Chapter 12.

Emotion.

Leo didn't know why he was excited, something must be wrong, it wasn't normal that the liquid running through his veins let the memories of their intimacy filter into his mind…

 It was as if his subconscious was telling him: you can see her before, and you can see her now, she's still the same Conny Duff that made your heart beat and your manhood stir...

You can see her Leo wearing nothing but a completely white t-shirt at 18, letting her nipples peek through the thin fabric... Or those denim shorts that barely covered her plump buttocks... ¿Didn't you like that view, Leo? ¿Or do you need something more than Conny to satisfy you?

Of course not, the woman was everything he wanted… she was risky, like that time when he had been shot, and she was driving the car and leaving the city they stopped in the middle of the road and had wild, hot sex, maybe that was why he kept her close, even though he couldn't hold her hand he could feel through his gaze that lascivious young woman who silently challenged the hope of a new encounter.

However, it was a little disturbing and at the same time uncomfortable to have to use old methods with her, hitting her had hurt him much more; by threatening her he felt like he was stabbing himself with a knife in his throat… 

The truth is that he was afraid, he was terrified, but the man couldn't transmit it to the outside.

It was not common for a man like him to let anyone know his fears, not even the beautiful Conny Duff, even though it was half the night, the man looked through the window and turned around to see the dark room, with the bright light of the phone screen coming in with many calls and messages.

It was like a kind of déjà vu feeling like it was his parents calling him, when you were young you couldn't hide, there was no distinct part that kept you completely calm, but on the contrary, they made you infiltrate by stripping terror into society and that was what fueled the adrenaline of being alive, of feeling like a powerful king.

In the darkness, however, from the way the 52-year-old woman began to sweat and frantically turn her head from side to side, it was evident that she was in a nightmare, perhaps he was the one inflicting that nightmare, and as he approached he could hear her whisper: get out of here… I don't want to see you.

Those words made him return to the fight they had had when she got pregnant, because he had said those words and hearing them from her felt unreal… it was completely strange, as if his past self was trying to communicate with his present self…

And while her breathing continued to accelerate, he looked at her face in the darkness without showing a small sign of blinking, as if he wanted to enter the dream and read it no matter how deep the wounds of passion between them were or how many times she had to fall, however, he knew he could bring her back by whispering her name, wake up Conny, come back to me…