The breeze swayed my hair, causing naughty strands to rush to my cheeks, slightly tickling them.

Horror, how I wanted to comb them to the blood, in order to somehow calm the inner pain.

Pain - from which the head hurts, the heart hurts and the mind suffers.

Memory scrolls through everything, in small details, and does not allow me to forget all the horror that happened to me these days.

It's like he's making fun of me.

I look normal.

Like an ordinary house.

Maybe not the best comparison, but it explains a lot.

A well-groomed house ennobled with a flowering garden.

A family lives inside.

A simple family of some millions, to which it is a sin to find fault.

The father is the head of the family, the beautiful wife and wonderful children.

But when the doors of the house are closed, the trap slammed shut.

The head of the family turns into a monster, terrorizes, beats, humiliates his children and his beautiful wife.

From which chaos and fear constantly hovers inside the house.

So, I can compare a person with this house. He may seem calm, balanced, but deep in his soul lies fear ... pain ... humiliation ...

All this is spreading through the body like a cancerous tumor.

Maybe someday I can heal.

Perhaps someone can help me with this.

Or, I will remain a victim of my "sick" head and let it manipulate me.

However, I continue to play this ordinary house, around which a flowering garden blooms ...

Sitting in the gazebo, I secretly watch how Victoria rushes back and forth, laying out appliances, muttering something under her breath. She is so funny in her apron with a small flower.

-Victoria, stop rushing about! It's better to sit down with me, I'll show you what dress I modeled.

I created a sketch here, but this is not the final version yet. Holding the tablet in my hands, I examine my new creation.

- Oh, my piccino guests will be here soon, it will not be nice to keep Don Batista himself waiting! You will definitely show me everything after the guests have left.

At the mention of this name, my heart sank.

Batista himself decided to visit us, Hades got out of the realm of the dead.

He didn't think about us for four whole years. After a terrible tragedy happened in his family.

His parents were killed. The management of the clan fell on his shoulders, someone planted a bomb in their car.

Everyone on the council made a unanimous decision that the sole heir of Dario Moretti, Batista Moretti, should assume the responsibility of being the boss.

This man was something beyond my reach.

As children, we spent a lot of time together. The fact is that our parents were friends and my father was the boss of the Romano clan, but they also suffered a terrible fate.

Actually, this explains why the don himself is heading here.

Exactly ten days ago, on the 20th of September, we got a call and were told that Lorenzo Romano's car had been in an accident. There were no survivors.

As the examination showed, the driver of the truck was guilty, he skidded into the oncoming lane and a head-on collision occurred. My Aunt Sarah thinks it was all set up, but there's no point in sorting it out now.

The first two days I had apathy. I did not understand what was happening and only on the third day my emotions took over.

I cried for two days, together with our housekeeper Victoria, who has been working for us for a quarter of a century.

Victoria has not an easy fate, she came to our house when she was twenty-seven years old. She did not marry well.

Her asshole husband beat her and mocked her, she put up with him for a long time, but put the last point when her husband beat her while she was pregnant and she lost her child.

After this incident, the doctors put an end to her ability to become a mother. It sounds terrible, but it's the truth of life.

If it were my will, I would shoot his balls, but he had already received his punishment, five years ago Victoria found out that her ex-husband was found dead somewhere in the gateway, they said he owed someone a lot.

This woman replaced my ba as she traveled the world in her old age in search of a young stallion.

By a tragic coincidence, everyone today decided to visit our family home. Why did my inner introvert begin to give an SOS signal, or maybe this is already a sociopathy? Although conscience and compassion are still present in me.

-Signora Marcella has already arrived. Victoria's quiet voice reports.

Hmm ... my ba knows how to make a fuss.

-Where's my granddaughter?

I hear my grandmother's voice. So sonorous that I had to twist my face.

- Oh my Amazon, how you lost weight!

Yes, yes, it’s not by chance that ba calls me an Amazon, the fact is that as a child, through some channel, I stumbled upon this river and was dumbfounded that so many different varieties can coexist in this river. It was always interesting, there or desperate ones who set foot in this kingdom, teeming with dangerous individuals. Then I did not know that this river would also remind my life.

- Hi grandma!

Ba walks towards me with a confident gait from the hip and kisses me on both cheeks.

- I heard that Batista himself deigned to come down to us, although he did not come to the funeral, but sent his attorney with a huge wreath.

- I also need cryptocurrency! Many people know, but no one has ever seen it.

-Baaa! Stop!

For the first time in ten days, I let out something like a chuckle.

Marcella was also not at the funeral, neither was Aunt Sarah. Grandmother was in Sweden when she was told the bad news. After the fateful call, she became ill with a heart and was hospitalized, she spent a week in the hospital. But judging by the amount of whiskey, which she pours into herself, her heart is stronger than all combined in our house.

Auntie, on the other hand, was unable to work, she was in Chicago at that time, this is due to her business. It seems like she was planning an expansion.

- Batista is the boss, he has a lot to do, I think if he was free, he would come himself. Although they still have no excuses.

- Oh, my dear Amazon! Your parents were close, I’m already silent that after the death of Dario, your father helped Batista a lot, he could at least for the sake of respect put aside his business and come personally, and not send his henchmen. Well, okay, I don’t want to condemn anyone, because Sarah also could not postpone her affairs, although she was your mother's sister.

-Señora Marcella, your whiskey!

-Thank you, Vicki!

Grandma takes a glass of whiskey and pours it into herself in one gulp. After finishing this meal, she bumps into my displeased face.

-What are you looking at? This is waiting for you too! We have a family, and female alcoholism is not treated at all.

- You were just in the hospital not long ago, any alcohol and stress are generally contraindicated for you.