The Mobster And The Writer

My Valentine's date was called Acer. It was red. Beautiful.

We met through my brother just on my birthday and since then we have not separated. He was the most incredible thing in this world, he loved everything I threw at him, which was quite a lot, and he didn't complain that he had to work hard because he was always by my side. He didn't bother if I wanted to spend the whole afternoon lying on the couch watching Gossip Girl with him. He didn't care about anything. It was almost perfect. Almost, because I always needed a cable or a battery. He was very dependent on them. Yeah, well, my Valentine's date was my laptop, and our plan was for me to make some progress on the romance novel that I had to deliver at the end of the month. The life of a romantic writer is not easy and in my case, it was not even romantic.

My name is Samantha, if, as the protagonist of the Bewitched series, my mother was a big fan and hence my name. I walk my brother somewhere in the city with a very small cute (because that's what he always does) I was on my couch colored gray recreating anger on the laptop a bit desperate to end the damn story that it was making my life bitter.

It made me bitter because the protagonist was not me.

What is the point of creating a very handsome boy in a book when the one who is going to keep him is not you? Amazing. This is how the world went. I hated Cindy, the six-foot blue-eyed blonde skinnier than a skull who was the winner of the award I had created myself.

Congratulations! You are nobody but I leave you a handsome man at your door without you having to do anything. Thank you for existing. Ha! Life was very unfair.

I guess every good story has a beginning and an end. That's obvious. Bad stories follow those rules too, but no one ever says that. So that? Anyway. I was, in my messy apartment, with a semi-locked laptop when they began to knock on the door of my house, causing my cat Salem to hide under the sofa, where it would hardly be possible later on for good.

I cursed in several languages and barefoot went to open the door.

"I don't want ..." I stopped when I saw the most imposing man in the world in front of me, panting and gagging. Covered in tattoos with a gun...

With a gun?

YES! It's a damn gun!

He did not flinch at the mere me m and grabbed her waist and closed giving the door. He pulled me into the living room while I looked more like a rag doll than a person.

Great... I go into shock just as a Greek god has fallen from the sky.

Although I tried to speak I could only open and close my mouth like a fish. I've always been this attractive. You know, it is born, it is not made. Until finally I could find my voice.

"You're staining my carpet with blood"

Ok... If it is totally out of place. Instead of saying: Who are you? Did you call the police? Is it okay? What the hell are you doing here? or things like that I tell you the obvious.

I always thought I deserved a Nobel.

The boy, man, god, or whatever, stared at my face for a few moments before starting to laugh out loud. As tall and wide and as handsome as he was, seeing him laugh all over my face like he was a child was a sight. I almost felt proud to see so... Almost, but I was filling my house with blood and above all, I was not good at cleaning

"Look, I'm sorry to be rude and stuff. I'm not good at visits, but I'm even worse at cleaning and I don't know if you're going to bleed out or something, but it gives me chills just thinking about taking a sponge and removing stains. Do you mind going to the bathroom so you clean that up?"

"Sure" Although he tried to put on a serious face again, he was holding back the laugh.

Wonderful, now I was a rodeo clown.

"Now we talk cutie"

Ah! Spontaneous combustion. He had a deep country voice, and he had called me cute, ok my panties have fallen off and everything.

"Don't call me cutie, I'm allergic" I followed him to the bathroom and leaned against the doorjamb "My name is Samantha"

"Delighted, Samantha" He took off the black vest he was wearing, and I could see a very tight black shirt soaked in blood "I'm G. You don't need to know my full name. And I'm hurt in case you haven't noticed. I'm not sure if I have a bullet, or just grazed or stabbed. Whatever it is, it sucks. I hope it's a bullet"

He took off his shirt and I started hyperventilating. This man was perfect.

"Great, G. Well ... I think I have a medicine cabinet... Somewhere... Surely..."

I turned around and practically ran to my bedroom looking for the damn medicine cabinet I knew had to be somewhere.

Breathing a little better, I looked at myself in the mirror. I wanted to die. She had a horrible dead face, with her hair in a disgusting bun, and she was wearing the most hideous and masculine blouse in the world that I had taken from my brother. I sure fell in love. I let my hair down and tried to get decent.

Nothing, it was in vain.

Resigned, I returned to the bathroom and there I found the gorilla digging into his wound. I looked at him with wide eyes, surely he looked like a cartoon, but that behavior did not seem too hygienic.

"Look, I'm sorry I'm a busybody, but it's going to be worse this way. Let me help you and stop mutilating yourself that you are starting to give me grief" I crossed my arms while he looked at me like I was a freak.

Maybe it was...

Before he gave her time to respond, I got down on my knees next to her and began to feel like a movie actress letting out my inner nurse. The one that did not come out when choosing a profession. Well, as my mother says, better late than never. Better now with this man than with an old man. At least the sight and touch were grateful to me, although taking out a bullet was not very attractive. Before I had a chance to start doing anything, he was taking my sweatshirt off and putting his blood-soaked shirt on me. At least he was considerate, and she felt sorry for the top of her blouse. The one below had no chance of being removed and of course as much as he was a demigod, I was not going to undress for him. Not so fast, of course. Maybe after an amazing date, or after our wedding.

At heart, he was not too demanding.

I tried to remove the bullet with a pair of tweezers, but it refused to cooperate, and I wasn't trying too hard either because I was afraid of hurting the boy. At least that was my intention. Seeing that we were not going anywhere, I put a towel in his mouth and with my fingers pulled the piece of metal out of the wound. I looked up and saw the palest face in history. It had hurt a bit. I disinfected the wound and bandaged it as best I could, avoiding touching the damaged skin.

"Sorry" I mumbled when I finished "I promise you I tried to be quick and not hurt, but I'm not a nurse and of course, I've only actually done what is done in the movies. Maybe I should have stitched up the wound or something, but I thought it was small and that it would heal by itself and ..." He covered my mouth with his hand.

"Shut up a bit. Now let's have dinner, and then we'll talk" I nodded while he kept my mouth covered.

Bossy.

I got up and stretched my legs, who complained about squatting in the bathroom for so long. It wasn't a very comfortable position and I deserved that little annoyance, even if I didn't like it too much. I didn't look back, because I assumed the mystery lord was following me. What else could it be? I went into the kitchen, realizing that my socks had been stained with blood, and I was leaving grotesque footprints on the floor. Great. My mother always told me that I can't go barefoot around the house. This time he would have been wrong. With slippers, I would have made it a lot messier.

I sat on the counter and watched him come in with his arrogant air. I had just met him and I already liked him. Only he could have the ability to fall ill at first glance. A lot of muscle but little charisma. His black eyes gave me a chill. That boy was scary. Normal that he went down the street shooting and being shot. He had that aura of violent evil around him.

Like me, only my aura was a little pinker, cheesier, and more different than it might seem, but I want to make it clear that I was scared too. And a lot.

"I'm hungry" said the caveman.

"And I" I crossed my arms "You have forced yourself into my house, I was not expecting company today. I am a lonely girl, as you can see. Valentine alone" I sighed "The only thing I thought about having dinner today was ice cream from Ben & Jerry's and watching a cheesy movie that would make me whimper a bit. I am a bitter person who only wants a little love and ..." He covered my mouth again.

Impolite.

"Shut up, sweetie, you give me a headache"

Let me sit with his mouth open and pulled out of the fridge my jar of ice cream and cold pieces of pizza left over from the previous meal with my friends. I didn't remember they were there. Better, that way the bastard wouldn't have to destroy my kitchen. Without waiting for him, I jumped off the counter and took MY ice cream from him. I picked up a teaspoon and went to the living room ignoring him. I didn't know if he was kidnapping me or if it was just going to be something temporary, and it was going to go fast, but I knew that I couldn't behave like I was scared, even though I was scared to death, but I was channeling all the negative feelings through my great big mouth that said the first thing that crossed my mind. I've always been a very smart girl.

I rummaged through my large DVD collection. Most of the money I made from book sales went to buy books for my reading and movies. My nights were spent in front of the television or the armchair absorbed in reading. Those were my usual plans. Advantages of being a loner. Thanks to that, I had a lot of variety and a zillion romantic movies to choose from. It didn't take long to pick one: Dear John. Sticking to Valentine's classics was the best idea. So I was not wrong for sure.

I looked around the room for Salem, but he didn't seem to have come out of hiding. He was very scary and always had me looking for him around the house. He made my life not a loop of continuous boredom. I adored that little bug that jumped on me when I least expected it. It was part of her charm, it had been the best gift anyone had ever given me. Along with Acer.

He had enough love for Acer and Salem. With them, my life was better.

A hand settled on the lower part of my back as I lay on the floor looking under the couch and calling for Salem. I jumped up and began to whip, ready for any attack. The bastard was in front of me, chuckling. Did he say I didn't like him?

"Idiot" I muttered. "Have you seen a cat?"

"Cat?" He looked at me as if he was hallucinating.

"Yes, a small mammal that has a color ..." He covered my mouth again.

"I know what it is, but I haven't seen it"

Then, making his triumphal entrance, Salem leaped from behind a cushion into my arms. I hugged him a little because I knew that this affectionate gesture calmed him down, and I stroked his back. I felt the funny look of the idiot, but I did not deign to look at him. That would give him the satisfaction that I didn't want to give him. Feeling my distaste for that character, Salem began to feel nervous, and before I could stop him, jumped on the unfortunate do.

Without thinking, I jumped on the idiot and rolled with him, trying to catch my pet. He ended up inside my shirt shaking. He was very brave at the time, but that bravery lasted seconds. At least I was trying to defend myself, I was a cute animal.

Do you see that it is better than a man?

"My God, that animal has to die"

I hit him, he wouldn't touch my cat.

"The one who has to die is you, idiot. Don't mess with Salem, or I'll leave you on the landing to finish killing you"

My words caused him to get up off the ground and pull me to his feet. He turned me around and handcuffed my hands. Wives? Where did he get the handcuffs?

Oh my god, he kidnapped me.

I looked at him feeling completely tiny and realized that for him, I was no bigger than a little girl. He was going to rob my house, he was going to kidnap me and sell me in the slave market.

What if they were the sex slave type? I started hyperventilating, imagining the life I was going to have to lead from now on, and without realizing it I started crying. He threw me on the couch and I fell bouncing sideways, causing Salem to come out and utter my tears. He liked salt. I thought maybe he was just going to rob me and now that he had seen it he would have to kill me. Who would expect someone to be in my house on Valentine's Day? If he killed me, who would take care of Salem? Rob? I started thinking about Rob my brother.

Without me I would have no one to call every day in the afternoon, nor would I have a cook on weekends

Before I could begin to beg for my life, my abductor shoved something into my mouth. Poison. My eyes widened and I began to shake until an unexpected taste began to flow through my mouth. Could be...? It was...? I had scooped ice cream into myself. I stared at him without understanding anything.

"You are a very annoying cutie. I'm not going to let you go because if you kick me out, it's dangerous for me as well as for you, do you understand? You also talk too much. I'll feed you your damn ice cream and we'll watch whatever movie you want. It's only tonight. I'll watch over you and tomorrow when you wake up I won't be there. It will be as if none of this has happened"

I nodded enthusiastically. Suddenly the entire castle of terror and suffering that he had raised in the air had evaporated. I was going to be free and nothing was going to happen to me. On the other hand, this man only inspired me with hatred. Even his voice gave me courage. How was that possible? If at that moment I could have, I would have killed him. I did not know if it was his physique, his voice, or his way of being, but I was touching my nerve fiber and I was getting out of my way when I've always been a very reasonable and quiet girl. I used to like everyone, but with him, my brain had made a big exception.

He hit the movie, and all my thoughts about hate were forgotten. Channing Tatum occupied every corner of my mind and left no room for the idiot who gave me chocolate to keep me quiet. When the ice cream was gone, he put the spoon in my mouth, as if it were a lollipop, and gradually fell asleep.

I woke up with pain in my back and arms. She was lying on the floor, or the table, or some very flat but warm surface. It had to be on the floor because the carpet was working fine. Salem had to be on my back because I could feel his little body in the lower part of my back. Although everything hurt, I was comfortable. The carpet smelled great and was soft. I rubbed my cheeks for her and sighed. I had never noticed its texture. He had to sleep more often on the floor. I was about to fall asleep again when Salem pulled me closer to the carpet, or what I thought was my cat. I blinked in confusion and found myself staring at the idiot's neck. Neck? I looked down at the rug and realized it wasn't the rug, but her bandaged chest. I looked back and saw that it wasn't Salem, but his hand resting almost on my ass.

He was wearing his shirt. I could feel how the dried blood had stuck it closer to my body. The pants had gotten tangled in his legs because they were too big for me. A beautiful postcard to send to the whole family at Christmas. Me about my kidnapper who was supposed to have left. I wanted to wake him up and yell at him, but I was too comfortable about him and this was the closest thing to Valentine's Day I was going to have. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to imagine that he was nice and that he loved me.

I woke up again in the same position, only I was hearing him speak very softly as if trying not to wake me up. Afternoon. I had woken up. I scrambled trying to get rid of him. Now I wanted a little privacy. Besides, he hadn't left. More anger began to come out of the volcano of my violence. A volcano that he was continually erupting and that was starting to bother me. He couldn't live with the anguish of wanting to beat him up. It was not healthy to suppress such intense feelings. Maybe I should unload some of my rages...

Before I could begin to beat him up, he had my face down against the couch and he was still talking on the phone as if I wasn't there trapped under his body in an awkward position. No. That did not matter to the murderous gentleman in the least and it also did not even affect him.

So sad! Even my captor laughed at me. What a life so unfair! ...

He closed the phone and looked at me amused. Now I was the center of attention and that was almost worse than before. I looked defiant but deep (and not so to the bottom) I was terrified. If he hadn't left, it meant he was going to sell me to a real slaver. Or maybe he uses me like a drug test. Or as a human shield ... I began to tremble with all the possibilities that crossed my mind (None good, of course) although I continued to maintain my "I don't give a shit" gesture. He shook his head and got up, leaving me sprawled there on the couch.

"Good morning, idiot. Why are you still at my house and why am I still handcuffed?" I tried to sit down, ending up on the floor on my knees after falling.

Sensual and agile ... That was me.

"Good morning to you too cutie" He leaned casually against the wall. As casually as a model "I tried to go out, but my allies called and warned me that they were watching me and you were asleep, so I figured waking you up to tell you that was not a good idea. Then I ended up leaving me asleep" Said the latter if an iota of shame.

Useless.

"You're the worst whatever. They shoot you. You end up in the house of an innocent girl and on top of that, you fall asleep on your watch shift. You are the most useless thing in your profession. And now that?" I would have crossed my arms if I hadn't had them handcuffed behind my back.

"Good question ..." He frowned thoughtfully. With that face the poor thing was uglier "Now what?"

"I have a few ideas" I gave him the most cheerful look I could find in my list of fake looks for desperate occasions "First, you take away these disgusting handcuffs because I do not have sadomasochism. Second, I shower and groom myself. Third, you introduce me to a handsome mafia friend of yours and that's it" I smiled with my perfect plan to get him out of his mind.

"Nice try, little red riding hood ..." Her eyes widened.

Shit. The hamster had run on the wheel of his brain and was having an idea for the first time in his life. A miracle before my eyes! Now, I couldn't be sure if that idea was going to appeal to me or not.

"We will do exactly what you said cutie. Sometimes you can even have good ideas, although I don't like taking off the handcuffs very much because you could try again to kill me for the stupid cat you have as a pet"

"SALEM" It's called him "SALEM AND IS NOT STUPID, YOU..." I recapped his mouth with his hand while chuckling.

"You are very annoying, I should buy you a muzzle or just gag you" He smiled when he said the last.

Shit.

He pulled out of his pocket a handkerchief a little longer than usual and I started shaking my head.

He wouldn't be able to... He's just playing, right?

His determined gaze told me that he was very capable and that he was going to do what he had told me. Fuck, this man was crazy. I started to flail against him and he held me against his chest. I hit him with my body as much as I could, but he didn't care. Excellent. He removed his hand and before I could scream, he shoved part of the handkerchief into my mouth and tied it behind my head. My kidnapper was the strangest thing in this world. He threw me on the couch in one of his mood swings and watched me smiling. He had done what he wanted and was proud of his work.

Dumbass.

He picked up the phone without taking his eyes off me and I didn't have that much patience.

"Hunter, I'm G. Yesterday I had an altercation and I got into the house of a stranger ... with her inside. I have her gagged and handcuffed" He listened to the answer for a moment "God! No Hunter, please. She looks like a bunny, how could I do that to her? I'm too sorry for it, that's why I think we have to take her away"

A bunny? Was he comparing me to a fucking rabbit? But what does this madman have on his mind? Wait, wait, wait... Take me? This man had been drinking my vodka for sure. Disgusting pink. Every second I felt worse and that Hunter too, for excited.

"You have to protect her. The Lucci is still behind us and they know I've been here. They will believe that she is part of our family and they will do things for her"

I began to tremble. "Doing things to her" didn't exactly sound like giving me a massage.

"Exactly, she has nothing to do with it and it is not her fault. Even if you do not support it, you have to take care of it until things are calmer. So can you come to pick us up at his house? I need you to pack her suitcase and take her home" He laughed "Of course, we are going to stay at your house, friend. Mine is no longer safe" He hung up without poor Hunter being able to send him to hell, which is what I would have done. What an idiot this G was made of. I would have killed him if he hadn't had his arms immobilized.

He went to my room and I started to worry. Was he going to rob me? I jumped off the couch and followed him. I thanked him for not having tied my legs. So yes that would have taken me crazy. I saw him putting my clothes in a backpack. Wrinkled dresses, jeans, sweatshirts, t-shirts... All to the super wrinkled mess. My mother would have already given him an impressive scolding, but I couldn't, because of the gag. I glared at him, but he was absorbed in his world of idiocy and utter emptiness. Finally, he did the only thing that would make me jump: grab my underwear. He eyed my lace panties and matching bras with a kind of wonder and reverence. Dirty! Before the pervert could do anything with them, I jumped up and threw him on the bed, and kicked him several times.

I don't know why I thought I was going to win when my disadvantage was very clear. Too clear. I looked at him in fear when he turned me around with a smile from ear to ear that gave me the chills. Something bad was going to happen to me. I started to bulge and shake under him. I closed my eyes and waited. I counted to ten and seeing that nothing was happening I opened my eyes. He was looking at me amused.

"You're like a kitten. You try to roar but you only get a meow" He shook his head and stood up "I didn't expect your underwear, that's all. I expected panties with little flowers or cartoons, not something so ..." he coughed "You know"

I looked up with an eyebrow, he thought it was: A: very young or B: very immature. Great. He knew how to make a girl look at him with disgust even though he was very handsome. That had to be an innate gift. Seeing that my position on the bed (all sprawled) was not optimal, I repositioned myself, sitting as straight as possible on the edge. Maybe if I behaved well, I would remove the gag.

And if you didn't expect the famous Hunter to do it.

Suddenly, a not-very-rewarding idea burst into my mind. Maybe Hunter was worse than G. Oh my! I looked at G and winced. He couldn't take another jerk, especially if he was worse than the bastard. Maybe he tied my feet and everything. I looked at my ankles with pity. It would leave me scratches, like the ones that were growing on my wrists. A wave of resentment emanated from my soul. Because of the idiot, I was going to have marks on my wrists when I was one of the few parts of the body that I liked.

The doorbell rang and I looked at G, shaking my head. Now he was not so eager to meet his partner. It sure scared me. He just laughed and went to the door. I kept moaning against the cloth of the gag, but he was laughing much louder. Desperately I kicked him cut off his laughter and left him still.

Oops ...

"Stay quiet Samantha or I will run out of patience" He warned me with a voice that made my hair stand on end.

Almost on the brink of tears and hysteria, I bounced against the wall and ducked. G hadn't even turned around to speak to me, but he had made his position very clear. I sat down on the floor and covered my face. My hell was going to start, he felt. My life with Salem and Acer was over.

The mob had indefinitely taken over my life and I didn't like it.

And the door to my apartment opened. Shit. I didn't even look up, lest I think it was an act of rebellion or something like that. I did not want to be tortured, I liked all my fingers and my skin was marked very easily. I didn't want souvenir bruises, thanks. Against all my principles, I stood still with my head down. Submissive, so I trembled because the only sound that had warned me of his presence was that of his soldier boots which echoed in my ears like the detonation of a bomb. I braced myself for the worst, for a kick or a punch.

Without realizing it, I began to cry silently, all the waiting was killing what few nerves I had left. Without even speaking, he was killing me. I heard another sound, cloth slipping, wrinkling. A hand touched my face and lifted my chin.

"Hello" A deep and kind voice told me. His breath was soft and warm. Was nice. I opened my eyes almost out of inertia.

"Oh" It was the only thing I could mutter before seeing myself caught my eyes bluer than the Antarctic sea.

He smiled at me almost tenderly, sympathetically. I suppose it must have seemed pathetic to her, sitting on the floor and covered in tears, so with total security she would also have a runny nose.

Always fine and sexy.

"I'm Hunter and I've come to help you" I sighed relieved and when I was going to speak I remembered the gag. I made several stupid sounds and instead of laughing at me, he frowned "Why did you gag her, G?"

"She talked too much and it gave me a headache" G answered angrily.

This asshole is a son of a bitch.

"I do not care, she is a woman and that is not how you should treat any of them. I wonder what your mother would say about this"

"Don't bring my mother into this. You don't know this girl, so don't defend her, she far exceeds my tolerance barrier. It is unbearable"

I wasn't sure if his words enraged or hurt me. Maybe both. What did go away was that I was blushing and not exactly with pleasure.

"Sometimes you're an idiot" shook his head, Hunter. Point for him. It was my favorite at the moment. Kneeling in front of me and for me made me want to dance around him "Well Miss, I think it's time for you to get your voice and movements back"

He leaned down and put his arms around me. A masculine scent tickled my nose. Usually, men's cologne disgusted me. Of Rob and my father, I made me dizzy but Hunter was like a spring day (but not a cheesy and male version). With his left hand, he loosened the handkerchief that fell onto my saliva-covered lap. Gross. He leaned back and smiled at me. He ran his thumb over my lower lip and wiped away the moisture.

Ok... Spontaneous combustion in 3... 2... 1 ...

"Hunter, stop playing with little red riding hood" I looked up with hatred towards the idiot "I'm sorry cutie but I don't want us to stay here forever. We will continue arguing at Hunter's house" Before I could answer he said "Follow me" and Hunter disappeared into my bedroom.

I stayed there because first of all, I did not want to have the image of Hunter with my panties on my head. God, this could only happen to me on February 15 with a month to deliver a book that still has no end. Curse! Entertained in my world of insults, I didn't notice a presence until it jumped on me.

"Salem" He sucked me l to cheek with his little tongue "Hello my love. Today I have not been able to feed you because a very bad man has attacked me" The eyes green of Salem were expressionless. He was a good listener "You know I love you, right, pretty little thing? Now I'm going to leave you some food because I won't be" A lump formed in my throat "I'm going to miss you, Salem"

"How emotional" said G from the door "I'll get into the cage and leave enough food for one month. We'll see if after that someone comes to feed him"

I made a big pot. They were going to take away my only love and consolation (which was just a cat). I didn't want it to be ripped from me when it was almost all I had.

"I have to take the laptop. I have to finish a book" I asked G trying to sound as dignified as possible.

"Do you work?" His eyes widened as if he was amazed.

"I write books" My evasion didn't work too well.

"Of what?" he raised his eyebrows leaning against the doorjamb.

Cretin pig.

"Romance" I looked at him with a challenge "Not one of those cloying corny ones, only the corny ones for adults" I smirked.

"Well, someone who doesn't have them shouldn't write such filthy things" he said disdainfully.

Wait, wait, wait ... Someone who doesn't have them? Was he implying that I didn't have them? But what did that cretin think?

"I'm 22, idiot" I tried to get up, but without a point of support and with my hands behind my back I couldn't do much.

Cursed be he and his race.

"You are very pretty there on the floor, little red riding hood" He laughed "The truth is that you do not appear 22 or as a joke. You look younger. You're short and you don't wear makeup. You are a baby."

"Excuse me?" I bellowed incredulously "Do you want to stop messing with me? My height is within the average and I don't wear makeup because I'm at home, in case you haven't noticed. You are rude and you are very immature. Leave me alone"

"You are insolent!" He responded by shouting "YOU ARE UNBEARABLE AND YOU ARE ALWAYS ON THE DEFENSIVE, I CAN NOT SAY ANYTHING GOOD TO YOU BECAUSE YOU DO NOT LEAVE ME. YOU ALWAYS ATTACK ME AND YOU DON'T BULLY ME IN THE LEAST. YOU ARE VERY FASTIDIOUS AND YOU TAKE ME OUT OF MY BOXES. TO BE SO SMALL YOU ARE THE MOST UNBEARABLE IN THE UNIVERSE"

"LOOK WHO IS SPEAKING" I replied in the same tone "YOU ARE FROM WHAT IS NOT. I CAN NOT STAND YOU. YOU MAKE ME BRING OUT EVERYTHING BAD THAT IS IN ME. I USE TO BE PEACEFUL BUT I WANT TO KICK YOU IN THE FACE UNTIL YOU CANNOT BE RECOGNIZED IN THE AUTOPSY ..." I trailed off when Hunter knelt beside me again.

"What a voice you have for the little thing you are" I blushed "Now are you ashamed? Come on, get up"

"I can not" I answered embarrassed.

"Why?" He frowned at my legs. Great, now you would think I was paralyzed or that the idiot had done something to my legs.

"I still have the handcuffs" He clicked his tongue, took me by the arms, and lifted me "Much better, thanks"

He still didn't look happy. He held out his hands and then I froze. It was perfect. I hadn't realized its height, but it was huge. Very huge. How much would it measure? One meter ninety? He was gigantic compared to my proud six foot. He was also incredibly handsome. Before, I had just noticed his eyes were mesmerizing. His back was broad, but not his whole body was like that. It also seemed to be pure muscle. All the fat that should have belonged to him was on my ass. Injustices of life ... His face was like that of a statue. Beautiful. His features seemed to have come out of a painting. But there was something about him that made his features darker and more dangerous. They warned that its facade hid something from which everyone should flee and hide. But those eyes ... They caught and as much as your head screeched like a possessed, it was impossible to leave. It was explosively hot.

"Little Red Riding Hood, come here I'm going to unleash you for now" G broke my moment of sexual admiration again.

Damned.

I approached him with narrowed eyes and when I reached his height I turned around. His laughter filled my floor. He was unbearable even laughing.

"You're too proud, cutie" So much cutie, and the little red hood was making me nauseous.

As soon as I heard the click of the handcuffs, I stepped away from him, letting them fall to the ground, and stood behind Hunter. If he was going to be around someone, it was going to be his. I didn't trust G and his bipolarity. I put my hands on Hunter's back and shivered. How could it be so sexy? That was not natural. I was about to rub my face down his shirt, but stopped before I was embarrassed (two inches from his back I decided it wouldn't be very normal).

"My name is Samantha" My stupid voice came out of my mouth without permission. God. Hunter didn't give a shit what he called me.

"I was waiting for you to introduce yourself" He turned around smiling "I didn't know what to call you. I'm Hunter, although I guess you knew that. G has not said yours at any time" grunted and sounded something like a bunny.

I blushed.

"Let's go before Little Red Riding Hood will give an attack on the heart On. Stop intimidating her, Hunter" Something annoying took me by the hand and pressed me against her side "Now we have to look like a couple, okay?" I noticed that she had changed her clothes.

"And why can't I be your partner?" Hunter challenged and I was about to pass out.

Where had they been all my life?

"Because you need someone handsome to be your partner, not someone like... you" he looked at him with mock disgust "I'm sorry, but cutie needs another boy"

Officially he had baptized me with the name "cutie". It was unbearable. In a way, it bothered me that he embarrassed me in front of Hunter and I didn't understand why, I didn't want to know the answer either, because it could (and had many possibilities) scare me. Then an idea occurred to me. One of those that made me smile in a way that shouldn't be legal because whenever I smiled like that something went wrong. It was a warning that I showed everyone, but they did not know me, so the gesture went unnoticed.

"You can make a couple you two" I suggested with the most innocent voice in the world "so no l will recognize you. A gay couple. It's perfect" I put my hands together happily at the idea "They just got married and need me to stay at their house while they are on their honeymoon to take care of their kitty" The looks I received of amazement and horror were enough for me I laughed.

"The worst thing is that it's not a bad idea, cutie ... Sometimes you even have good ideas"

I stared at G with my mouth open. In laughed?

I kept looking at him as if a second head had popped out. Hunter, unwilling to argue, put on a cap and sunglasses. My God, a Mets cap and some ray bans have never looked so good on anyone. I think I drool a little while looking at it. I turned when I heard things fall. G was rummaging through my things. But what...? He pulled out a beret with a gesture of triumph and put it on his head. At that moment I did believe I had died. It was the strangest and funniest thing in the world. It seemed like a little girl wanted to play with him and just let it go. Also, to top off the outfit, she put on one of the bad pink cheesy glasses that I only used for the beach so that the sand would scratch them and I wouldn't worry. It was creepy. Without being able to help it, I laughed there, in all his idiotic face. Undeterred he blew me a kiss.

"From your envy, my fame is born, cuteness" He said it in such a way that it didn't seem like him at all, except for the detail of "cuteness". The intonation had changed and it hit the mark. Amazing.

"Great" They looked both doubtful "Come Take the s hand s and I took our bags"

We left my house after a tearful goodbye between Salem and me. With my laptop under one arm and a trolley in the other, we left my apartment. I was going to miss him. Since I had become independent, I had not been so happy. This place was like my own castle and inside I could do whatever I wanted. He didn't have to listen to anyone's complaints or requests. I was free to do what I wanted and to keep the house as I wanted, that is, made a pigsty. My mother would have died if she had seen the conditions in which she lived. She was sure he imagined it. Knowing me, there was no other option. He had never been a very orderly person.

Without the help of the golden boys, I carried the suitcase down the stairs. They could have at least offered. It was one thing for them to be acting and quite another for them to be playing a pair of one-armed. What little shame. A lot of muscle and lots of bravado, but they were s vaguer s of the world. I followed them with a sigh. I also didn't want to be kidnapped and then cut off my fingers one by one. I shuddered with fear and lightened my pace.

"I loved your wedding, guys" I began to speak so as not to get so bored and above all to annoy you "Have your parents accepted yours? At the wedding everything was a bit uncomfortable, especially when they asked who was the bride and who was the groom, although that was clear" I smirked and left them frozen on the stairs, still holding hands "I hope Matty remains the same of tender. I love your cat. I hope that as long as you're in the Caribbean celebrating your love, you'll remember the two of us" I stood at the door of the building. "Come?" My innocent voice made G look at me in a not-very-pleasant way