Episode: "Back to New York"
Honeymoon? There is no such time, Aleksander informs me that we must leave Capri. Apparently he has heard from Elmo that we are on the island, I pack what I can. The nerves attack me, the trembling does not go away and that makes it difficult for him to act quickly.
"Hurry up, Luna!" He exclaims from the outside.
I do what I can.
-I'm going! She yelled back, nervous to the core.
Miraculously I have finished, I take the suitcase and I go out finding Aleksander like an imprisoned animal, he moves from one side to the other releasing curses.
-We must go.
The flight is so hackneyed, it always happens, with him there is no stability. The bigger question is: where will we go?
-Where we go? I inquire, leaving with the same haste as him.
"To the airport, we'll go to New York," she informs.
Open-mouthed, I try to spin something, nothing comes out of my mouth, it is that my vocal cords have been muted due to surprise. That means a lot to me, I can't process the news.
"New York?" "I want to make sure I haven't misheard." To which Aleksander agrees, starting the car.
The possibility of seeing Dad is enormous, the excitement, the nerves and the anxieties grow with fervor. He gives no respite to my heart that he has had so many crushed. I see the same women again, the flirtatious brunette and the kind one who attended me that time. It is certain that this plane belongs to Aleksander and both the pilot and the stewardesses are faithful to the wolf. Will they know that he is a mobster?
I take the comfortable seat and my pretend husband is right next to me. The trip becomes tedious, suddenly I just want to sleep and wake up in my country.
—Luna, ya by otpustil tebya, no yest 'sila, kotoraya podtalkivayet menya prodolzhat's toboy. Ya ne mogu ostavit 'tebya, angel. Yeshche net.
I am about to fall into unconsciousness, when the whispering becomes distant and complex. You don't want me to know the translation. Why do you prefer to make your words an enigma?
...
"Wake up," he speaks in my ear, he shakes me but I don't want to wake up.
"Luna, wake up," he insists, his voice annihilating me. I feel tired -. We're going to get there, I won't get you out of the car.
-Car? I snap my eyes open and the light burns me. I do not know when I have gone from being on the plane to this sports car, I find myself disoriented, sitting in the back seat next to him, a stranger is driving -. Where we are?
"Look out the window," he encourages me.
The fascinating city of New York, the city that never sleeps, leaves me speechless, seeing its imposing skyscrapers each higher, makes my heart race. I smile, it's amazing to be here after months.
"Put this on," he dictates and stopped looking out the window. It's a coat, the weather is austere again and I need to keep warm.
-Thanks.
We do not stay in some sumptuous hotel, but in a secluded place but not so far from the city. It's still New York, we are in a private residence.
-It's yours? I question open-mouthed.
"Yes," he just says.
Before we get out of the car, she tells me that she is going to put a blindfold on me. Her intention is to surprise me, what disloys me is that she is impregnating the moment with a suspense that does not hide darkness.
It seems exciting.
-In agreement.
We go down, I advance guided by him. A door opens, I can hear that sound that is repeated, I imagine that it has closed.
"You can open them," he tells me, freeing my eyes from the silk.