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Although he hadn't had a big party, he had a good time, I don't think his parents ever crossed his mind even though the letters were given to him by David and he never looked at them. I arrive at the house, Ginevra receives the girls while I go with my brothers who guide me to the warehouse where they already have the man tied up.
Our house has been fixed up, there is no trace of the party or of the blood spilled, however, I notice the shell casings on the ground and it is not one. They are many. The moment Piero appears on my radar I smash my fist against his face, I open his cheek, I hit him again with my fist, breaking his nose.
—Tell me right now where the hell they took him.
"You know , Salvatore, we came to distract people, we offered some of ourselves," he spits the blood against my shoes, "and you were a bitch, these bastards were the same, they only shot a couple of times and that's it."
-Where is?!
—Do you want to end this? Do you want to find it? —She starts laughing, blood flows from the wounds I already gave her—. Go to Calabria, have the balls to face the war without it becoming too small, because if you are here moving others it is only because you are afraid. Go to Calabria, there is your personal whore's friend.
I do a single complete turn on my feet and then grind him with my fists, blood spurting out, staining the cuffs of my shirt while my brothers just admire. I don't stop, the word is still in my head.
-It's my wife! —Vociferous—. Salvatore Marino's wife.
CHAPTER 16
CREATING A LADY
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Emily
I felt my chest rise and fall, terror climbed from my feet to my head, leaving me with a slight warning of what could happen the more time we let pass. I wasn't prepared, I only had a few days of training, so I can't run out to find my best friend. Ginevra and Brenda the nanny were entertaining Trixi in the living room while I stayed in the dining room with the usual letters from my parents. I take a knife to open the envelope and take out all the contents.
I put the letter along with the photos. Each of them is divided into two families, which bothers me because I am not going to hide that I have always been territorial and never wanted to share my parents. Dad is with mom hugging in front of the house, something normal. The second photo is of Loren, Maxim and dad being the amazing family; It seems that he is happier in that house and I don't understand why he makes mom stay with him. Maybe because Loren is tough with him and Mom always has a plate ready for when she gets home from work or visiting the other family. Don't know.
In the third photo they are all together, although they try to coexist by uniting all the members, there is no good harmony. Dad with that intense chocolate hair almost black like mine, mom with those eyes that shine like gold and that beautiful smile that always appears on her mouth when she is having a good time. Will it be like this?
I don't know, Maxim is the only one who stays away from my mother Selene, she is always hugging her mother or dad. I separate the photos and the letter is the same.
«We hope you can come soon to spend a birthday with your family, with all of us. We love you, Emily, happy birthday.
I remember the conversations I had with David, we were the brothers we never had despite having our own brothers. We met through college, mom taught us many things and one of them is that friendships can be counted on the fingers of one hand; real friendships. Because of course, every human being who knows how to get along with people can acquire countless friends, but real friends? There are few of them, I can see my hands, I have ten fingers and I only have one real friendship.
David.
I don't need my family, my sister or anything from them because David and I have taken care of each other for many years. We have applauded each other's achievements without having to pretend and look envious, because we have nothing to covet. We are both brothers, we are companions who have continued together holding hands to face our problems. That is why I want to help, this means giving more time to my classes, my training and filling myself with knowledge or I will not be able to recover it.
When Salvatore and his brothers enter the dining room I notice the blood that covers their hands, Domenico for his part leaves the knife full of blood on the table. In a bowl, I take a match, throw the letter with the photos and set it on fire while I receive the attentive gaze of those three men.
-What happened?
I try not to break, I try to be strong because I know perfectly well that crying and praying will not make my friend appear out of nowhere in this house in my arms.
"Last night all the guests arrived believing the lie, we recognized Alessio and Massimo's men immediately, they didn't cover up, they didn't hide," Leone says, confused, snapping his fingers, making all the servants move. We managed to kill several, around fifteen men came and we only captured one.
The maids arrive with the drinks, distribute the glasses and place the ice and then pour the liquid. Salvatore, in his case, sits next to me watching them remove the bowl with the photos and everything that is burning; He doesn't drink a glass, he doesn't drink a single drop of alcohol, but I notice how much he wants it.
—Piero is Alessio's dog, apparently what he told us is that they knew it was a trap, but they already had their movements well calculated, so he only came to give a message. —Domenico adds. Who remains in his seat deliberating what to do, what to say and how to do it without putting me on alert.
Late, since I heard the anguish rippling in my best friend's throat all my defense mechanisms turned on.
“They came to surrender,” Salvatore clears his throat, his warmth covering my hand that was resting on the table when he puts his hand against mine. Because that would make them leave us the message and Piero was the perfect man to do it. Did they take David to Apulia? We won't know until my spies return in an hour; However, it is very likely that they would take him there because that would mean that they would take us out of our area to be able to fight - he lets out a breath of air, cold and dry -. And that is what we will do, there will not be a massive attack because we are entering a field that we have not analyzed, so we will go to hide it, and do some things that can benefit us.
The silence extends, the glasses crashing against the table are the only thing my ears perceive. Ultimately I want to help, I don't want to be left behind because it is something I owe to David. For a long time since the Marinos interfered in my life—or I in theirs—he has been taking care of me. He was looking for ways to help me without harming me because he knows that I have an enemy behind me for a long time.
—What are we going to do?
