Flash Marriage Makes A Perfect Match

Neto looks like an uncle, but he has a good character.

At first she really hated him, but later, the more she got to know him, the more she realised that he had many good qualities that no one else had.

He rarely expressed it, but she knew she was a very important presence in his heart.

I could only pray that Marco would keep Neto under control and not let him run amok.

Horacio answered the phone and went out with Gervasio.

Lucila then had time to examine the room.

The wallpaper on the walls of the room has started to peel, patchy and worn.

There are windows, but security grilles have been installed.

Through the windows, you can faintly see the residential buildings outside, in what must be an old neighbourhood of Ciudad del Cielo.

I was not familiar with Ciudad del Cielo and could not guess the approximate location at all.

Leaning her head against the wall, Lucila took a deep breath to calm down a little.

That Horacio, who seems uncomplicated and somewhat intelligent, and Gervasio, who is clearly a bit more short-sighted and easy to buy, are fine. Colour.

I had to be careful with this Gervasio.

The room was empty of anything else, and the ropes on his hands and feet were tied especially tightly, so that he could not break them at all, nor find anything sharp enough to cut them.

It took him a lot of effort to get up from the floor and jump to the window.

The jaws are worn down and a mouthful of rust is chewed before the window is opened.

The floor was so high that he looked down and couldn’t see if there was anyone underneath.

Suddenly, he saw the cup-sized bonsai sitting on the windowsill, but, of course, the plant inside had dried up and died, and the pot was so small that it could be visually filtered through a gap in the security fence.

I was about to drop my chin and push the little pot down, hitting someone, and surely someone would come looking for it.

But, come to think of it, what if I didn’t hit anyone?

He gritted his teeth and banged his head against the wall, breaking the skin and not bleeding.

Forget it, I don’t want to hit my forehead, what if I disfigure my face with too much force!

He turned on his back and, with great effort, forcefully brushed his bound hands over the edge of the window, immediately cutting a bloody gash in his hand.

Lucila gritted her teeth and pushed the small pot after dripping blood all over it, inside and out.

A blood-soaked flowerpot always arouses the suspicions of passers-by, doesn’t it?

That done, he sat back against the wall, panting heavily, his heart beating fast.

It is better to do something to help yourself than to sit and do nothing.

Minutes passed, Horacio and Gervasio did not return and no one knocked on the door.

By nightfall, Lucila was a little desperate at heart.

Good thing she was wounded in the palm of her hand, because when she squeezed it, it clotted and stopped bleeding, otherwise she would have bled to death before anyone could save her.

I didn’t know how much time had passed, but I was leaning against the wall, drowsily, when the bedroom door opened.

The room was also lit up and those who entered were Gervasio and Horacio.

Lucila sinks slowly.

They all looked bad.

Horatio kept his eyes narrowed on her as soon as she entered, and Gervase’s one eye lustfully fixed on her, as if he had already undressed her.

Coldness leapt through his limbs and he did not even dare to speak.

Horatio took a few steps closer and looked at her condescendingly, “Marco and the others are looking for us, and I see that you are still important to them.

This is to be expected. Marco really cares about Neto, and there is no way he would leave Neto alone.

“How about first we make them wait all night, and when they are anxious tomorrow, we’ll arrange a place for you to meet them. Horatio spoke with a hint of a smile on his face, as if he were talking to an old friend.

This gave Lucila the creeps and she didn’t dare answer.

Horacio patted him on the face, “Don’t be afraid, it’s not like we’re going to do anything to you, we’re aiming for Marco. ”

There was something strange in his words, they seemed to want to reassure her.

Lucila frowned slightly, looking more closely at Horatio, and actually saw something familiar about her.

But then again, I don’t remember meeting this person at all.

He thinks he foolishly tied himself up thinking Horatio looked familiar.

When he finished, he took a pile of money out of his pocket and turned to give it to Gervasio: “Go out and enjoy yourself and come back when you’ve had enough.

Gervasio looked surprised: “Horacio, a prostitute doesn’t cost that much!”

Said Horacio as he fiddled with his cigarette: “You can have a few more, take the nicest ones.

“Yes, thank you Horatio!”

Gervasio finished and ran away.

Lucila had never imagined that one day two men, total strangers to her, would be standing in front of her talking about things like finding prostitutes.

Gervasio left and she felt a little relieved inside.

After all, Gervasio had his eye on her and he had a scary look on his face.

Horatio, on the other hand, is clearly clueless in this regard.

Horatio took a puff on his cigarette and took a seat on the floor in front of her.

He exhaled a smoke ring and asked: “Where are you from?

Lucila thinks that this Horatio, who is either crazy or usually too lonely, is really making small talk with her.

“He’s not from Ciudad del Cielo, at least. “Lucila couldn’t bring herself to say nothing, not even that she was from Ciudad del Cielo.

He raised an eyebrow, looking a little ghastly, and guessed to himself, “Seeing how short you are, you’re from the south, aren’t you?”.

“…” Lucila wanted very much not to love her, but this man was the kidnapper who had her little life in his hands.

Horacio didn’t mind Lucila’s silence and continued to speculate: “From the accent, from the Cloud Cit area?

Now Lucila was surprised.

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Lucila pursed her lips, not daring to ask the suspicion that was on her mind.

Horatio looked at her with a face like he wanted to say something, so he said, “What? Did I guess right?”

Lucila hesitated for a moment and asked: “Did you know me before?

At the words, she saw Horatio’s fingers, clutching the half-cigarette, suddenly tighten and his whole face change.

Did this Horatio really know her?

Horatio merely pressed the butt of the cigarette under his hand on the floor, got up and went to another corner to close his eyes, paying no attention to him.

Lucila was puzzled, Horacio had not denied it, did that mean he really knew her?

However, he did not dare to ask for more.

Gervasio did not return that night.

The room was unheated and Lucila was too groggy to sleep all night, but she was sleepy.

It was long before dawn, but Horatio had left early and Lucila was left alone in the room again.

She had been hungry all day and night, was a little exhausted and was surprised to have visions of someone knocking at the door.

“There’s someone in there …”

There were even hallucinations.

Wait!

Lucila was startled, struggled to the door and banged her head against it twice: “There’s someone in there! Please help me.