"We're here," Vinny says a little later. "Go and free the pins now, but if you try something new,
you'll regret it."
"Where are we?" I ask timidly, deciding that it's time to change tactics. Sometimes they think that
they are tired of resisting me, they will lower their guard.
The unfortunate man ignores me. He shorts the plastic
straps
at
the
back
of
my
toys,
he
grabs
me
by
the arm and lifts me up abruptly so that I can put
my
foot
down.
"Muévete."
Piso between the asientos and then below the extreme
ladders
of
the
aircraft
as
far
as
the
runway,
with
the
idiot
number one behind me and the number of two leading
the
way.
The
air
is
fresh
and
the
aroma
of
salt
is
perishable in a light breeze. We are looking for the coast.
Is
Florida
this
time?
There
is
much
more
heat
here
than
in Chicago.
The bastard present to my wheels, Hank, stands at the foot of the stairs, observing the earth path
that extends from the track. I look at my elder, trying to capture the panorama. There is no sight
and, apart from a small building on one side, there are no other structures. In fact, this doesn't
seem like an absolute airport. Just an aviation field. A paved runway. Hierba. And the wavy hills. I've
never been to Florida, but I don't think it lights up like that.
The sharp chill of a pájaro resonates in some place above me, and I raise my head to identify the
source. It's a gaviota. I closed my eyes because the sun is high in the sky.
Average dia. It can't be average. They seized me at the last hour of the night.
"I'm driving," says Vinny when he comes to stand next to Hank, with his meaty grip on my
implacable arm.
"No delay in coming." Hank welcomes the guys and puts his hand in the bag to get a pack of
cigarillos.
I set aside my thoughts about the hour of the day and put my eyes in the burning light in Hank's
hand. My heart rate disappears, the adrenaline rushes through my veins while I gaze intently at the
small call. This is my opportunity. But I need my arm to be free.
"¿Me das uno?" Requested. "Please?"
Hank me strain your eyes. "How many years have we got? Three?"
I repress the urge to give her more teasing and sleep in her place. Just like my mother, you can see
that she is smaller than most women, but this makes sure that the gilipollas can see the pinch of my
lower breasts in my worn shirt.
"Veintitres".
"Yes, of course," Hank replies, taking a cigar from the package and offering it to me.
"Does it matter to you?" Apart from the arms of Vinny's
dedos,
they
open
to me
like
branches.
Vinny gruñe, but me suelta.
I take the cigarrillo that he offers me and I place it
between
my
lips,
playing
against
one
of
the
hairy
mechones that the light wind throws at me. More
of
the
unmistakable
marine
air
invades
my
nasal
passages while I slowly move my hands around the
waist
of
my
cowherds.
Hank
turns
to
encender
on
Zippo and extends it to me.
My lips were kissed in a dark smile. "Thanks.
I lean forward and lift the bottle of deodorant that I hold close, pressing the bottle. During a second
moment, a fresh masculine aroma envelops me, but at the next instant, the spray strikes the llama
and the delicious masculine fragrance transforms into the scent of the quenched cloth and the
charred skin when I throw improvised leaves from the white one.
Hank wrinkles and retreats to trompicones, alejándose of the fiery flow. I never hoped to have the
opportunity to prove this concrete trick that your Sergei taught me, but life is full of surprises.
However, the triumph doesn't last long. He pulls the top of my head when Vinny grabs my hair.
Grito. If tears fill my eyes and, for an instant, I feel an irrepressible impulse to surrender. No. This
isn't going to happen. I lift the pencil of the manga in the palm of my hand. Grab the end with your
exposed hands and hit the puta's head, pointing them to the left eye.
The brick is so corpulent that it hits me just red on the lip, leaving a snark across the back of my butt.
Anyway, Vinny shouts and makes me happy. While he's free, I'll take the turn and I'll take the path of
the earth through the track. It is a more extreme route than a normal path for vehicles, bordered with
olive trees on both sides. It would still be difficult for the shit that they gave me, and with the
temblorous stones to be fit for a long time, running is a desafío. Too much, sometimes, but the
adrenaline that flows through the bloodstream makes me follow it fast. This is probably the only
opportunity that tends to escape.
Stand in the middle of the earth chimney when the deep extrusion of a motor resonates on the
surrounding hills. A cloud of dust rises between the trees and a car appears on the curve. The elegant
white sports car, which seems totally out of place in this rural area, is approached. During the second
half, I waver, without knowing whether the person who goes to the coach is a friend or an enemy, but
I don't have another option. Sigo running hacia él.
Only a few steps and you don't want me to air in the lungs when two hands grab me and lift me
up.
"¡Tú, zorra!" Vinny gruñe junto a mi oreja.
"¡Socorro!" He shouts while he shouts.
"¡Para, joder!"
"¡Nunca!" I turn back and away, trying to free myself, but I don't falter when I get him.
The white car is within one meter of us. The door of the conductor is opened and a red man of
twenty years comes up. He wears a worn vaquero and a worn white shirt.
"Por favor, ayúdeme," I say briefly, aiming straight at the covered box.
Give me a quick look and then look at Vinny.
"What is this?
His voice is low and has a light tone, indicative of a speaker not native to English.
"The hacker". The response is just right from me.
But what devils...? I was sure that they had kidnapped me because this is my father, and not because of
my petty affection. To the best of these you don't know who they are.
Jean's hair ties them to the hair line. His green eyes fade away from me, running from my head to
my feet and going to suffer to keep my hair tied.
"Qué interesante tour de los acontecimientos". He looks at me carefully. "Benvenida a Sicilia, señorita".
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