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
That was the calmest hotel in Manaus. Only the sound of the wind and children playing in the street could be heard. That was until a week before when Gabriela and Souza were not yet installed in that location. The two were seen as the couple in the spotlight. Their routine became a movie soap opera for the other guests and hotel staff. Nobody bothered with the noise of the killer and the blonde fighting, on the contrary, they found it very interesting and on top of that there was a bet on who would grab the other first. Most bet that Gabriela would be the first to freak out when faced with such physical attraction.“What?!”Scared Gabi fell out of bed pulling the sheet close to her. His face was flushed and his eyes were shining in a nervous manner. She looked at the killer as if he were some kind of dangerous pervert.”What are you doing lying so close to me? AND STILL NO CLOTHES! Don't tell me we...“Scandalous little girl!” Souza yawned lazily. He spoke in an irritated tone, he hat
After Duarte realized that the van was already far enough away, he turned to the cemetery again and sighed wistfully. He entered the place following the already known path. Three times a month he made a point of going to his wife's grave in person and placing white roses, the late Nenzinha's favorite.He walked for a few minutes until he reached the last tomb under a tree. It was the only tomb impeccably clean and full of flowers. Even though he couldn't come in person more times a month, Duarte sent one of his employees every two days to clean the place where his beloved Nenzinha rested and flower the tomb, always leaving it as happy and beautiful as his late wife was when she was alive.He stopped in front of the tomb, listening only to the sound of rain.The umbrella was no longer necessary, he needed that rain to touch his body and wash his soul, or at least remove some of the dirt from it. He dropped it on the ground, now only having the flowers in his hands and the feeling of
“You're the only person who doesn't need to be afraid of me, Little Girl. I would never hurt you, much less let anyone do anything to you.” the words were sincere, and she knew it. He calmed down, relaxing his body. .It had been a long night. Dark revelations that Nenzinha had never imagined Duarte would be part of. She didn't blame him, since he was a child he had only seen killing, he hadn't had a calm and simple life in the countryside like she had. Since he was little, Duarte was already seen as the future leader of the Faitão business. He had followed in his father's footsteps, nothing more, nothing less. He had known no other way to live. Criminal blood ran through his veins.“I don't agree with anything you did, nor what you do. I want you to have a mass said for all the souls of the people you killed.“Baby, don't leave me!” Leader Faitão's always expressionless eyes reflected fear, small tears welled up as he imagined the possibility of Nenzinha abandoning him. The honey-
What hurt him most was the fact that they had not only taken Nenzinha away from him, but also his right to be a father. She would never know if the child she was expecting was actually a boy or a girl. Would he have been born with the same honey-colored eyes as Nenzinha? It would be something that would only remain in the imagination.He later discovered that Reinaldo had set up that massacre in an attempt to take over his consumer market, although he had gone to hell after the former leader Lopes, he had never managed to take revenge for his wife's death, and he had even lost the sight of one of his eyes, as was the case. a punishment for his crimes.Exactly like a few years ago, Duarte had fallen to his knees on the ground, but it was the wet earth that was soiling his pants at the moment. The tears could not be seen, as they were mixed in with the raindrops that ran down his face. Their screams of anger and lamentations were drowned out by the thunder.-Forgive me, Nenzinha! If I c
She wore a tight black skirt that went halfway up her toned thighs, a scarlet red blouse revealing the curve of her full breasts and a blazer thrown over the red blouse gave her a more serious image, but did not allow her to be sensual. Her lips were a tempting crimson and her amber eyes were framed by long lashes. Brown hair tied into two buns on one side of her head.Lana was known as one of the best specialists in psychological trauma in Brazil, so much so that two years ago she received a proposal to work in Colombia with inmates at the maximum security penitentiary. He refused, and remained in Brazil. Now he was face to face with a man as dangerous as those trapped on the other side of the world. Marcel Moraes, a handsome man, but a menacing gleam could already be seen in his eyes. Those big blue eyes made her tremble with fear and at the same time with desire. He was an unusual man who aroused her curiosity.He had been holding sessions with Marcel for three days, the criminal
“We have to choose two names Jonas, we don't know what our baby will be.Ketyellen had been beaming ever since Jonas had promised to temporarily step away from East Zone Complex business. Jonas had bought tickets to Paris where they would stay until the baby was born. In three days they would be on a plane to France, far from any crazy attempt by Meneses to get revenge for Jonas' decision.The red-haired woman was sitting comfortably in an armchair in Jonas's office, leafing through a magazine with the meaning of names, looking for one for the baby she was expecting. He spoke without pausing about the plans he had about the family they would build and planning the next child. Jonas just listened without saying anything. Sometimes he would mutter “Hmm...” or make a simple comment like: “Whatever you think is best is fine!”. He was also happy with the idea of becoming a father, but the worry that tormented his mind was stronger than this happiness.I was afraid of what could happen t