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
Marcel had been standing in front of his cousin's bedroom door for an hour. I didn't have the courage to go in and see the marks of aggression on the violated body. Rosângela's Innocence had been stolen, and he could do nothing. All her life she had always imagined that he would be the first and only man to touch her body, but now... How could he face her? She must be hating you! He hoped that Murilo had met the devil in hell and that alone would not be enough for the mortal hatred he felt for that man to disappear from the resentful heart of the leader of the Moraes.Gathering all the courage he possessed, he opened the bedroom door and entered, smelling the melancholy smell of the place. The desire to cry when she saw her cousin's angelic image on the bed took over her body. A cherub with broken wings.She was on the bed propped up against several pillows. She looked lost at the window as if beyond that she was trying to see a light in the darkness. Marcel couldn't see the bruises
The handsome black-haired man smoked outside the window of the tallest building in Quito. He admired the dazzling lights of the city, Machiavellianly thinking about what his next move would be, a mistake could cause him defeat.Meneses had entered the path as the leader, as he had killed the main boss of the East Zone Complex before taking absolute power now. Now it was former leader Lopes' turn to do the same and take control of that entire vicious circle of killing those who had the main power in organized crime.In the midst of that world in which money seemed to be everyone's soul, no one was really trustworthy, everyone had their “snake” side hidden beneath the covers. He had temporarily got Chico by his side, at least until the blonde showed what his true intentions were with that alliance. I imagined the reason...revenge. He laughed evilly when he remembered the fact that made Chico hate him, that idiot thought he could deceive someone, he was very mistaken, while Chico had t
Gabi and Souza were sitting at the table in the Hotel Danjour restaurant without looking at each other. Both had an upset look on their faces. Souza looked more somber than usual. Gabriela would occasionally mumble something under her breath, she was really nervous. Clebão, sitting at the same table, looked from one to the other with a big frown, trying to understand what the hell had happened for that tense atmosphere to have taken hold between the two. It was common to see them fighting, exchanging provocations and at that moment that didn't even happen.“Well, the subject is quick... Here it is!” Clebão took two tickets from inside his suit, making the blonde look at the two papers on the table with wide eyes as she noticed that they were named after her and Souza.” You were going to travel in two and a half months, but it seems that a war in the East Zone Complex has started, and now you will have to leave much sooner than expected.” Clebão sighed lazily, looking at the wine he h
The red-haired woman moaned indiscreetly as she felt her fiancé move between her legs in a lascivious way. They kissed desperately between hoarse moans as if this were the last moment they would spend together. Ketyellen ran her nails down his back, scratching her lightly, while Jonas squeezed the flesh of her thighs trying to open her legs wider.They spent a few minutes in that act of love just feeling each other's bodies and warmth. He possessed her with vigor, she gave herself without resistance to the man she loved. They were ardent lovers, accomplices in the malice and passion that took over their bodies. They came together as one, trying to convey all the desire they felt for each other in the act. The climax had finally arrived and only tense and heaving breaths filled the room that exuded a sexual aroma.The sweaty bodies did not separate, he remained on top of the female body with his head resting on the bride's chest. Ketyellen caressed his black hair very carefully, taki
It was a boring rainy morning in Quito. Despite all the water falling from the sky, the city's movement did not stop, people faced the water droplets to work.Chico watched the city's activity without any interest. Although the penetrating dark eyes were roaming from side to side, as if he were carefully observing the movement of the street, in reality he was far away. His thoughts were in a melancholic past, in which the main culprit for all the misfortune was at that moment right behind him sitting on the sofa smoking a mint cigarette.The blonde had arrived exactly an hour ago in the capital of Ecuador. He had gone straight to Reinaldo's apartment to do business as usual. Trafficking, killings, coups and how to take power in the East Zone Complex. The former heir Lopes remained the same as he remembered: A beautiful and calm appearance that hid a bloodthirsty and sick personality.“The first person to die is Meneses. If he falls, it won't be difficult to finish off the rest of t
The big bosses were sitting on chairs set up at the large table in the Faitão leader's office. The meetings took place there since the Meneses' house had been attacked. Meneses was sitting at the end of the table smoking his usual cigar, next to him Clebão was more interested in looking at Pardal in the distance in the window than sleeping as he always did at meetings. Marcel, despite being physically there, was spiritually far away, he seemed like a hollow body that was only there because he had nothing better to do. Jonas seemed troubled from the moment he arrived. Duarte's face was calm, different from the one he had on the night of the shooting.“So what's our plan?”asked Meneses, taking a long drag on his cigar. When he realized that only he and Duarte were interested in the meeting, he spoke again in a harsh tone. “Marcel, Jonas, if you were to remain like two idiots dreaming, I would rather you didn’t even have Meneses.The two seemed to come out of their trance at those word
The room was spacious. The bed was covered with flowered sheets. The furniture was made of golden grass, or wood chips. The decoration was simple, just typical Manaus flowers. The lace curtains fluttered in the window in the wind. The sun's rays illuminated the room, giving it a pleasant appearance. From the window you could see the extensive coconut trees and the beach, as well as the simple craft fair that took place in the country to please tourists. It was a simple room, but it had a certain beauty.Gabi was enchanted, she had never been to such a pleasant place. The most luxurious hotels she had ever stayed in were no longer charming, but even so, she was not as amazed as the simple Manaus venue.He threw his bags on the floor and ran towards the window to admire his new temporary home. The breeze ruffled her blonde hair, which was tied in her usual high ponytail.Souza closed the door, taking the blonde out of her reverie to look at him. She didn't give off any excitement abo
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