Keanu

Keanu jumped from his thoughts and had to orient himself first. He was completely somewhere else with his thoughts and as a little ashamed for it. He hadn’t wasted a single thought on the amulet or on Marcos or his mum. No, he had only thought about the unknown blond who looking exactly like Giada, spoke Italian and run away from him.

He still hadn’t figured out what Giada could be doing in Malta. After all, what should he care? If it had been Giada, it was none of his business. She could travel to wherever she wanted to, or rather where Daddy had her go to, since Giada was nothing more than Daddy’s little slave, Keanu thought bitterly. His marionette, his extended arm. He had to admit a pretty marionette but after all still a marionette with no own will or feelings of her own. Slowly his rage was directed against himself rather than her. Why on earth could he not get this treacherous woman out of his head? What was going on with him? God knew there were enough women out there for him to replace Giada and to have fun. No, he didn’t have to mourn her like a dog mourns for his former owner tethering him up somewhere on the roadside, leaving him behind. No, wrong again, first he had been beaten almost to death by daddy’s companions and dumped in the sea before he was tethered up and left there. Up to now, he didn’t understand how he could have managed to get out of this alive. His guardian angels must have been really busy those days. Anyway, his rescue could not have had anything to do with Giada. »Hey, are you even listening to me? « He heard Gregory’s voice from somewhere far away and slowly got back to reality. Fuck Giada! [if !supportLineBreakNewLine] [endif]