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A relationship.
A family.
A friendship.
A world.
Something, people always build something.
“Salvatore,” I cradle his face in my hands. Let's do this together, whatever happens, I thank you that in such a short time you have given me every tiny part of your being, that you showed me your world, that you really showed me who you are and that you saw something in me that I couldn't see. —I descend with my fingers to his chest to feel his heart—. Whatever happens, thank you for fighting for mine, because after this I assure you that you are also part of mine.
-We are yours?
—They are my family, diavolo.
—It will always be like this until you decide to end this. If you no longer like Emily, with me you will always be free to do whatever you want.
I cling to him in a hug that lets him feel, touch with intensity each of my emotions that I had retained for many years. No, I had not been so expressive with Fabian when he began to change and despite believing in beautiful loving relationships, I never thought I could have one where my partner would help me grow.
It would help me piece together the mess I had of my own puzzle.
—I don't want to leave, not if it's not with you, love.
He hugs me completely, resting his chin on my head and begins to slide his hands down my back.
—I don't want you to leave either, love, ever.
—Am I yours even in death Marino?
—Yes, you are mine, myprincipessauntil the fire consumes us.
—And until your own hell eats me.
"Ours," he murmurs softly, "our hell, Emily."
For one second we detach ourselves, the next our tongues attack each other like spears because our body needs that security and strength that we can only give to each other. A quiet dance that has certain very high notes that make the hairs on my body stand up, I cling to her body to feel it against mine. It gives me the warmth I need to feel safe, shortly after I take off and I stay hugging him feeling full.
The hours pass, we return to work and when the food arrives Tamara carries a crumpled paper in her hands. Finally, he leaves my drink on the table and then sits next to me, a great confidant along with Nadia. Those women who protect me, who helped inspire me when I was feeling down, are part of my inspiration.
Because if they were strong warriors , I also wanted to be like them.
—They are prostituting him, they have done him a lot of harm.
I take the yellowish sheet that Tamara brought for me, Salvatore approaches when he sees that I am left blank, without a single hint of color. He puts his hands on my shoulders and then tilts his head and sees what's there. My friend is chained to an empty gray wall, he has blood everywhere, bruised in certain important areas and he is naked.
Prostitute of the Rinaldi family.
I read the headline, my eyes travel to the short information that for gangsters they have a very good sales strategy. I'm not stupid, I noticed the signs that were on the street and Salvatore helped me evade it, even though I wasn't prostituting myself for the Rinaldi family, I was naked in the streets even though I was wearing a simple outfit right now.
Man of good health, bisexual, house slave and looking for good prospects to be able to get some good coins for his daily bread. Don't forget to make offers, here we are all free from sin, here all men need a little meat to satisfy our needs.
Exclusive services of the Rinaldi family for its people.
I put the paper down, but the man behind me takes it to show his brothers. I am petrified because now I know that they have hurt him, they have damaged him and I don't know if they have touched him to the point of breaking him completely. Carrying a permanent mark on the deepest thoughts that are unlikely to come out is the worst sentence for every human being.
Tamara leaves the table to let the boss stand next to me, she looks for my hands that do not stop shaking, although I do not cry like a little girl realizes that the tears threaten to jump without mercy or any control.
—Let's put an end to all this, I promise.
