Vicki barely moved her lips, and tears flowed down her cheeks.

Tears for a life not lived, tears for a memory.

She already knew what would happen to her next, she understood that these were her last seconds of life, which she would spend with me.

- Vicki, who was that?

But my question still hangs in a cloud, in a cloud filled with poison gas. Because Vicki will never say anything, she is dead.

She will never bake my favorite chocolate chip cookie and never pat me on the head again and I will never hear her favorite phrase that so often gave me a push forward, she often quoted Branson “To hell with everything! Take it and do it. ”Victoria said this with such enthusiasm that it was a sin for me to give up.

I feel like I'm being lifted off the floor.

-What are you doing, damn it! I told you to crawl under the table! Did you believe in yourself!?

-I would climb under my own table, I'm not a rat to hide!

- Is it normal for you to run under the bullets? Mia, fuck you, are you out of your mind!? Do you understand that you could have been killed!

Batista is shaking me like a doll, his light green eyes are so angry that he could shoot bullets out of them.

-Oh my god, Mia! Is this fearlessness or stupidity?! Oh, my god! Victoria!

Ba flies into our hall, as if a flock of hungry hyenas were chasing her, followed by Orsino.

He was not at all surprised by what was happening. Such composure can be envied.

Most likely we are not a normal family, since murders in our family were the norm, it's like going to the store, but it never concerns people dear to you.

Dad always tried to protect me from his affairs, but somewhere the roof began to leak, and I, like those drops of water, seeped into the places where my father's vendetta took place.

They just didn’t patch the roof in time or didn’t heal the tooth in time, so my father laughed it off.

- Senora Marcella, I'm taking you and Mia, it's not safe here, your things will be brought to my estate, and we will bury Victoria with all honors.

Orsino, find out who this dead man is who somehow managed to get into the house. It will be better for him if he dies before we find him, otherwise he will be in trouble. who missed and missed this person, and then you know what to do. It seems to me that we have got a rat.

Chapter 2

We are approaching the Moretti estate. The last time I was here was about four years ago, when everyone was still alive, when my soul was light and calm.

It's hard to go back to where it was good in the past.

It would be better if this house would remain in my memories, but now I will have to enter it differently, I will have to carry the burden of my longing to this house, I would not like to denigrate it with bad emotions.

Senora Marcella!

-Just Marcella! Batista, let's omit this formality, after all, we are not strangers, I remember you as a baby, I changed your diapers, I want to say that even then your dignity was impressive ....

- Marcella!

-Baaa!

We shouted at the same time as Batista.

- And what's wrong with that, even then it was clear that this boy would break ladies' hearts.

It seems to me that I am pinker than a radish, my God, her straightforwardness sometimes kills me.

- Things will be delivered in a few hours, dinner at eight, Clarissa will show you to your bedrooms, you should probably call Sarah, tell her what happened.

- I already called her, she will arrive in an hour. Sarah is in shock, she is worried about Mia's condition.

Of course Sarah will be worried, I know that the ba is also worried, she's just colder, her emotions are inside, not outside. I don’t know what to do with all this, first my parents, now Vicki, too many people I love are dying.

I got out of the car and for a few seconds fell into a stupor, as if I had returned to the past, I take a deep breath and smile.

It was Batista who caught me behind that smile, his gaze burning a hole in my face.

- How long will you stare?

- Don't put your finger in your mouth, right Mia? Bite off your elbow.

-I guess I went to Marcella with this, but I'm a more tactful version.

He chuckled, God he chuckled, did you see that?

Aah just a bomb, his grin is a separate art form.

- Miya, I wanted to say that we will find the one who did this to Victoria, you will be safer with me.

- Safer from whom? Batista, don't pretend to be worried, we haven't seen each other for four damn years, and then you show up and take me under your wing. It doesn't seem very strange.

At my words, he just grinned and went towards the house, with one of his bodyguards. What a boor, he just took and ignored me.

When I enter the house, the first person I see is

Clarissa. She has worked for the Moretti family for

as long as I can remember, and I do not suffer from amnesia.

-Miiiiiya, baby, how did you grow up, what a beauty you are!

She flies up to me and squeezes me in her arms.

- Yes, we have a diamond, inherited all the beauty from me.

For a while, I even forgot about the ba. That she was behind me. Well, grandmother, well, you can’t praise yourself, no one will.

- Clarissa, how are you? I haven't seen you for a long time.

“Oh Mia, nothing has changed for me.

She lowered her voice a little so that only I could hear it. And her eyes began to fill with tears.

-Of course, the death of Dario and Katrina knocked us down a lot. I stopped seeing Batista at all, all in business, for the fourth year already. Honey, accept my condolences about my parents, it's all terrible, I witnessed that call when Batista was called and informed about the death of Lorenzo and Sophie. He was very depressed, but tried to keep a face.

- Clary, is there a drink in this house?

Will she ever care about anything besides drinking?