Entendido," I tell her on the phone.
A moment later, a man dressed as a maintenance worker from the exclusive anti-lock shop and
joyerized at the other end of the large floor, running to a door With an emergency salt
bed on top.Included with his lower beaker head, Jemin keeps His Head tilted and
The
Phone attached to his ear, trying to hide the multitude of surveillance cameras on his Bezel. The guy was Cautious considering
that Endri Dushku, the leader of the Albanian mafia, gave a centavo To A guy
in
the
security
office
of
the shopping center to ruin the video transmission
for
ten
minutes.
At the moment when Jemin goes out of sight, I enter
the
exclusive
personal
staircase.
"Voy
a
bajar".
"No," commands the voice of the other side. "Now you want a video of the explosion. Use the timer
for five minutes to prepare your camera. You'll be waiting for the garage to close when it's finished."
I submit the manga to give a view on my pulse watch. It's old, the darling of crystal is rayed and the heart of
the heart is worn out. Apart from the clothes I carried this time, it was the only personal object I carried with
me when I and my husband and wife from Sicily left.
"Good" answer on the phone and the line is cut. It
irritates me a lot to follow them
Orders from a pretentious imbecile like Jemin, but this shit ends today. The story I made with
the Albanian mafia boss expires this night.
Well, for my complete surprise, Dushku offered me a regular card in the Albanian clan, one that
includes all the standard benefits. I'm trying to accept it. It would mean security and no loss of
money. But no respect. I no longer knew that the Sicilian excoria they had accepted. So, dutifully, I
returned the offer.
In the chaotic and violent world of organized crime, very few values are lost. The only exception is to
fill the mouth. Y Endri Dushku cumple his promises to him. As of this night, I am a free man. With the
experience and clandestine connections that fomented while working for Albanians, I can easily
make my life and achieve my goals. I promised my husband that someday we would fly home. And I
also have many promises.
I just want to finish this job. I break the door of the stairway and I don't see the door as soon as I pass the door of my heart rate
monitor. The faint tick-tock is the only sound that breaks the silence, reverberating in the hormigĂłn
walls like a cursed whisper inside a high-tech capilla. The shopping center does not open until a few
hours, so in case there is no redeemer. The majority of the employees of the establishments will be
ready, and all of them must gather in more public areas such as the dining hall. This end of the
complex is deserted, the perfect condition for placing the explosives inside the room filled with old
containers and a brilliant and delicate base that matters to a child born in this world. The dueño de la
tienda is from the old school and he should have
known
that
he should
not
bear
the
"protection"
of
the Albanian clan. If he didn't want to pay, Dushku
didn't
decide
to
give
the
guy
a
lesson,
starting
this
week with an explosion. The bomb inside the vault
will
catch
the
damned
thing
and
destroy
the
collectibles that are hidden in a million glassware.
I'm configuring my phone to start calling when the
happy
laughter
of
a child
sounds
on the
floor
of
the shopping centre. I'm worried if he's completely
quiet.
No
need
to
have
anything
here
at
this
moment. And much less kids.
"Don't worry because you see yourself bothering the little woman to help us before opening the
place." A female voice directs my life. "We may have received the dress later."
"There was no humor to argue with the multitudes," replies a man as the coup of small pies
approaches. "ÂĄBabe! Come back!"
"Oh, déjala en paz." Once again the woman. "You know that she enjoys these crystal roses inside
the closet of the old-fashioned room. In any case, no one is beside her, and you can still see her
from here"
My hand opens the edge of the door with so much force that the madeira becomes bitter. An
insurrectionist coup throbs in my head, my heart is so cheerfully strong that I could rival a real
insurrectionist while my brain is dealing with the situation. You don't have enough time to call
Jemin and make him look like the timer.
Even if I have it, it's hard to tell me. The collateral damage never mattered to her.
The happy laughter resounds in the space when a little girl, no more than three years old, passes by
running by the shade of the staircase, directly towards the illuminated display of the front door. The thing
that she will fly in pedazos when she is there is an incendiary artifact.
No full. I run.
The adrenaline rushes through my veins as I run past the little girl who is halfway down the street at
this moment, chilling with pleasure. Her arms are raised in front of her, extending the brilliant
crystal flowers that are displayed below the lights of the vitrine. Ten steps separate us.