I'm not the Ginevra Rinaldi you think.
How could I have been so blind and stupid that I didn't understand?
Yet I immediately sensed that Ginevra would bring me trouble. I had always felt my senses being alert when I met her in my club and even worse when she asked me to stay for a few days.
The signals were all there, but I hadn't wanted to listen to them.
I had preferred to turn away and go deaf to her lies and half-truths.
I had decided the fault of my suspicious attitude was for the education I had received from my father.
I had ignored my infallible instincts and Jacob's warnings.
For what, then?
For a woman who had used my weaknesses and feelings to tear me apart.
She had been really good at manipulating me, always leaving me with some doubts so that I never got to the truth.
Yet I understood the truth!
But then she came with her fake frailties and her false love, like Judas.
Yes, I had let myself be fooled like a puppet!
And now I was about to pay for my mistake with my life.
However, what was unbearable to me was not so much death, as the pain I felt for that betrayal.
Every time I thought of Ginevra running to me when they captured me, I felt my heart beat furiously, desperate because I knew that I could not save her, but then she had said that word, dad , and suddenly it was as if the light had suddenly turned off in my heart.
I had not even been able to look her in the face because I was too upset and her screaming, asking to free me and called me had become muffled, so distant and meaningless that I thought I had lost consciousness. Only the pain in my leg made me realize that I was still perfectly conscious.
It took me one day to realize the situation and the cruelest thing was that, despite everything, I still believed in Ginevra.
Yes, a part of me still trusted her and wanted to believe that the pregnancy story was invented to take time, but then ...
I had seen her and there was not even a grain of pain or compassion on her face. She hadn't said a word and had remained right next to her father all the time.
It was their closeness that made me realize how much they looked alike.
They were really father and daughter.
The betrayal was burning even stronger than before and, when Ginevra had been escorted out and Edoardo Rinaldi had come to me to tell me what his daughter had told him about Esposito, thus breaking the oath, I understood that it was true: Ginevra was not the woman I thought she was.
No, she was a monster who hadn't hesitated to use me and hit me where it hurt most.
I had loved an illusion and that awareness broke me irreparably.
Two days had passed and, despite the violence and mistreatment, the only thing I could think of was Ginevra.
I no longer believed in anything.
I also wondered if she was really pregnant and, if she was, whose son she was. Not mine since I had always used condoms.
I was still lost in my thoughts mixed with the pangs of pain from hunger and wounds when I heard my prison door open.
I did not expect to find myself in front of Ginevra.
She was very agitated and frightened but determined to get what she wanted.
I let her do it, but I instantly glared at her when she tried to smile and hug me.
"Can you walk by yourself?" She tried to ask me hesitantly, supporting me with one arm and trying to touch me as little as possible.
I was in pain and without strength, but with the help of Ginevra I managed to get up and walk to the exit, where I found two guards lying on the ground. They seemed to be asleep.
Was it possible that Ginevra had come to drug her own guards?
Why did he want to save me?
I doubted she acted that way because her conscience bothered her.
"We have to go through the kitchen, but nobody should pay any attention to us," she explained, but I stopped her.
The way I looked, everyone would have noticed me.
"I have an idea," I stopped her, starting to undress.
"What are you doing? There is no time! "She worried, but I didn't even listen to her.
I stripped the guard closest to me and took his clothes and his gun.
Meanwhile Ginevra took a handkerchief from her pocket and soaked it with bottle water.
"I just want to clean your wounds," she explained to me, noticing my reaction when I saw her approach my face.
I let her do it.
"My God, what did they do to you," she whispered with a broken voice and eyes wet with tears.
"Don't touch me," I snapped nervously at her falseness. Did she really think I would still believe her tears?
I took the cloth abruptly from my hands, wiped my face quickly and then followed her down a long corridor.
I was having difficulty walking with my injured leg, but I refused to be helped by that venomous and hypocritical snake.
When we got upstairs, I found another guard asleep sitting on a chair.
"Follow me as if you were my escort. My father always puts a person in tow with me when I walk around the house, so nobody will pay attention to you, "she explained in a low voice.
Without batting an eyelid, we passed by the kitchen and in fact nobody noticed us.
Then I saw Ginevra heading out.
In a moment, a guard stopped us.
"I have to go to the gynecologist to have an abortion ... Or didn't my father tell you?" Exclaimed Ginevra in an irritated and angry voice.
"I'll go with her," I said, taking the girl by the arm and dragging her to the garages, before the guard asked any more questions.
I had to make a considerable effort not to limp because of the pain in my leg.
We immediately found a driver busy polishing the hood of a Maserati.
I should have killed him, but the sound of the shot would have attracted too much attention.
Trying not to gather too much attention, I got into the car and to my surprise I saw Ginevra doing the same thing.
I was about to tell her that I was going to get away on my own and that she could leave, but as soon as my eyes made contact with her, I felt the pangs in my stomach again.
It was hunger.
Hunger for revenge.
I remained silent and started the car.
In an instant, the driver stood before us, preventing us from leaving.
I pressed the accelerator.
The man did not shy away, and I finally ran him over as Ginevra screamed filled with terror.
In a few seconds we reached the gate, where two guards made us stop.
"On my way out of the car, go to the control room and press the gate open button," I ordered quickly.
"I cannot. The guards would stop me and ..., "she worried, but I was no longer listening to her because I fired a blow to the head of the two guards even before Ginevra's sentence ended.
"Move!" I yelled at her to shake her from her shock.
Ginevra obeyed me, but when she got back in the car, she was shaking all over.
To push the button, she had to dodge the dead guard from the panel and, doing so, she got blood on her hand.
"You shouldn't have killed them," she stammered in shock. It was obvious that she was not used to blood.
Apparently, her dear daddy had kept her safe and away from her crimes.
"Either I or them, Miss Rinaldi," I responded with a sarcastic and acid inflection when I addressed her with her last name.
The idea of having Edoardo Rinaldi's daughter by my side, a man who had exterminated my family, made my stomach turn.
I still couldn't believe I went to bed with her and told her that I loved her.
Fortunately, that feeling had been erased from my heart the moment I discovered the truth.
Despite my injured leg, I kept the accelerator pedal fully depressed.
The whole trip was a real escape with a lot of chase and shots from the small private army of the Rinaldis.
I hoped that having Ginevra on board would make them more cautious, but apparently Edward did not intend to easily forgive his daughter and wanted her downfall.
At one point, I started to respond to the fire and asked Ginevra to take the wheel, but at that very moment, a bullet went through the rear window and hit her outstretched arm, making her scream in pain.
"Fuck," I snarled, taking the wheel back. "Are you OK?"
"It will never end, will it?" Ginevra started to cry, pressing her arm with her hand to stop the blood spill.
"It's your fault! You are the one who started all this! ", I told her in anger.
Yes, I was furious.
Furious because I could not sidetrack the pursuers.
Furious because Ginevra had been hit.
But above all, furious because I felt that I still cared about her.
"I know," she whispered to me, curled up on the seat to escape the barrage of shots.
Fortunately, at a certain point, two kilometers from the bridge, I saw black cars coming towards us with men leaning out of the window, intent on shooting my pursuers.
I recognized Sebastian among one of the drivers.
As soon as I passed him, I heard his voice join me.
"Escape! We'll take it from here. "
"I didn't want this. I swear. I ... I didn't think all this would happen ... I was a fool, "sobbed Ginevra when she saw the two factions collide and tear themselves apart before our eyes.
I knew that many would die in that clash and that what would result would have terrifying results for our families.
I pressed the accelerator even more and only when I crossed the Safe River, did I finally feel safe.
I parked in front of the Bridge.
I sighed in relief.
I was finally back home.
And I was alive.
Thanks to…
No, I was just alive.
I would never allow that woman to occupy my mind.
Ginevra followed me.
She was upset and shaken, but she too, when she entered the Bridge, smiled happily.
It was as if she had returned home too.
"Lorenzo!" Jacob shouted euphoric as he ran to hug me.
"Ginevra!" Marielle said relieved, going to her.
"You were able to save yourselves. How did you do it? "Jacob asked me. "As soon as we heard about the shooting in Rockart City East, Sebastian immediately set in motion all the men available. He was convinced that it was you who caused the hustle and bustle and he wanted to help you. "
"I managed to escape thanks to a little luck."
"We didn't know how to free you. Nobody would let us know if you were still alive and ... "
"Jacob, it's over."
"Yup. You have no idea how worried I was. I also got to ... ", she was saying, when I heard Marielle scream in shock.
"Those bastards! How could they shoot my wren! "
"It's just a superficial wound," Ginevra tried to calm her down.
"I'll take you to your old room and take care of you," Marielle immediately got busy.
"No!" I stopped her sternly. "Ginevra will now receive the welcome it deserves! "
"What do you mean?" Jacob broke in darkly.
"I say the downstairs room is ideal for her."
"That room?"
"Yes, that one," I confirmed. "You accompany our guest. In the meantime, I'm going to change. "
"Are you joking? I thought she was the one who helped you get away, 'Jacob said incredulously.
"Indeed, she was, but this does not change things. Just carry out my order and take our guest to her new suite. Like I said, that room is perfect for Edoardo Rinaldi's daughter. "
"Oh my God, are you really the daughter of Edoardo Rinaldi?" My friend understood with amazement, addressing her.
"Yes," she declared. Everyone was astonished.