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A mobster says loves me

Chapter 4 My favorite snack

Word Count: 2122    |    Released on: 18/01/2023

ith the helmet in my hand

stupid hope of watching it magically disappear and re

o nervous that I couldn't

said without breaking his tone, but it

had found it, but maybe not how I had found it, because I did not remember exa

t the same time the helmet, leaning to one side, pushed the folders, whos

and bounced about three times, rolling two feet from me. I

im would make me feel more stupid than I already did, so I h

-sor

checked everywhere and whose surface I cleaned with one hand, hoping th

oing to be, anytime soon, sentenced to die, alt

d already make me feel like someone w

rocess and returning them to its folders, in fact they had gotten so messed up that I no longer knew which one belonged

the sheets where they needed to be in order to get the correct order of the assignments. As

aying badly on the ground, I had no choice but to look into the eyes o

ence that made me a little intrigued and shivered f

nod

ry. I didn

at what I was holding in his hands and

," he

s a yogurt with a cereal top, I don't know how

e to wonder if he had gone there just

and received

p my face up a bit so I could meet h

ke to eat something to cushion yourself while we

of the small glass, to the skin of my hands, I shiver

ands. "You didn't have to, but thanks. Emm-you're very kin

rolled his gaze to the folders he

otherwise it'll be a

he idea immediately, I didn't want to knock things over again and

d, and he came to

was just inches from me. Yes, his perfume was mildly different from the scent I rememb

t hair with a light wave that fell over it, leaving a small space in the middle of both eyebrows, while the lower

minded me. "I'll hold

looked down a

cup a little, so that my hand would be free with which I

t a little and calmly approaching the nearest

t I had horrible handwriting, well, that time it had been scribbled because I

y," I thought to say, l

t he wasn't going to answer me, because he kept

know if I should feel relieved by that statement or

s that had another smaller glass on top, turned upside down and

the things I was holding in my hands, I uncovered the one containing the flakes. From one side of the largest glass I took off a teaspoon sealed in a paper bag

een hungry without realizing it, besides, the yogurt tas

s that he might not even understand, I was also looking at him, attentive to when he made any sign of turning back to me. Then I noticed that a lady wi

even turn to look at the old woman, even though her footsteps c

ssor's, which was also two-story, like the other houses in that rather pretty town; not lik

, at the same time turning the

iting for so

to look lady face, then rolled his eyes to look at me and

cher who lives here, because I

ted the round glasses he was wearing on

onths his brother had been suffering from a serious illness, this afternoon he died and the professor had

tanding there, waiting for him to arrive. And I was not going to do it, coping with mourning like that w

er property and I s

looked up to meet his eyes, while he looked back at me, calm,

closing the top one and bringing it to my v

in, because they don't agree with each other, the se

e yogurt glass for a moment, noting th

offered me

ere then, ready to go. But I was distracted by the blackness of the sky half contaminated by the lighting of the city that night. I just hoped that since it wasn't goi

re I was taking out that shell whose screen had damage from the time of

wered, keeping the object

home yet?" I heard he

longer. But a neighbor has informed us that the professor had to travel at the last mom

s that it looks like it's going to r

ther soon," I prom

to finish speaking and with his helmet under one arm. I realized there that he was much

s helmet from under his arm a

not m

ning the strap closest to his neck, again I perceived that masculine smell th

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1 Chapter 1 His gaze on me2 Chapter 2 School homework3 Chapter 3 The teacher's house4 Chapter 4 My favorite snack5 Chapter 5 A very detailed man6 Chapter 6 The boy with the red bandana7 Chapter 7 My friend's cousin8 Chapter 8 The makeup on my face9 Chapter 9 On board a black motorbike10 Chapter 10 In the middle of the road11 Chapter 11 Nervous 12 Chapter 12 Fear13 Chapter 13 Photo of Joshua's face14 Chapter 14 Messages15 Chapter 15 My favorite color16 Chapter 16 A psychoanalyst or a psychopath17 Chapter 17 In front of the reflective 18 Chapter 18 Another meeting with him19 Chapter 19 As a magazine models20 Chapter 20 A casual conversation with Joshua Park21 Chapter 21 In the gym22 Chapter 22 Vanilla flavor23 Chapter 23 At the exit of the school24 Chapter 24 A date with a bad boy25 Chapter 25 His handsome face26 Chapter 26 One chance for him27 Chapter 27 The rain28 Chapter 28 El Diamante in Madrid29 Chapter 29 The best kiss of my life30 Chapter 30 Harsh words31 Chapter 31 A boring saturday32 Chapter 32 My boyfriend buying33 Chapter 33 The evidence on my face34 Chapter 34 My father's suspicions35 Chapter 35 Cookie36 Chapter 36 Ambulances37 Chapter 37 He is like Houdini38 Chapter 38 Written word39 Chapter 39 Island40 Chapter 40 Given order41 Chapter 41 Sabrina42 Chapter 42 Childlike smile43 Chapter 43 Cute ears44 Chapter 44 Extra dinner45 Chapter 45 Bouquet of roses46 Chapter 46 Tuesday47 Chapter 47 Notebooks for Estina48 Chapter 48 Back home49 Chapter 49 My Nirvana50 Chapter 50 Sixth floor51 Chapter 51 Nursing room52 Chapter 52 Police chase53 Chapter 53 The captain's anger54 Chapter 54 Improvisational words55 Chapter 55 Honor and lealty56 Chapter 56 X-rays57 Chapter 57 Day off work58 Chapter 58 Bad influence59 Chapter 59 Father's lunch60 Chapter 60 A peaceful place61 Chapter 61 The panorama of the lake62 Chapter 62 Joshua's Criteria63 Chapter 63 Work vacation64 Chapter 64 Nightmare65 Chapter 65 Mistake66 Chapter 66 A new phone67 Chapter 67 Flight to france68 Chapter 68 Hotel in Paris69 Chapter 69 The robbery70 Chapter 70 The Eiffel Tower71 Chapter 71 Threats and blackmail72 Chapter 72 My legs73 Chapter 73 Another walk in Paris74 Chapter 74 Robbery in a jewelry store75 Chapter 75 A relic on the bed76 Chapter 76 Door unlocked77 Chapter 77 Cabin78 Chapter 78 Butterflies in my stomach79 Chapter 79 Like Batman80 Chapter 80 Dark streets81 Chapter 81 Punishment82 Chapter 82 My pillow83 Chapter 83 Emotional dependence84 Chapter 84 Delusions85 Chapter 85 A gun86 Chapter 86 Confessions87 Chapter 87 Bad treatments88 Chapter 88 Another day a the school89 Chapter 89 Return to Spain 90 Chapter 90 A complaint91 Chapter 91 Attack92 Chapter 92 Short skirt93 Chapter 93 Elevator94 Chapter 94 Stolen phone95 Chapter 95 The Capitain's Awards96 Chapter 96 Riddle97 Chapter 97 Unexpected words98 Chapter 98 Defense99 Chapter 99 Lies100 Chapter 100 Hands on fire