Spelen Met Vuur

Spelen Met Vuur

Mariam El-HafiđŸ”„

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Introduction

Hij trok me voor zich en ik voelde me alsof ik oog in oog stond met Satan zelf. Hij boog zich dichter naar me toe, zijn gezicht was zo dicht bij het mijne dat als ik bewoog, we met onze hoofden zouden botsen. Ik slikte terwijl ik hem met grote ogen aankeek, bang voor wat hij zou doen.

“We gaan straks even samen praten, okĂ©?” Ik kon niet praten, ik staarde hem alleen maar met grote ogen aan terwijl mijn hart als een razende tekeer ging. Ik kon alleen maar hopen dat hij niet achter mij aan zat.

Althaia ontmoet de gevaarlijke maffiabaas, Damiano, die wordt aangetrokken door haar grote onschuldige groene ogen en haar maar niet uit zijn gedachten kan krijgen. Althaia was verborgen gehouden voor de gevaarlijke duivel. Toch bracht het lot hem naar haar. Deze keer zal hij haar nooit meer laten gaan.
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Mariam El-HafiđŸ”„

Chapter 1

Althaia

Ik stond in mijn hotelkamer terwijl ik me klaarmaakte voor het verlovingsfeest van mijn nicht. Ik ben altijd close geweest met Cara, aangezien we praktisch samen zijn opgegroeid in hetzelfde huishouden. Onze vaders runden samen een bedrijf. Lang verhaal kort, ik kwam erachter dat mijn vader en oom een maffia runden, en omdat ze altijd druk waren met hun bezigheden, bracht Cara het grootste deel van de tijd met mij en mijn moeder door. Helaas stierf Cara’s moeder toen we kinderen waren en mijn moeder voedde Cara op alsof ze haar eigen dochter was. Verder waren we een vrij gelukkig gezin.

Of dat dacht ik tenminste.

Er zijn dingen die je gewoon niet opmerkt als kind, omdat je te druk bent met kind zijn, toch? Mijn vader, Gaetano, was altijd een drukke man, maar hij herinnerde zich wel om af en toe tijd met me door te brengen, niet zo vaak als ik zou willen, maar het was beter dan niets.

Op een dag waren Cara en ik zoals altijd nieuwsgierig en probeerden we mijn ouders af te luisteren omdat het leek alsof ze ruzie hadden. We waren de trap afgeslopen om een beter zicht en gehoor te krijgen, maar we konden niets horen.

Wat er daarna gebeurde, schokte ons allebei.

Mijn moeder, Jacinta, sloeg mijn vader die avond keihard. We stonden verstijfd van schrik te kijken naar wat er net gebeurd was voordat we terug naar onze gedeelde kamer renden en deden alsof we sliepen zodat we niet betrapt zouden worden.

De volgende dag had mijn moeder onze koffers gepakt en vertrokken we. Ik herinner me dat ik die dag zo hard huilde omdat Cara niet met ons meeging. Mijn moeder probeerde haar mee te nemen, maar mijn oom weigerde haar te laten gaan. Het deed mijn moeder pijn om Cara zo achter te laten en ik was er zeker van dat ze haar redenen had om te vertrekken, maar de reden daarvoor is nog steeds onbekend. Mijn vader en ik hielden geen contact meer, ook al probeerde ik hem te bellen omdat ik hem miste, maar hij belde me nooit.

We verhuisden uren weg van ons oude huis en ik kon Cara ontmoeten wanneer het mogelijk was, maar het werd moeilijker voor haar om het huis te verlaten naarmate ze ouder werd omdat haar vader steeds strenger werd. Hij werd een verschrikkelijke ouder. Hij was altijd onder invloed van alcohol en drugs, een zeer gevaarlijke combinatie die hem krankzinnig maakte en Cara sloeg wanneer hij zo was.

Het was een understatement om te zeggen dat ik nerveus was om na zo lange tijd weer bij hen in de buurt te zijn. Ik wist niet wat ik kon verwachten en bleef maar denken of mijn vader blij zou zijn me na zo lange tijd weer te zien.

“
Niet overgeven.” zei ik tegen mezelf terwijl ik diep ademhaalde omdat ik me misselijk voelde, vooral nu ik helemaal opgedirkt was.

Ik besloot een lange zwarte zijden jurk zonder rug te dragen met dunne bandjes, de voorkant had een diepe v-hals die behoorlijk wat decolleté liet zien. De jurk was strak aan de bovenkant en werd wat losser vanaf de heupen met een lange split aan de rechterkant, die halverwege de dij stopte. Ik maakte de look af met een paar zwarte open-toe stiletto's met bandjes om de enkel.

Ik nam een laatste blik in de spiegel en was tevreden met het werk dat ik had gedaan. Mijn lange golvende en zware bruine haar reikte tot het einde van mijn rug, en aan de rechterkant had ik een clip met een rhinestone bladontwerp geplaatst om wat van het haar uit mijn gezicht te houden. Ik deed een simpele bruine smokey eye die goed bij mijn groene ogen paste en vormde ze meer kat-achtig.

“Laten we gaan.” zuchtte ik tegen mezelf toen ik klaar was en maakte mijn weg naar de lobby.

Cara zorgde ervoor dat er een auto naar mijn hotel werd gestuurd om me naar het landhuis te brengen. Mijn oude huis. Mijn hart begon sneller te kloppen bij de gedachte om er na zo'n lange tijd weer te zijn en te zien of er veel veranderd was in de loop der jaren. Mijn vader had niet lang na ons vertrek een nieuwe vrouw gevonden en heeft nu zelfs een zoon. Niet biologisch, want het was de zoon van zijn vrouw uit een eerder huwelijk, maar hij behandelde hem alsof het zijn eigen kind was. Ik zou liegen als ik zou zeggen dat het me niets deed, omdat hij iemand anders meer als zijn eigen kind behandelde dan mij.

Cara had meteen de roddels gedeeld en zei dat mijn vader er flink op achteruit was gegaan. Ze zei dat ik zou begrijpen wat ze bedoelde als ik er eenmaal was, en ik was klaar om de nieuwe vrouw van mijn vader een vuile blik toe te werpen.

In de lift naar beneden naar de lobby voelde ik mezelf nerveuzer worden en friemelde ik met het kleine cadeautje dat ik bij me had. Het voelde alsof mijn maag in duizend knopen zat, wat me buikpijn bezorgde.

"Kom op, Althaia. Wat is het ergste dat kan gebeuren? Het is gewoon familie," ademde ik uit, terwijl ik probeerde mijn zenuwen te kalmeren.

Bij het bereiken van de lobby gingen de liftdeuren open, en ik haalde nog een keer diep adem, terwijl ik het kleine verlovingscadeau in mijn handen hield. Het was niets groots, gewoon twee champagneglazen met de tekst 'Mr. Right' met een snorretje, en de andere 'Mrs. Always Right' met rode kuslippen. Het deed me meteen aan Cara denken omdat ze altijd dacht dat ze gelijk had. Zelfs in situaties waarin ze dat niet had, had ze volgens zichzelf toch gelijk. Ze is soms een beetje zelfingenomen.

Toen ik het midden van de lobby naderde, stopte ik midden in mijn pas toen ik de lange blonde man in een grijs pak zag dat perfect om zijn lichaam zat.

"Michael?!" zei ik geschokt. Hij draaide zich om en glimlachte naar me toen hij me zag.

"Althaia. Lang niet gezien," zei hij met een perfecte glimlach, waarbij hij zijn perfect witte tanden liet zien. Het was zo lang geleden dat ik hem voor het laatst zag, mijn allereerste crush. Verdomme, nu herinner ik me waarom ik zo geobsedeerd door hem was. Hij had de mooiste blauwe ogen die ik ooit had gezien, een scherpe kaaklijn en een gladgeschoren gezicht. Zijn vuilblonde haar perfect gestyled, met de 'ik heb geen moeite gedaan' look, wat hem honderd keer sexyer maakte.

We hadden eigenlijk een tijdje gedate toen we jonger waren. Hij wist het alleen niet.

Ik staarde hem alleen maar aan, mijn mond stond een beetje open omdat ik mijn eigen ogen niet kon geloven.

"Verdorie, Althaia, maak gewoon een foto als je me zo gaat aanstaren," lachte hij, en ik voelde meteen mijn wangen rood worden. Verdomme, hij heeft nog steeds dat effect op me.

"Vlei jezelf niet te veel, Michael. Ik was gewoon verrast je hier te zien," lachte ik, hopend dat hij mijn blozende wangen niet opmerkte.

"Ja, nou, ik hoorde toevallig Cara zeggen dat je zou komen, en dat ze iemand zou sturen om je op te halen. Ik kon niet geloven dat de Althaia zou komen, dus zei ik dat ik je zou komen halen." Hij glimlachte en stak zijn handen in de zakken van zijn broek. Zijn ogen gleden langzaam van mijn ogen naar mijn lichaam en vervolgens weer omhoog om mijn ogen te ontmoeten, terwijl hij me een luie grijns gaf.

"Ik kan niet zeggen dat ik spijt heb van die beslissing. Je ziet er nog steeds prachtig uit, Althaia." Zijn mooie blauwe ogen werden een tint donkerder terwijl hij me in zich opnam. Mijn hart begon iets sneller te kloppen door de manier waarop hij naar me keek.

"En jij ziet er nog steeds knap uit, Michael," zei ik met een glimlach terwijl hij langzaam naar me toe liep met een sexy grijns op zijn gezicht.

Oh jongen, dit zou een lange nacht worden.

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