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I shrug my shoulders, I could say that I am a Don of the Italian mafia located in Calabria who manages millions of digits, kills and I have my businesses that give me satisfaction because they are at the top of everything, but I know that he does not want that answer and it is not The correct one.
"I don't know," I agree. Who are you Emily?
—I don't know either, I am dependent on a person who hurt me a lot because I think he infiltrated my head so he could make me addicted to his cruelty and... It's not good because I should only be dependent on what I myself I can offer.
—You can't believe that Fabian will change.
—And now I know, although his words continue to hurt because I loved him and when a person you love destroys you, it causes more than pain, it causes a destruction of the entire idea you had of a certain person —he puts his hand on my arm—. I think all this can help me define who I am, don't you?
I don't feel uncomfortable, something provokes me with his soft and warm touch that makes me disconnect all the cables from my head. When he moves away I return to my course.
—Maybe, Emily.
—I told you that everything could change if we did my rite of trust and you can trust, in some way I am interested in knowing everything that happens in the mafia, what it is made up of and what the 'Ndrangheta really is —his voice comes out in a plea that breaks me. His confidence promises so much that it doesn't make me doubt too much. I don't want to be a piece of furniture, I don't want to be just someone who is there, I want to be someone who does, provokes and can contribute.
-Safe? There will be no turning back, Emily.
—I won't regret it, I very rarely do it.
He stands up, takes my plate and his to take them to the sink, he doesn't wash them, he just smiles. I sense his intentions to retire to his room.
-I invite you to dinner. —I let go without further ado, my chest releases the heavy and doubtful air that it was holding. To be able to talk.
“This has already been dinner,” I look at her with confusion. I told you that this was always my game, my challenge, and I invited you to dinner first when I asked you to join me.
-Damned.
She starts laughing, it provokes the same thing in me, although it bothers me when she passes her hand over her mouth, hiding the white smile.
—I don't like dining alone, but I really wanted you to have dinner with me.
—Well done, Fiore.
—I told you I'd show you what it was like to play with me, Marino.
—I assumed there were no more games.
He snorts incredulously.
—It would take the fun out of all this, good night.
His fingers caress my arms as I stand up, I look down and wait for him to make a move. Neither of them moves until he drags his bare feet out of the kitchen and runs down the stairs.
My body screams, my impulses don't stop and my head acts on its own.
I don't let her leave the kitchen, I take her hand, go up to grab her wrist and push her against the wall. His breath fanned my face a little uncontrollably from the sudden movement.
"Well, your games amuse me, I like them," I accept without further ado, his cheeks turning red. Never cover your mouth when you smile or laugh.
-Because?
"Because she's pretty, she's tempting and sinful like all of you." I caress her cheek with my thumb. I thought so much about spreading your legs for a second until I realized that I was the one who ended up being your whore.
—I don't consider it that way.
She smiles mischievously without hiding anything from herself.
—My challenge since that night, since you denied me, was to be able to kiss you Emily and today I want to fulfill that damn challenge because I won't be able to do it anymore if you go back to your bed and I can't prove anything about you.
