womanizer, cynical and sarcastic, he is divorced and father of a little girl. After the separation he never got involved with any woman, he runs away from serious relationships like the devil on the cross. Valentine Messano is an orphaned and broken girl. She inherited her parents' small farm. She is alone in the world and hides the pain of grief through her tough personality. All she wants is to recover part of her father's land that fell into the hands of the Bertholo family. The problem is having to deal with the farmer who took over Valentine's father's land. Because in addition to being a police chief, he is also an aloof brute with a sharp tongue who uses his police power to try to get her back on track. To make matters worse, he is considered the city's sex symbol. In order not to lose a bet, however, Carlo proposes to Valentine that they pretend to be in love and dating and, in exchange for this, he will return the Messano lands. She agrees, risking falling in love with someone she should hate. But when police chief Carlo Bertholo discovers that Valentine is in danger, he will do anything to save her, risking his own life to protect her. 1 They walked away from everyone to start over. They left their lands to start a new life. They believed they would get rich, that they would enjoy comfort and a safe home for generations to come. That nothing else would shake them. Neither illness nor suffering nor insecurity nor uncertainty nor dilemma. They would inherit the land. And so, year after year, descendants, children, grandchildren would follow. There would be no doubt, they would continue the land's legacy until the end. Until the last one of them dies. It was their destiny. That's why they left their home. That was also why they transformed the small shack built in the middle of the woods into a good place to live. And that was the legacy they would leave for her, the only daughter, the heir. The one that was born with the destiny of continuing to keep alive the dream of the first of them, the dream of the pioneer. From her father. Who arrived in that land with nothing in his pockets. Only with hunger and despair. In front of the tomb of her parents, buried on the farm, Valentine observed with tears in her eyes the red plain, the charred bushes, the immense trees, the foams of clouds in the blue sky. So many living things around her, and she, faced with death, alone, the only heir, the legacy of the farm and the legacy of the family, the legacy of her blood that now depended solely on her. Before she died, her father said: There is more than these acres. Years ago, her mother got involved with another man and gave him land that was mine. Forgive me, daughter, we are not perfect. Her mother made a mistake, made a mistake, I didn't give her the attention she deserved. In fact, I was the one who made the mistake. But the lands she gave away, I want them back. A kingdom could not remain fragmented. Valentine no longer had her family, and it was her father's deathbed request that kept her company every day since she lost them. Now, at twenty-three, she was determined to fulfill her father's last wish. She would have her lost lands back. *** The earth slipped through her fingers and fell slowly like a delicate rain of dry grains. The manager managed the medium-sized property and the cowboys handled the cattle. Valentine, therefore, didn't work, didn't move a straw, didn't get his long fingernails dirty with dirt. But the time had come to face his father's rival. In fact, with his adopted son. Nothing would make her give up on taking back the land her mother gave to her lover.
Chapter 1 let him pull her hair
wooden windows on the balcony. And, still tying her belt around her waist, she admired the bucolic landscape. She still felt the same emotion. She was born in that house, grew up running around every corner of the property, bathed in the river and rode countless times to and from school. She breathed in the scent of the earth, a mixture of jasmine and dried dung. She puffed out her breasts and her nipples stood out in the cold morning. She pulled her hair back and twisted it into a thick lock into a careless bun.
Today is a great day to trade land, she thought, tasting the bitter saliva under her tongue. 2 Walid was preparing breakfast in front of the kitchen sink. The cloth strainer received the powder and hot water, the homemade bread finished baking on the wood stove. And, although the kitchen was large and modern - the decor was clean, with built-in cabinets and a duplex stainless steel refrigerator -, there was still a bit of the air of his poor childhood on Valentine's parents' farm. She threw herself into the chair and laid her head in her hands. - I hate waking up. - She said, feeling the bad mood weighing on her shoulders. I had dreamed that she was on the sidewalk of an avenue, sitting on a toilet without a lid. - I dreamed that I pooped in public, can you believe that? I was in a circle of friends, talking, and I discreetly pulled the toilet to the side, sat on it and took a shit. There wasn't even a seat, it was like that rubble you see thrown into the ditch, and I was trying to squeeze out the demon without anyone noticing. Of course they noticed and frowned. Solidarity, right, we don't see it here. Uffff! - As always screwing up. - said the other. Walid was the brother of the farm manager and had always been there, playing ball, flying kites, riding horses. During their childhood, they weren't friends, because Victor wouldn't let his brother get close to his boss's daughter. But after she was alone, Walid was the only person who understood her loss. He was also an orphan. They started talking, listening to music together and talking about trivial things. She didn't let him get close to the point where they became best friends, as she always had a flea behind her ear regarding him. Something strange, an intuition, so to speak, that she didn't allow herself to fully open up to the boy. On the other hand, she kept him close and enjoyed her company, even though every now and then she heard unpleasant hints or comments that left her feeling down. But she let it go unnoticed, it was a thing of his personality, maybe even the way he was raised. - I woke up wanting to tell someone to fuck off. - Is that why you're going to talk to Carlo? - he provoked her - Look, if you're going to get tough with the police chief, you better prepare yourself psychologically. That one is a tough nut to crack. - I am ready. - Like this, in a robe? Well, if you're dressed like that, it'll be easier, because he'll eat you. - I believe. - she made a disdainful face - I need to speed up the process of retaking the lands from... from... Damn, I can't even say the idiot's name. - Your mother loved that idiot, so much so that she left the land to him. - She said, sharply. -She was deluded. - And what woman isn't? If you want to know, I don't think it's right for you to pressure Jeremiah's son to sell you the land. Leave the guy alone. - The land belonged to my father. - She felt anger swell her face. - My mother jumped the fence and almost destroyed our family. She slid her arms across the surface of the table until she flattened her cheek on the furniture. - Living is shit. -Then kill yourself, now. What are you still doing here? - Laziness. - I'll carry her to the slaughterhouse. What type of suicide are you interested in committing? - You're ready to be coached. - she mocked. 3 Amidst the clothes in the closet with mirror walls, she was in doubt about choosing the outfit to face the most scoundrel cowboy in Laredo. That kind of man, sexist and rude, didn't deserve her getting dressed up to see him. At least she wouldn't be wearing her best clothes. She was capable of believing that she was flirting with him, seducing him, the devil. It was as they said: a man's self-esteem should be encapsulated and sold in pharmacies. She picked out some faded jeans and a black t-shirt. She put on her boots in case she had to kick him in the balls. She tied it in a ponytail, because maybe they were going to roll on the floor in a hellish fight and she wouldn't let him pull her hair. She put on her sunglasses, looked in the mirror and puffed her peas. Damn, I don't have breasts!, she thought, laughing. She could even have silicone inserted if she wasn't afraid of dying on the operating table. So many people died, right? The truth was that she liked being disrespected, not having to wear a bra, being able to run freely without her things swinging and slapping her... Besides, it wasn't the size of her breasts that defined a woman's beauty. It was the butt. And Valentine, according to Walid, had a good tail. Of course, it wasn't Kim Kardashian-style at all, although they shared the same cellulite as living people. One more look in the mirror, that general check, thumbs hooked into the waistband of the jeans in the posture of someone who is going to arrive kicking everything! 4 Wide back and narrow waist, small butt that fits into the jeans, as well as the thick thighs of the long legs. Brown, almost blond hair, disheveled strands that hid the back of his head. Unshaven. Blue eyes, fair skin tanned from the sun, large and straight nose, square chin. Macho face, macho son of a bitch who thinks he is. Six feet tall, ripped abs, big arms marked on the cotton t-shirt. She's already seen Deputy Carlo Bertholo without a shirt, not that it matters at the moment, and he has a huge tribal tattoo on his chest and left arm. - Hey, lazy deputy... - yes, that's how she called him and made him turn to her - I want my father's land back, it was his, it's not fair that you, as a man of the law, appropriate it of foreign lands. Carlo lifted the brim of his Stetson, looked around with a sarcastic look, and turned to pay attention to him. - LĂșcia was in her right mind
Chapter 1 let him pull her hair
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Chapter 2 who loved
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Chapter 3 THE POLICE
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Chapter 4 HOW WILL
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Chapter 5 received a compliment
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Chapter 6 smile anymore
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Chapter 7 congested with desire
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Chapter 8 forgave my mother
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Chapter 9 that whole conversation
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Chapter 10 the mind
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Chapter 11 manipulative bastard
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Chapter 12 the last strand
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Chapter 13 he smiled,
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Chapter 14 because she looked
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Chapter 15 she thought
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