=FLASHBACK=The young woman was ripped from her memories. He no longer felt the weight of Baleia on his body, much less the man's hands and lips caressing him wantonly. He opened his eyes and could see his attacker lying against the wall with blood running down his face, a little further away from the image of the killer pointing the pistol towards Baleia. The man who previously attacked her was now attacked and seemed terrified in the face of the dark profile of the killer Max.Gabi was frightened by the gleam she found in the killer's eyes, it was a kind of perversity and truculence. At that moment he wore his most lugubrious expression, any enemy would tremble at the relentlessly intimidating image of the killer. Souza was inert to any mild feeling, it was as if his body only carried the thirst for blood. The muscles on his face were rigid, giving him a voracious smile that was almost demonic. That was the true face of a murderer!His long fingers played with the trigger of the pis

The plane glided through the air with ease, there was no turbulence or storm, in less than five hours they would be in the USA. Meneses and Duarte were sitting in two seats on the Gabrielas' private jet that would take them straight to Quito. Reason for that trip: Kill Reinaldo Lopes! The Moraes leader remained in Brazil to investigate if Paçoca, one of the former leader Lopes' collaborators, attacked.It was no secret to anyone what had happened at the Meneses Lopes house, the massacre of the employees and the murder of Gonçalves. Meneses felt satisfied and vindicated by the fact that Jonas had left the East Zone Complex for his fiancée, who in the end was unable to do so. However, he analyzed what happened to Jonas in a nostalgic way, losing himself in his own past, which had been similar.“What was it Duarte? It's been silent since we left Brazil. “Meneses looked sarcastically at leader Faitão and spoke in an ironic tone. “Don’t tell me this is all a pity for that bastard Jonas? Yo

Marcel was absolutely sure, that psychologist was trying to knock his sense out of him. The tight black skirt that Lana wore covered only half of her toned thighs, the white blouse allowed a tempting neckline revealing the curve of her breasts, her brown hair was loose, falling over her shiny shoulders and crimson lips opened in an inviting way to an impudent kiss. The leader of the Moraes controlled himself not to throw the Bolivian woman on the floor and tear her clothes to caress her skin, which he imagined was soft.“Marcel, I would like you to pay more attention to what I say than to my legs or my cleavage. “Lana placed her hands on her hips and smiled playfully towards the blue-eyed man.“your cleavage is much more interesting than the nonsense you say. In reality, you look more beautiful when you're silent!” Marcel said ironically, loving the very annoying look that the psychologist gave him. The small smile disappeared from the beautiful woman's lips.<

“Do you want revenge for what he did to your family? “Jonas asked, already knowing the answer.“Not only do I want to, I want to! Killing Reinaldo with my own hands is much more than ambition or revenge, it's the reason I still continue in organized crime. “leader Lopes raised an eyebrow trying to understand what the blonde meant. Noticing the confusion he had caused in the man in front of him, Chico continued to explain himself “I don't like what I do! Getting blood on my hands all the time is not part of the lifestyle I want to lead. I want to get married... Have children, start a family, live in a simple place and grow old alongside my wife with my children and grandchildren around me.“I always knew you were an idiot with no ambitions! “Jonas said, showing a melancholic smile. Ketyellen was right about Chico, he was a better person than everyone thought.“I want to kill him with my own hands, so I need to get closer without him suspecting my true

Souza didn't know how to explain why he was saying that, he didn't know why he acted that way. The only explanation was extinction! Perhaps he wanted to defend himself from future disappointment, he believed that the blonde was fickle and that he was nothing more than a whim or momentary desire that Gabriela absorbed. But what if it was wrong? What if just a little bit she really liked him? Anyway, a “servant” was not allowed to love a “princess”. They lived in equal worlds, but had different status, and that factor made all the difference. He should start seeing it as just work.“Not talk like that! “shouted the angry blonde. She knew he was lying, Gabriela could see behind the killer's eyes that had long ago stopped being expressionless before her. “I know there is an us, you like me even if it is a little.He didn't respond, remaining in the deepest silence, but in the corner of his lips an ironic smile formed. The same dark smile that the blonde could recog