Episode 5

Valentim

When I saw Pietro kissing another man at the club, I completely lost control. I never imagined Pietro was gay; he always kept to himself. I had noticed him before, he is very handsome and attractive, but I never thought about his sexuality.

We went to the hotel in silence; I didn't know what to say. I was trying to control myself from going back to the club and killing the guy who was kissing what was mine. No, no, Pietro isn't mine. By mine, I meant he is part of the mafia. My head was confused, and I couldn't understand why I was so angry. When we arrived, we went to my room. I needed to talk to him and find out what was going on.

In the middle of our discussion, his phone started ringing. He didn't want to answer, but I made him. It was who I imagined, the other guy wanting to know if he was okay.

After Pietro hung up the call, I wanted to know if that man had touched him besides the kiss. In a fit of rage, I approached him and kissed him with anger and desire. I couldn't deny that, in a way, all of this stirred me up. I started kissing Pietro, and his kiss tasted like whisky. I asked for entry, and he opened his mouth, deepening our kiss. I wanted to feel his body, sense the warmth of it. I broke the kiss due to lack of air, and when I looked at him, I realized the big mistake I had just made. This couldn't have happened. Angry about everything that had happened that night, I kicked him out of my room.

Valentim: SHT, SHT, SH*T

I was angry at myself. What am I going to do now? What if Pietro decides to blackmail me? Why did I like his kiss so much, even got turned on, which was rare? I undressed and went to the shower, needing a cold shower to clear my head. I closed my eyes under the spray, the image of me kissing Pietro in my mind.

After the shower, I got out and went to bed in just a towel. Pietro wouldn't leave my mind. What was he doing? Was he going to meet that man again? I needed to talk to him and ask him not to tell anyone about what had happened here.

I tried to sleep in bed, but Pietro was on my mind all the time. Finally, after a long time, I managed to fall asleep.

I woke up the next day, did my personal hygiene routine, ordered breakfast to the hotel room to avoid seeing Pietro. After breakfast, I grabbed my notebook and saw a message from him in my email.

QPietro_Mff@gmail.com

Good morning, you're probably avoiding me because of yesterday. Let's forget about what happened. I won't ask you questions, but I hope you respect me and don't tell anyone. Life is yours, do as you please, as I will do with mine.

But this email is not for that reason. I'm writing to inform you that five more girls disappeared last night, and one was found dead without legs, arms, or organs. I'm going to investigate at 10:00. If you're going too, be at the reception by 10:10.