Chapter 69

My mind fired the triggers, taking me back to weeks ago, when the Major of my battalion ordered me to do that job. His words came back to my mind, making it very clear that I had no other choice, but inducing me to want to fulfill the mission above anything else. And then they returned the days I spent in silence, without having any trace of help from the police. I was totally inert, listening to the roar of the thunder outside, and Picasso's deep breathing below me.

"I can't believe that bastard ordered everything," I grumbled with my eyes lost in a corner of the room. Picasso was silent, so I turned my attention to him, who at the moment furrowed his face to the scars on my legs. "And all for money?

"I could also," said Picasso, still looking at my legs, stretching one hand to slide his fingers through the long mark on one of the thighs. I pressed my feet against each other with a little more force, wanting to avoid that hot wave that