Favela da Providência was a definitely dangerous place, there were people from simple criminals to sick murderers. A suitable place for organized crime liaisons to meet. The police were no longer surprised to find dead bodies on the street early in the morning, there were more or less eight a day “a high number for a single neighborhood, especially in Brazil, which was considered one of the countries with the lowest homicide rate in the world.Marcel walked the streets with the Max brothers by his side. The leader of the Moraes had an atrocious face with blue eyes in irritation. He entered an alley and could see Duarte leaning against the wall with his blind eye uncovered, a scar could be seen, but how far it went was a mystery, as the mask covered part of his face. Alongside the leader Faitão were Felipe and Sorriso, the main members of the interrogation network. In addition to them there were half a dozen bodyguards, which would not be of much use against the brothers. The fact tha

Rosângela walked the streets looking for a sweet shop.Night had already fallen and only three bodyguards followed her. He didn't like hanging out with those brutes, everyone on the street looked at him as if he were different, they couldn't see beyond the woman who was being escorted wherever she wanted.Rosângela entered the candy store and said “Good night!” and tried to choose the cake quickly. He didn't look back to see who the other buyer was entering the place.His attention only turned to the door when the attendant's scream of terror was heard, the bodyguards next to the Moraes heiress exclaimed an agonized scream. One fell to the ground, still alive, but unable to move. The other died instantly with a gunshot to the forehead, the blood running down his face and his open dead eyes making him a vision from a slaughter movie. The third fell onto the candy jar and after a few seconds of receiving more shots he died. His blood ran down the glass, causing both the attendant's a

The unconscious body of the blue-eyed woman was covered in cuts and bruises, she had been beaten thousands of times in those few hours. The place that looked most injured was his face. The mouth and forehead had deep cuts, one of the purple eyes looking like it had been punched. The eyes were both red inside, revealing that he had cried without stopping in desperate tears. There was blood between his legs.At that moment Murilo was taking his turn. He entered her aggressively. The Moraes heiress looked like a hollow body, as she seemed to no longer show pain after so many attacks. She didn't scream, she didn't cry, she just stood there as if she were in hell and had no salvation. After Murilo finished what he was doing, he got off Rosângela, looking at her with a malicious and evil smile on his face.“You're very hot Moraes, I think I'll keep you here longer until I get tired of having fun with you.She didn't respond and remained silent in the face of psychological attacks, anythi

Souza looked absently at the blonde's room. It was practically entirely made up of pink, and imported furniture and trinkets like those from a dondoca. He looked at the desk and noticed some open college notebooks. The handwriting was neat and the calculations were full of errors. It was obvious that she wasn't born for Marketing, nor could she calculate the four basic operations without making mistakes.“Not that she was stupid, but that wasn't her main skill” She turned some pages, noticing sketches of clothes on the last pages. So that was it, she wanted to be a fashion designer. It was just like Gabriela.It was then that he noticed that notebook with a cover of dried flowers that Gabriela always carried and wrote in at the most unlikely times. He opened it, curious to know what the girl wrote so much about, and started reading a page that he thought was interesting.“Jonas how I love him. That idiot doesn't even realize that all the stupid things I do when he's around is to ge

“Mr. Marcel, that old man said he saw some suspicious men taking a pretty woman with blue eyes to the abandoned house on the main street of the neighborhood.” Pardal said to the boss who was beating one of his own men at the time.“Elvis kill this useless worm who can't even get decent information.” Marcel said harshly. The killer Elvis showed a profane smile and fired three shots into the forehead of the man already beaten by his boss. No one could hear the shots, the killer used a silencer on the gun that muffled the sound.” Take me to that house! When you get there, don't show mercy to anyone, kill everyone.They stopped the cars in front of a house with faded moss green paint. The roof was collapsing and the walls were full of cracks. The house was completely closed, indicating that no one was there, but it was just a way of camouflaging the individuals inside. Marcel knew very well that appearances could be deceiving, he had used homes of that same type thousands of times to ma