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
“That talarica. How can she do this to me? After everything I did for her when we were kids.” Gabriela threw herself on the bed and buried her face in the pillow. He felt a terrible pain in his heart, perhaps it was because his dreams were dissipating. Everything he had dreamed of was Jonas. Now he was scheduled to marry a woman that Gabriela had already considered her best friend.He couldn't hold back his tears and sorrowful sobs. Everything was going wrong in her life, the only thing she had was money and that wasn't enough to make her happy, on the contrary, that was the factor that seemed to bring unhappiness to her.He raised his head when he heard the sound of the door opening. She saw a red blur entering the room, she knew it was Souza. She tried to wipe her tears quickly, the last thing she wanted was for him to see her crying. She put on a nervous expression on her face and spoke dryly, showing her disgust at seeing him.“Who gave you permission to enter my room like that
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
“What is their objective?“They want to kill the entire Gabriela lineage and take power from the East Zone Complex. To do this, they are attacking Evaristo Meneses' main allies. They will destroy them mainly in business until they decline in position within the criminal cycle.Duarte analyzed everything that was said to him. As he and Marcel imagined, the enemy was first attacking them in business so that when they had no power at hand, they could eliminate him. In the case of Meneses he was a living target, the enemies would not wait for the leader Gabriela to decline, they wanted to kill him and his offspring as quickly as they could. Duarte gestured for Felipe to stop asking questions, Faitão himself would be the one to ask from now on.“Tell me, do they intend to target each one of us?“I do not know. “was the first answer he gave, but when he saw Sorriso approaching with the bucket of hot oil, he tried to correct what he had said again “But I have information that can help you
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
Souza dragged the blonde through the garden in search of a simple car that wouldn't attract too much attention. Clebão had prepared in case of a necessary escape. Gabriela seemed scared by the sounds of gunshots and screams coming from the Meneses' house. It looked like a massacre was taking place inside. Employees such as cooks and drivers ran out of the gate in despair, they had nothing to do with it, they were simple people who didn't even know how to use a weapon, staying inside the Meneses' house was like committing suicide. Souza, on the other hand, seemed very sure of how to shoot, he had the gun unlocked in his free hand, anyone who tried to stop him from taking the blonde to a safe place could say goodbye to his life.“My father, we have to wait for him. “said the blonde, remembering her father who would probably be in the middle of that fight.“Don't be an idiot, we have to go to the place furthest from here. You can be sure that most of those shots in there, in reality, w
“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
“What is most valuable to a criminal?”That question echoed in Duarte's head as he felt one of the bodyguards help him get up. The killing was over. Many had died and the worst of all was that Chico had fled. The situation was a loss for both, he was not injured, but he had lost many employees in the shooting.“I can't believe no one managed to shoot that idiot.” Duarte said, altered. The always calm leader Faitão seemed out of his mind at that moment. “If you had sent Clebão away with Gabriela and sent Souza to help us, maybe that bastard Chico would be dead.“My daughter is more important than your blood.” said Meneses between his teeth.“What is most valuable to a criminal?”“His daughter? Damn how ironic to call her that when we both know the reality. “Duarte said with an ironic smile. At that moment Meneses got up and kicked the injured leg of leader Faitão, who roared in pain.” you idiot, you're not going to treat me like your doormats!” Duarte pulled out his pistol, he was