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
The luxurious room was only lit by dim light. Windows and curtains closed as a precaution. The door was locked and Souza with the gun in one hand was prepared for any future surprise attack. The manager of the Danjour hotel, already informed that they would arrive, took them to the main penthouse.Gabi had laid down on the bed and pretended to sleep, but the killer knew she was awake. Souza was sitting comfortably in an armchair with his feet stretched out. He looked at the shadow lying on the bed waiting for the moment when she could no longer pretend to be in a deep sleep. It would soon be dawn, at that moment it was already three in the morning.He sighed tiredly when he finally saw her sit on the bed on her own legs. He couldn't tell what Gabriela's expression was due to the darkness that had settled in the room.“Go back to sleep, little girl!” ordered Souza in a dry voice. That bad mood that took over him was due to the pain he felt in his arm. He had managed to remove the bu
Gently she placed her long fingers on the buttons of the white dress shirt, slowly opening them one by one. As the skin on Souza's chest began to reveal itself, she felt her breathing become more rapid. She had seen shirtless boys at pool parties, but she had never taken one of their clothes off. She felt like a girlfriend about to have a night of love with her boyfriend.He spread both hands on the male back. He felt the killer's muscles become rigid at the touch. Gabriela pulled the fabric away from his skin, leaving him completely shirtless. Dark eyes admired his spotted chest, without a doubt she could tell he was a handsome man.“At the same time that I tremble with fear next to you, my body boils with desire at the feeling of you so close. What would it be like to be touched by you? Feeling your hands unveiling the curves of my body, your mouth devouring mine? Would you be rude? Would it be affectionate? What would it be like to be your wife for one night?”“Did you take off
The room was dark, except for the light creeping into the room from the hallway underneath the door. The hum of the monitor echoed throughout the room as Bruno slipped inside, closing the door slowly behind him. He walked like he was on water as he came across the room, to the side of the bed. A smile appeared on his face as he leaned closely down to the figure on the bed; their faces inches apart from one another.Just then the figure's head jerk a little to the side. His eyes slowly opening to see the face of Bruno before him."Hey," spoke Bruno in a deep whisper. "Did I wake you?"Ronnie closed his eyes for a second before opening them again. He was delirious, he thought to himself. He didn't understand what Bruno was doing here. What on earth did he want? As Ronnie tried to open his mouth to speak, he found that he couldn't. A tube was lodged deep into his throat, helping him breath. "Aaargghh," grunted Ronnie, shaking his head slightly from side to side.Taking this as a yes,
“Stay here,” spoke Darcy towards Flávio has he pushed him into the holding room, before closing the door behind him. Flávio frowned as he looked on at the surface of the door, before beginning to pace back and forth. He was still handcuffed. He needed to get out, he needed to go and find Renata. The plan was that Darcy would um-cuff him and let him slip out the back.It wasn’t a good five minutes later before Darcy appeared back into the room. Flávio turned towards the officer as he closed the door behind him. “Sorry about that,” mumbled Darcy looking over at Flávio as he pulled out a pair of keys from his jean pocket. “The easiest way of getting out of here is by going out through the back and into the alley way. No one will see you.”“Good,” replied Flávio taking a step towards where Darcy stood, holding out his wrists. Both men stood in silence, the only sound coming from the rattling of the mental cuffs as they were removed from Flávio ’s wrists.”Thank you Darcy,” whispered F
“Of course it was Bruno, damn it! Who else would it be?” Flávio voiced filled into the silence atmosphere of the apartment. “Bruno is the one who has this weird obsession with me. The reason he came to Port Charles was not because of some art show, he came here to meet me. He had been tracking me for weeks even before he stepped foot here. This whole thing is just a game to him. He has tooken Renata to get to me,” Flávio closed his eyes and took a deep breath before continuing on telling Darcy about the events prior that involved Bruno; he mentioned how Carla had ran into him at the Christmas tree lot but had not known who it was. “Bruno had then sent me Josslyne’s hat through the mail. I know it sounds crazy, but Bruno is obsessed. And now Renata has disappeared. “Darcy looked at Flávio for a long second before replying. He had known that there had been some connection between Bruno and him but he had known it was anything like this. “Do you know where Bruno would have taken Rena
Flávio stood outside Renata's apartment for a brief second as he gathered his thoughts before knocking on the door. Her father had told her that the only way to control São Paulo was the daughter of the little princess of Saudades, the woman had disappeared without leaving a But his daughter was there, he had already spoken to her on the phone without giving details, not even if it was necessary to kill her fiancé to be with Renata he would do. But his daughter was there, he had already spoken to her on the phone without giving details, not even if it was necessary to kill her fiancé to be with Renata he would do. Lifting his hand, his knuckles tapped loudly against the maple wood of the door. He paused for a second listening for the sound of footsteps on the other side. Not hearing anything, he tried again; this time a little louder.Again, there was no answer.Frowning at little at this, Flávio debated on what to do next. He could easily turn on his heel and go back to the penth
...“Now why do you look so terrified Ms. McCall,” spoke Brunoas he continued to walk towards the hot tub. “Or should I call you Renata? What would you prefer?” His brown eyes sparkled down at her.“I would prefer if you would go to hell,” whispered Renata harshly, her face hard with determination. She didn’t know why Brunowas here, or how he had gotten into her apartment, the door had been locked. Her face might have read, confident but her heart was beating with cold fear at what this psychopath was going to do to her. Watching as he came around the side of the hot tub towards her, she tried to move swiftly away. However Brunohad reflects like a cat.Brunohad grabbed her by the wrist, twisting it painfully behind her back as he forced her out of the water, onto the snow cover patio. “Now play nice, Renata,” he spoke into her ear, a smile appearing on his face once again. “Chico wouldn’t want you being rude, now would he?”“Chico wouldn’t want you touching me,” spat Renata in respons
At the moment she opened her eyes, she immediately recognized that foul-smelling room; it had been her captivity for the past five days. It was dark, with only a small opening high on the wall as her sole chance to know that a world still existed outside.This time, she couldn't move. Her assailant and kidnapper used all his strength and tools to torture her, especially with ropes whose ends had iron claws, tearing pieces of her already exposed skin on her back. Her clothes were in tatters, and when she could move, she did her best to appear presentable.This time, she had to pretend to faint from the pain, as had happened on the first day when he twisted her ankle, crushing any hope she had of escaping. He tormented her both physically and mentally every day.In the outside world, she hoped her friends were searching for her. It was what kept her strong and lucid enough to endure. But that didn't mean she would wait. Her captor, a cold hanyou seeking the remaining shards of the four-
Two pairs of eyes stared at the board lying before them taking in everything and nothing at once. Their concentration was so great that it could no longer be felt, it just was. At first glance it appeared to be a game board of some kind, perhaps something a little like chess. First glance would not be wrong. It was a game, a game older than time itself, a game that has been before there was. The board was vast and yet small in comparison to the game itself, existing everywhere and nowhere at the same time. It was complex. So much so that the rules could not be taught, they must be known. And yet there was nothing simpler. Contradiction at its truest form."The players appear to all be in place," the first voice said. It was a surprisingly light voice, considering all that was behind it. And if one listened closely one could hear the dry humor that seemed laced through it, as though every little irony it encountered amused it.The eyes belonging to the voice that had not yet spoken fli
Guilherme and Renata got out of the taxi in front of the ten-story building that Guilherme had rented through Airbnb on Marginal Tietê.It was Renata's dream to visit São Paulo, but her parents forbade her. They were scared to death of the big city.At nineteen years old, the young woman had to run away, just like this time, she pretended to her mother that she was going to Tocantins, got on a plane and was in São Paulo. The city shone, she loved it, even with her heart beating wildly.Uber helped to unload the bags, Guilherme paid and Renata jumped with joy.“We're in São Paulo” she said “My parents are going to kill me, but I can't believe I'm making my dream come true.“I don't know... But if you're happy, so am I.”Renata narrowed her eyes, Guilherme blew her a kiss.“Besides all the thongs and bikinis you bought at Riviera...”Guilherme took the bags."Open the door please. The building is very modest and has no doorman. I did as you asked. A
He gently touched his wife's belly, every time he touched it he felt the baby move as if the child knew that the father wanted to feel him.— I hope that at least on my birthday I won't work. — Karina rubbed her face against her husband's neck, her hands delicately caressing his chest through his clothes.— On your birthday I will only be yours and our daughter's.The name he chose for his daughter was a tribute to his late wife from his first marriage, whom she had loved intensely. Karina didn't mind giving the baby that name, she gladly accepted, wanting to please her husband's wishes.Even after having married another woman and having lived with her for fifteen years, who was now about to give birth to his daughter, Duarte could not forget Nenzinha, he loved her in the same way and intensity.Life was smiling again, he was older. Despite feeling old, judging by all his years, he understood that it was not the end, it was not too late t