Dante is very tall, a head and a half taller than me and stunningly handsome, like from the cover of glossy magazines. I caught the smell of his perfume and cigarettes, the body instantly reacted with a treacherous tremor. Sometimes the smell does something unimaginable with us, makes the instincts simply scream from the saturation of the endorphins received, or vice versa - the smell can cause a caustic disgust. The way Marini smelled to me probably resembled the most sophisticated temptation at the subconscious level.

"He doesn't look much like you," I choked out.

– Chico is my half-brother, twenty years younger than me. He looks like his mother....