Marcel was disturbed from the moment his uncle revealed that he intended to marry Rosângela to Chico. Why the hell couldn't anything go right once in a lifetime? As if it wasn't enough not being able to have her, he would still have to live far away from her? God was really committed to punishing him for the sins he had committed. As the old saying goes “It’s done here… it’s paid here!”.I wanted to believe that Rosângela would not accept that marriage proposal. However, the feeling of disbelief was what remained in his body. He believed in so many things, and nothing came true. Disillusionment was all he had left! Would it be so strange that there was still hope within him? He wanted to be happy, he also believed he had that right despite all his crimes, and without Rosângela it was the same as remaining incomplete.-FUCKING LIFE!”he punched the table hard, scaring the psychologist who was on a sofa further away. Lana raised an eyebrow interested in the aggressive reaction on the par

Brazil's climate became milder. The cold that previously occupied the entire São Paulo region was less aggressive, leaving a typical autumn climate in the air that morning. The bare trees had a yellowish tinge, and the streets were covered in dry leaves. The sky was clear of clouds that predicted rain, however the sun was not the warmest and the breeze was slightly cold.The Meneses Moraes house was lively that morning, everyone from employees to members of the mafia family who lived there were in the living room surrounding Rosângela. They celebrated the return of the voice of the young woman who had spent months without speaking after a sad episode of rape. Mário seemed the most moved, even though he tried to maintain his always haughty pose, he was unable to contain the emotion of seeing his adorable daughter speaking again, in her old serene and melodious voice. Cléia bombarded her sister with questions to make sure that this state of “talking” was not temporary. The oldest maids

The nights in Manaus were hot, so just a thin sheet was enough to cover the two bodies lying in bed. Gabriela was now wearing a thin blue sweater, while Souza was wearing a red samba song. They had spent the entire morning in the room talking, exchanging kisses and loving each other.Gabi slept radiantly, a small smile on her lips and her breathing calm as if she were in the deepest peace. She was snuggled over the body of the killer who, unlike her, was a less heavy sleeper.The room was plunged into silence, only the couple's breathing could be heard. From the shadows four bodies emerged. The figure in front was a woman with a victorious smile, blonde hair and honey eyes, and incredibly full breasts. It was impossible to know how they had entered the room without being noticed, the simplest answer is that they were professionals in that field and dangerous ones.The Black Angels were the Rodrigues' special gang, better known as terrorists, but they could also be labeled as professio

“This is a nightmare!” Gabriela closed her eyes tightly trying to see Souza in front of her about to kiss her” I'm going to wake up at any moment in the bed at the hotel in Manaus next to my killer. This is a NIGHTMARE!” she screamed the last word with force, emphasizing the fact that perhaps she was dreaming, that everything was just a bad joke in her mind.No matter how much Gabriela screamed, sooner or later she would realize that what she was experiencing was pure reality and not a nightmare as she tried to convince herself. The calm male voice that he heard along with the unlocking of the door made him sit on the floor expecting to see a bright and apathetic pair of green eyes and dark hair, however that was not the male image that appeared from behind the door. There was a handsome man with big green eyes, his black hair was tied in a small, low ponytail. The gray pinstripe tuxedo matched the red tie, the mint cigarette stuck in his lips already allowed the odor in the place.“J

A week passed as quickly as the breeze. The council of the East Zone Complex had changed, the main criminals who had the right to participate in the decisions of Brazilian organized crime were others, only the Lopes, Rodrigues and Moraes remained on the pedestal. Paçoca, the main cocaine trafficker, was now one of the most powerful criminals, along with him, Pain, the controller of Akatuski, a special organization engaged in illicit business in the Americas, had joined the board.The five criminals spent the entire morning sitting around the round table in the Meneses Lopes house, discussing the rivalry with Italian organized crime that was currently stealing part of their consumer markets. The meeting had ended, everyone was heading towards the door to leave the Meneses' house. Reinaldo, however, made a point of catching the attention of a certain man.“I hope you'll come to my wedding tomorrow, Moraes. Take your cousin, I'm sure Gabriela will enjoy meeting her again. “Lopes had his