LOGINThey killed her husband. They almost killed her too. But she survived. A year later she becomes a detective chasing criminals. Confident. Clever. Stronger than before. He is beautiful. He is a sexy italian. But he is also dangerous. Very..very dangerous. Unscrupulous. Arrogant. See the story of Laura Rosón and Richard Valentino. Laura's boss assignes her the task of pretending to be the new girlfriend of the Italian mobster Richard Valentino, in order to find out all his dirty secrets and put him in prison. She promises herself that whatever happen will put him in jail Will he kill her? Will she put him in jail? "So if I kiss you now, you won't feel anything?" Richard looked at me. "No longer." I approached him and handcuffed him. "YOU destroyed me, Richard. And now you're going to pay for everything you've done."
View MoreIN THE MANSIONLaura p.o.v.We returned and Margaret immediately greeted us at the door."Hello." she smiled at us."Hello, Margaret." I hugged her."Dinner is ready. I made it especially for you.""Actually, I'm not hungry. I'll go up to my office." Richard said and left.I bowed my head.I didn't know why I felt this guilt.He was a criminal."What is up with him?" Margaret asked anxiously.We went to the kitchen, made tea and sat down.Then I told her I had tried to escape. She didn't reproach me. She even said she understood me.That calmed me down.I didn't have to feel guilty for trying to save myself.I didn't feel such guilt.Then I told her about the conversation about Richard's mother."And then he just froze. He didn't want to talk anymore. He didn't talk all the way here." I told her.She was also sad. I saw it in her eyes."Don't worry. It will pass. He just
IN THE MANSIONLaura p.o.v.We returned and Margaret immediately greeted us at the door."Hello." she smiled at us."Hello, Margaret." I hugged her."Dinner is ready. I made it especially for you.""Actually, I'm not hungry. I'll go up to my office." Richard said and left.I bowed my head.I didn't know why I felt this guilt.He was a criminal."What is up with him?" Margaret asked anxiously.We went to the kitchen, made tea and sat down.Then I told her I had tried to escape. She didn't reproach me. She even said she understood me.That calmed me down.I didn't have to feel guilty for trying to save myself.I didn't feel such guilt.Then I told her about the conversation about Richard's mother."And then he just froze. He didn't want to talk anymore. He didn't talk all the way here." I told her.She was also sad. I saw it in her eyes."Don't worry. It will pass. He just
We toured several stores.None of them had a window near the locker room.I decided to try more stores.And then I found it. The perfect store. With window to the locker rooms. I grabbed some clothes and rushed there."You'll have to wait a long time for me." I told Richard."Don't worry. There are magazines here, I'll read a little." he replied.The ideal opportunity.It was as if a higher power was helping me.I put down the clothes from the store and went up to the window.That was the right decision...Right?I started running down the street, trying to get far enough away from Richard.It was as if something weighed on me, but I kept going.What happened to me suddenly?I tried to get rid of that thought.I did the right thing.I didn't act as a policeman, but as a woman.I would not allow the incident of a year ago to be repeated.This man was a cold-blooded killer.
On the next morning."Get up, get up, darling." Margaret patted me on the shoulder. "Breakfast is ready. I was told to wake you, you will leave early."God, that's right. We were going for a walk in Rome.Apparently Richard wasn't bluffing."Okay, okay ... I'm getting up." I muttered in my sleep.After a few minutes I had to get up.I went into the bathroom, brushed my teeth, straightened my hair, put on jeans and a white one-shoulder tank top, and went downstairs.There really was breakfast in the kitchen. And not just breakfast. There was a lot, a lot of food on the table."Good morning, darling." Margaret greeted me."Good morning. Are we all going to have breakfast?" I asked."Oh, no. Richie's already had breakfast, and so is John. It's for you. Richard wanted me to do anything for you because he didn't know what you liked."There really was everything on the table. Pancakes with different types of syrups to them.