Salvatore Dalla
The entire journey was made in complete silence; Amapola didn’t even glance at me. Back in the warehouse, when everyone dispersed, I went over to her, but the disdain in her gaze was all I received.
I had asked if she was okay, but a slight nod was all she gave me. As soon as we entered the mansion, Ángela grabbed her, tears streaming down her face. All that despair and silence were distracting me, so I headed straight to my room.
I waited for her to come to me, but she didn’t; I knew she hadn’t left because Amadeu had strict orders to let me know if she tried to. I paced around the room, and for the first time, I didn’t know how to handle the situation. When I realized I would wear a hole in the floor if I kept moving, I decided to go to her room.
“Amapola?” I called her attention after opening the door; my eyes were drawn to the open suitcase on the bed. She was packing her clothes; she was going to leave me, she was going to walk out of my life. “We need to talk,” I said after receiving no response.
“There’s no need, Salvatore,” her voice was firm and determined. “We have nothing to say.”
“She drugged me, Amapola; you were there, you saw the video,” I justified.
“I heard, Salvatore, but I made sure not to watch it because yesterday was more than enough for me.”
“And what do you want me to say? What do you want me to do?” I asked, walking up to her and taking the piece she was folding from her hands; she wouldn’t even look me in the eyes.
“Let me go, Salvatore; that’s all I ask.”
“Amapola...”
“I never wanted this life for myself, Salvatore; I don’t know how to live this life, to stay by your side, to get used to the deaths, the kidnappings, the abuse—none of this is what I wanted for myself, none of it is what I dreamed.”
“But you said you loved me.”
“And I do love you, Salvatore, but it’s not enough. I need peace, safety, and distance from all this. I want to go back to being who I was before you.” Tears fell from her eyes.
“That’s impossible, Amapola, after everything we’ve been through.”
“I will take the good moments and everything you’ve given me, but I don’t want to be by your side anymore.”
I wanted to beg her to stay, to open up all my feelings to her, to tell her that she had awakened something in me that no one else had, that with Amapola, I was… good.
As she continued folding and putting away her clothes, I thought of everything I could say to convince her to stay, but I couldn’t, and I shouldn’t. A boss never humiliated himself, never begged, and I was the boss. On the other hand, when I was in front of Amapola, I was just Salvatore, her Salvatore.
“I can’t let you go.”
“Are you going to keep me prisoner again?” Her eyes cut me with anger.
“No, Amapola, that’s not the issue. You’ve been by my side all this time; pulling away like this could put you at risk. Don’t risk your life by not wanting to be close to me.”
“But being close to you is risking my sanity. Don’t worry; I know how to take care of myself.”
“How did you know today when you were taken?” I questioned, irritated.
“I was taken by the family of a crazy woman in love with you; can’t you see that what brings me danger is you, Salvatore?” Her harsh words made me swallow hard. “Look at everything I’ve been through since I’ve been by your side! All the risks, the attacks, the kidnappings; being with you is the only thing that can destroy me.”
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