that was valued at approximately fifty billion dollars is now in Dunhill's hands, he said it was to help the countries most in need.

— I think if the church spent more on the poor instead of washing themselves under golden faucets, the world would be a lot better, don't you think, old man?

The old man nodded in embarrassment.

— Unfortunately, even the church has bowed to the customs of the world, but even so, it is not fair to do so.

— Fair or not, you've lived too well for too many years now, the spell has turned against the sorcerer, the world is turned upside down, Dunhill has staged a coup d'etat at the UN, bribed every great leader, promising untold fortunes, wanting or not, these people have no choice, either bow their knees to the New World Order, or starve to death.

— Son... one mistake doesn't justify another...

Enrico absorbed those words thoughtfully, that old man risked his life to save other people, many of whom were not even of his religion:

What madman would do that in this world that was being molded into the ways of a madman like Donald Dunhill?

— I know what you must be thinking, son... I see all your questions in your eyes...

What the hell... — thought Enrico — does everyone read my thoughts through my eyes?

The old man laughed and continued:

— As much as all religious of other faiths believe in a God differently, they all seek him with peace and respecting the limits of the other, Christians, Muslims and Jews are children of the same father who is Abraham, why not join together and help each other in this painful moment?

Enrico nodded without saying anything, just listening to the old man's words.

— I realized that I was wrong, that damn Dunhill would never let the church work peacefully, it was a lot of illusion, he deceived me saying he would send us supplies, but when I arrived at our hostel, everything was already consumed by fire, thousands of Ku Klux Klan members they were hanging several black reverends that we sheltered and, having crucified the whites who were with them, only I managed to escape — until Ortiega realized it was me and came after me, if it weren't for you, I'd be dead now...

Enrico was not given to sentimentality, but he realized that he needed to help that poor priest, after all, they helped him so many times, why couldn't he return the favor? I just didn't want to carry that burden for too long.

Enrico hugged the old priest and talked for three straight hours, he even confessed to the priest — something he never imagined he would do in his life — but Enrico didn't think it was strange, he thought it was very good to be able to vent to someone, after all, not even everything was lost in that world so much more lost than he was, there was still a little friendship and companionship left for them.

As it was a very hot day, they waited to dry off and went to Alicia's house to decide what they would do with their lives from now on.

***

ALICIA WAS NOT AS RECEPTIVE as Enrico imagined, he had forgotten that she was as atheist as Dunhill — sometimes more, after all, everything men do, women have the innate gift to do a thousand times better, even more if they let.

— Enrico, you know that priests are a pain in the ass — she said while Father Rossi was in the bath — they'll keep questioning us about our romance, they love to stick their finger where they're not called, haven't you learned anything yet? Is it not possible that you are so innocent at that point?

— You wanted me to do what, Alicia? Let the poor guy die? You know that Ortiega has no pity or pity, the little we can help is already of great help, at least for him it was...

— That's enough, he's already here and we can't send him away, now... enough with the charities, please consult me first, please, after all, this isn't a hostel, it's hard enough to hide you, two then, it's just a miracle, and I don't believe it, you know that very well.

— I know...

Better than you can imagine... — he thought.

GIANFRANCESCO ROSSI CRIED every night asking God for forgiveness for everything he had done, he just wanted to ask his daughter's forgiveness, even if she killed him after everything he had put her through, he didn't want to be more cowardly, at least not this time.

Only Enrico heard the old priest's story, after all, Enrico loved stories, especially when they were sad. Alicia couldn't stand priests, so every time the sermons started, she left without saying anything.

Father Rossi did not condemn her, after all, if he had been in her shoes, he would have done the same.

Father Rossi knew that somehow, his presence bothered Alicia, he didn't know if she was adept at the new world, if she hated God for something, the most words they exchanged were just a hello, or, good morning, nothing else..

Contrary to the beginnings they had, Alicia became cold, a woman who carried a greater burden than she could bear. Enrico would love to know what was happening to her, after all, it had been too radical a change in such a short time.

A girl as hot as her couldn't have become so frigid...

Enrico saw in Father Rossi the father he didn't have, the conversations around the fire that they could have had, the hugs they could have exchanged, even though he didn't admit it, Enrico was completely needy. As Gwen was too romantic, there was no time for Enrico to think about it, but right now, that was all he needed. Alicia only satisfied him in bed, but it left a complete void in his heart, as she never asked how his day had been, what he had done that was so interesting, none of that, their conversations boiled down to:

Let's go to the bed? — I'm so needy today... — I woke up with a fire you can't imagine...

Gradually Enrico lost his charm for Alicia, despite the fact that she was the woman of his dreams — visually speaking — he knew that every dream had an end, and this one had been over for a long time...

THE THREE WERE SITTING IN THE ROOM in silence when the anchor of the CNN newspaper announced that from that day on, no one could buy anything else without the use of a special chip, it would be used as a credit card and would do a full body scan preventing any type of cancer that he may have in the future — in addition to being a powerful GPS, which always showed where each one was located, so the police could locate anyone they wanted to arrest, interrogate or simply locate.

Enrico knew that that chip was also a tracker and that his father-in-law would be on the lookout to catch it, that chip was the best way to control the people, after all, anyone who got an inch out of the way would be caught in the act, detectives never again.

The priest started to talk about the sign of the beast, but Alicia wasn't much for small talk — especially those litany that the bible told — she left the room as fast as she could.

Enrico listened more out of respect than interest, after all, the priest was as Christian as he was...

Both were there to enjoy that vacation in hell...

— We're going to have to get out of here urgently — said Alicia, trying to contain her despair — they know we're here, they're announcing on all channels that we're wanted by the FBI, CIA and INTERPOL, they're blaming us for the Central Bank robbery.

— But we don't leave here — said the priest.

Alicia ignored him.

— They made a kind of montage with their faces, they put a special emphasis on the priest and his community of rebel refugees — even though they knew they were all dead — but the population never dreamed of it.

They didn't even pack their bags, put on the best clothes they had and hurriedly left Alicia's apartment.

Unfortunately all the local police were out there and one person they wouldn't want to run into in their worst nightmares, Carlos Ortiega.

Ortiega was leaning against his Harley-Davidson smoking his favorite Cuban cigar, his eyes intent on every detail of the operation.

Police Captain Smith couldn't understand why the orders were to obey the stranger in the overcoat who didn't speak, but how the orders came from the new world ruler...

Who were they to question...

Ortiega could smell the fear in the air, he looked at every man who looked away from him, he felt sorry for those humans so weak and defenseless, his orders were clear, eliminate the three anyway, even if he had to kill all those policemen so that there are no witnesses.

Enrico, Alicia and Father Rossi quickly left through the back — before the entire police force closed in on the building.

Unfortunately they had to leave it all behind.

Alicia was the calmest among them, even though she was the one who suffered the most financial, social and everything else... after all, she was losing her luxury apartment. All his money was in banknotes and, from that week, everything would revolve around the credit card, there would be no more cash, the best way to control people would be virtual money, only those who had that chip could use it. it.

***

ALICIA WAS SMELLING MISERY again. She remembered what her life had been like before they adopted her. Her mother died when she was too young to remember and was abandoned by her father in an orphanage — after a stint with her grandparents — luckily, she was adopted by a very wealthy family, as rich in money as they were in feelings.

But Alicia eventually discovered that she should be cursed, as when she turned seventeen years old, her adoptive parents were cruelly murdered in their home. That day, Alicia was at a camp, and the news came like a bomb in her heart, after all, for the first time in her life she was feeling like a real human being, full of dreams, seeing a wonderful future.

She didn't have much money, as her adoptive parents hadn't put her name in their will and her brothers didn't like her beauty, they were sickly jealous and didn't miss the first opportunity to humiliate her.

Fortunately, it turned out that it was his own brothers who had killed his parents, but since they had kept all the money, it was easy to buy the judge and prosecutor and go free two years later.

The little money Alicia got was just enough to pay for her law school, but even then she had to prostitute herself to get some extra money to pay the bills and survive.

There were countless pornographic films and companions in his life during college. It was in this underworld that Alicia met Donald Dunhill, who was always very generous with her, in addition to giving her excellent payments — almost triple charged — he also introduced her to excellent clients.

Alicia first met Gwen while escorting a friend of Donald Dunhill's. Gwen rarely went to her father's parties, but on that date she always showed up, as it was her birthday and Donald made a point of showing all her friends that her daughter had a wonderful life — despite everything that had happened.

No one could understand the chemistry that existed between the two. Donald Dunhill didn't think it was bad — quite the contrary — he admired Alicia a lot, she was the best he'd ever slept with, he adored competent people, regardless of their profession.

Both Gwen and Alicia never had a true friend, one they could trust, apart from Gwen who took Alicia out of prostitution, she helped her in everything Alicia needed.

Alicia was never the same after she met her great friend — Gwen Dunhill.

After Gwen married Enrico, Alicia preferred to stay a while without seeing Gwen, after all, things were different now, but in fact, she hid the truth from her friend. Alicia had seen Enrico once with Gwen in a restaurant and she was completely in love with him, but she respected her friend, she didn't know what was so special about that beautiful skinny boy, the only thing she knew was that she was finally in love with someone for real.

Gwen had the gift of knowing her friend and it was she who said that Alicia was in love with Enrico, Gwen explained to her friend that her husband was also in love with her, only if they had an affair, her father would kill him, but as soon as if she — Gwen — died, Alicia would have to take care of Enrico so that Dunhill would never get his hands on him. Alicia more than ready made the promise, she just didn't expect it to go so quickly.

On the day the Christians disappeared, Alicia was taking care of a very complicated case and was almost giving up, but the prosecutor in the case was gone. The judge in charge — Judge Kellar — had an accident, ultimately, his biggest case was won, elevating her name from mid — range attorney to a high — ranking attorney.

The — Roberts Case — brought the prestige that any lawyer would dream of having, if it weren't for the disappearance of a third of the population, his victory would have won the main covers of newspapers and magazines, but even so, in the legal world his name was high. and his fortune began from there.

EVEN AFTER BEING A very successful lawyer, Alicia didn't stop dating many men, whether she wanted to or not, she ended up getting addicted to sex.

Alicia went out at least four times a week, not even she understood this obsession with being in someone else's bed, but like any good lawyer, conscience wasn't her strong point, so she enjoyed life in a very natural way.

Alicia didn't even remember when she had lost her virginity, she knew it had been in the orphanage, but it had been such a trauma that her mind had erased everything that had happened. Sometimes she was grateful for it, but sometimes she hated it, after all, Alicia desperately wanted revenge on her father, but because of this trauma, she never remembered the scoundrel's face, nor would she have imagined that he was that close.

ALICIA HAS A BRILLIANT idea.

She had once defended a couple — the Sheridan's — they were very rich, they didn't like to appear at parties and social events, they were very reserved, despite all their fortune, they gathered all that for themselves.

Father Rossi didn't like the plan very much, but Enrico knew it was this or nothing.

Alicia would murder them and take their place, she knew the chip had a small defect, if someone died, it would take half an hour for the central to declare death, that would give them enough time to rip the chips out and put them on their skins, they wouldn't implement it — necessarily — just superficially, if something went wrong it would be easy to get them out.

The plan worked, Tyler and Marie Sheridan didn't suspect anything and fell into the trap. Enrico fired two perfect shots, for the first time Enrico killed someone without flinching, shaking or vomiting.

They managed to spend the Sheridan family fortune in six months, which drew a lot of attention from the central, after all, the Sheridan's have always been discreet and never extrapolated.

An auditor went to their apartment and Enrico knew it was time to get out of that leaky boat, Father Rossi enters as soon as the auditor leaves.

— What happened? — Asked the priest, noticing the tense atmosphere.

— I think they found out — said Alicia, trying to organize her things to leave quickly — Enrico… come down and pack our car so we can escape.

Enrico grabbed the keys and ran downstairs. He left the car on the other block of the building.

WHEN ENRICO WAS entering the building two dirty boys framed him and took his gold ring, cell phone and car keys.

As soon as he entered the apartment, everything was ready for them to leave.

— Sorry, Alicia — he began — I was just robbed at the door of the building and they took my car keys.

Alicia's eyes filled with fury.

— You really are a good-for-nothing… — Alicia exploded towards Enrico — I can't believe I still ask for things from you, I'm surrounded by two useless incompetents…

— Look... — said the priest, but was soon interrupted by her.

— Look at you priest, who do you think you are? He doesn't do anything to help, he keeps giving lectures, could it be that if you were that important, your Jesus would have left you here in hell, dependent on a woman? — she said the word Jesus, sort of spitting on the priest — Look at the big shit you are...

Father Rossi lowered his head.

— You don't know how much it hurts to look at you, did you? — When Enrico brought you here, I swear I thought twice about shooting you...

— But why, my daughter? — He interrupted.

— Exactly because I am your daughter...