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
The scorching sun of Manaus reflected on the crystal clear waters of the river. The noise was a calming sound. The sand was fine and white, full of colorful shells of different shapes. A paradisiacal place where millionaires chose to spend their fortunes. It was money well spent, as the place was worth it.Gabi wore a tempting black strapless swimsuit, highlighting every curve and bulge of the blonde's body. Her golden hair was tied into a high ponytail and she wore sunglasses hiding her big blue eyes. She wasn't at all interested in the various male eyes of lust upon her. If she were the old Gabriela, she would be charming and maybe even send a kiss to her admirers. However, the situation was different, his concern was with a certain very hot murderer at his side. Souza only wore a pair of black swim trunks, leaving his chiseled body on display and this small detail caught the attention of the women who shared the beach with the two.“These assholes have nothing more to do than admi
Night had fallen quickly. The Manaus sky was covered by a starry veil, the crescent moon was bright and white. In less than two days it would move to a new phase and would certainly be the attraction of the place, especially for couples who liked to exchange fiery kisses under the moonlight.However, it was another night of disagreements for Gabi and her security guard.“Aghhhhhhhh Don't bump into me you idiot, can't you see I'm all red!” Gabriela whimpers, screaming. Souza hadn't even touched the blonde, he had just passed her close enough for Gabriela to find the excuse to start arguing with him. –I'm all burned!The killer looked at her with a pouting face. He had warned her that this would happen, but she never listened to him. Gabriela was the most stubborn and bratty woman I had ever met. The worst of all was that the blonde never admitted she was wrong, even after the disasters.“I could at this point throw it in your face that I warned you this would happen, but honestly I
The word FORBIDDEN, no matter how much it echoed in his mind, he ignored. There was no longer any escape! No matter how much he tried to escape that desire that invaded his body every time he was close to the blonde, it always reached him, becoming even stronger.“Are you going to stand there like an idiot looking at my face? Why, instead of wasting your time looking at me, don't you call this little woman called Pardal and try to make peace with her?” She was trying to control herself as much as possible, but tears insisted on forming in her dark eyes. He turned his back to the killer and continued to speak nervously “You are an idiot... IDIOT!Was it his imagination or was Gabriela jealous? An imperceptible smile appeared on the killer's lips. He approached the blonde from behind, gently touching her silky blonde strands. He intertwined the golden hair between his fingers, feeling its texture. Gabriela hadn't repelled him, she had just closed her eyes so she could feel that delica
She covered her ears in a vain attempt not to hear the sounds of the gunshots. His body trembled against the wall. The blue eyes shed tears. His mouth was dry and he was constantly letting out sobs due to crying. Rosângela Moraes was nothing more than a ten-year-old girl who lived in hell surrounded by demons. How could an angel be born in the hottest hell?That was the question everyone in the Moraes house was asking themselves. If that family of murderers and unscrupulous people still had some salvation, if one of them could go to paradise, that hope was reflected solely in that little girl.The little girl looked up to get a better look at the owner of the shadow that was approaching her. The eyes that previously reflected fear calmed down when they saw him. The boy, around thirteen years old, stopped in front of his cousin and looked at her from head to toe as if he wanted to check that there wasn't even a scratch on the delicate little girl.“Marcel no! “little Zanza quickly g
Elvis watched through the crack in the door as Lana was pacing back and forth in annoyance. He was probably arguing with the leader of the Moraes. The killer Max spent hours hiding behind the door just to hear the voice of the attractive psychologist. When he met Lana in the corridors of the Meneses' house, he courted her with flirtations that were always ignored by the Bolivian woman.He diverted the psychologist's attention when he felt his ear being pulled hard in such a way that the person attacking him wanted to rip it out of place. He let out an exclamation of pain and looked at his attacker, recognizing his blond hair and furrowed eyebrows. Sparrow was a true little monster in the older Max's view, if he hadn't been the blonde's brother he would have killed her, better he would have been killed by her.“you pervert, get out from behind that fucking door!” Pardal pulled his brother to a corner of the room far away from the office where Marcel and Lana wer
Meneses walked back and forth in leader Faitão's office. The stress and pressure that leader Gabriela was under was visible. On the one hand, I wanted to kill Jonas in the worst possible way together with Ketyellen, but there was a side, however small, that understood leader Lopes' decision.The fat man with dark eyes smoked one cigar after another, leaving the room filled with gray smoke. Duarte listened to the growls of the leader Gabriela, silently completely ignoring the dissatisfaction of the angry Meneses.-That idiot Jonas deserves to die! “the smoke rose ghostly into the air. Duarte admired the gray cloud, remembering how Nenzinha hated the smell of Meneses' cigars. Suddenly the leader Faitão began to feel uncomfortable with the nicotic smell. “When I have the opportunity I will make a point of putting a bullet in his stupid face in person.Duarte got up from the armchair he was in and walked over to leader Gabriela, taking the cigar fr