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**Nario's Perspective**
As I finished preparing, Ivano entered the room.
"Ivano, are you ready?" I asked, my voice calm.
"More than ever," he replied. "Let's go give comfort to my enemies."
We left the house and headed straight to the car. The funeral site wasn't far, so it wouldn't be a long drive. Once we arrived, Ivano stepped out first, blending in with the mourners. I followed, donning a hat, gloves, and a mask—anything to remain inconspicuous.
From a shadowed corner of the cemetery, I observed the scene. It was strangely serene; no one shed a tear. The only sounds were the mocking laughter of Flavio, Bruno, Emilio, and Gustavo—my enemies, the four 'Dealtros,' former partners who had once betrayed me and sent me to prison.
Their satisfaction was palpable, and it brought me a twisted sense of joy. My body grew tense with anticipation as their laughter died down, replaced by a disturbing calm. I could see the satisfaction on their faces as they awaited the arrival of my corpse.
**Kamila's Perspective**
From the opposite corner of the cemetery, I scanned the crowd. I knew he had to be here somewhere. My gaze locked onto a figure dressed in black, his face obscured by a mask. I knew it was him.
I moved closer, careful not to draw attention. He simply stood there, watching, doing nothing more.
As the ceremony concluded and people began to leave, I noticed him retreat to his car. I followed, my steps light, and my curiosity piqued. He drove slowly, allowing me to tail him with ease.
**Author's Perspective**
Nario's plan was now in motion. He parked his car a short distance from Flavio's. Kamila, still in pursuit, watched his every move.
Flavio, grinning, approached his car and opened the door. But his smile quickly faded, replaced by a look of sheer horror.
"What the hell is this?" Flavio stammered, his voice trembling.
Inside the car was a photograph—an image of Flavio, covered in blood, with the words "I adore you" scrawled beneath it. His hands shook as he snatched the photo and rushed toward Bruno.
Nario couldn't help but laugh, knowing the terror he'd unleashed. Meanwhile, Kamila was dying to know what had transpired in that car, and why Flavio had been so terrified.
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Nario started the car and drove away from the cemetery. Kamila quickly removed her heels and sprinted to her own car, hidden just out of sight. Earlier, she had planted a tracker beneath Nario's vehicle, and now she watched the signal closely to determine his direction.
**Kamila's Perspective**
He was heading toward 'Fedre,' a place known for its riding trails. What could he possibly be looking for there?
I parked my car at the entrance and began searching for him. He had arrived before me, so I took out my phone and studied his picture again. I needed to make sure I didn't lose him in the crowd. Then, I spotted him.
He was mounting a horse, heading toward the mountain trails. As much as I despise horses, I had no choice but to follow him. I reluctantly mounted one and set off in pursuit.
"Damn it, Kamila," I muttered to myself, "you hate horses!"
I trailed him at a safe distance. He finally stopped near a secluded grove, half-hidden by the trees. Someone approached him, and they exchanged something, but I couldn't see what it was from where I stood. I urged my horse forward, trying to get a better look. The person he was meeting... there was something familiar about him.
Suddenly, my horse neighed loudly, drawing Nario's attention.
"Who's there?" Nario called out, his voice sharp.
My heart raced. I panicked and immediately turned my horse around, trying to flee.
"Why now?" I cursed under my breath, feeling the situation spiraling out of control.
Nario was now chasing after me. My horse bolted, moving so fast it began to terrify me.
"Stop! Please, stop!" I pleaded with the horse, but it only seemed to go faster.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Nario closing in on me.
"Give me your hand!" he shouted, reaching out to me.
"I'm scared!" I yelled back, too terrified to take his hand.
"Give me your hand!" he repeated, his voice more insistent.
"No, I'm afraid!" I cried out, convinced I was about to meet my end.
In a split second, Nario made a daring move. He leaped from his horse onto mine, tackling me off the saddle. We both tumbled to the ground in a cloud of dust.
**Nario's Perspective**
She was crying, and seeing her in pain stirred something unfamiliar in me. When I lifted my head, I finally got a clear look at her face. Her brown eyes captivated me, holding my gaze for a few seconds too long. Her lips were so close, my heart started racing uncontrollably. It had been seven years since I'd had any contact with a woman.
"Nario: Who are you?" I demanded, trying to regain my composure.
"Kamila," she replied, her voice trembling slightly. "Kamila."
"What are you doing here?" I asked, suspicion creeping into my tone.
"I came to ride," she answered, almost defiantly.
"This area isn't meant for riding. Are you following me?" I accused, my eyes narrowing.
"No, I didn't know this was off-limits. It seems we've crossed into Lufinci," she said, her attempt to sound nonchalant falling flat.
"So, you've crossed the line by coming after me," I replied, a hint of warning in my voice.
I grabbed her arm and pulled us both to our feet. She quickly adjusted her dress, looking flustered but determined.
"Let me go!" she insisted, her voice laced with both fear and defiance.
I released her, not wanting to cause her any harm, though my pride screamed at me to stay in control. What was this girl doing to me?
"Be grateful you're a woman," I said coldly. "If you were anyone else, you'd be dead by now."
She looked up at me, fear flickering in her eyes.
"Leave, before I change my mind," I warned, my voice low and dangerous.
She started to walk away, but I noticed her limp, her leg clearly causing her pain.
"What's wrong with your leg?" I asked, my tone softening slightly.
"Nothing," she replied, trying to hide the pain.
"Wait," I said, moving closer. "Are you hurt?"
I touched her leg gently, and she winced in pain.
"You've injured yourself," I said, more concerned than I intended to sound. "I'm taking you to the hospital."
"There's no need. I can manage on my own," she protested.
"I don't like being contradicted," I said firmly. "So don't argue."
Ignoring her resistance, I scooped her up into my arms and began carrying her toward my car. It was a long walk, but I wasn't about to let her go.
"You won't be able to carry me the whole way. Just let me go," she insisted, though her voice was tinged with resignation.
"I'll manage. Don't worry," I replied, determined.
**Kamila's Perspective**
As he carried me, I couldn't help but study his face. There was an almost angelic quality to his features, but I knew better. Beneath that exterior, he was anything but gentle.
"We're here. Get in the car," he said as we reached the vehicle.
"Thank you," I murmured, more to myself than to him. "For not leaving me behind."
"It's nothing. Now, get in the car," he said, his voice still commanding but softer than before.