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
“Jonas kiss me goodbye! “said the woman with pink hair slyly.Jonas hurriedly arranged the documents inside the folder. It was a busy life to be a politician and at the same time a criminal. Only that afternoon he had to resolve three problems within his party and also resolve some business related to organized crime. There were two damned debtors who were giving him a lot of trouble, he would have to go personally with the Molinos and the rest of his henchmen to get their money, and if necessary kill the bastards who owed him.He didn't have time to waste kissing his bride or he would be late for his appointments. He arranged the last papers in the folder and closed it. He turned to Ketyellen, who was smiling with her hands on her belly.“Ketyellen I need to go, I’m late! “he said sulkily. He only managed to take three steps before the bride stood in front of him as if demanding the blessed kiss. “You won't give up until I kiss you, right? “He arched an eyebrow and noticed her smilin
Souza sat on the sand trying to control his breathing. Gabriela was taking away his common sense, he was tempted to lay her down on that sand again and continue where he had left off before she interrupted him. His dark water eyes admired her altered breathing, the blonde's neck was reddened and had some marks that he knew exactly were the perpetrator of such libidination. The full, pink lips were swollen from the hungry and insatiable kisses of seconds ago.It was better to go more slowly, it was visible in Gabriela's dark eyes that she was still trying to assimilate what was happening to the two of them and the sensations that Souza was giving her. She was a virgin and after so long it would not be now that she would give in to her first overwhelming passion. Controlling her breathing, Ernesto Meneses' daughter spoke stutteringly.-V”Let's go s-slowly! “she waited for Souza's face to contract in annoyance, but he continued with the same indifferent expression
“I don't care about anything, either you catch these idiots and give me my money back or I'll put an end to your race, understand? Remember what I told you, the house always wins and whoever works in my casino chain has to be aware of this. “Marcel's voice was dry and threatening, it was no secret to anyone that he was an indolent and aggressive criminal. “I give you three hours to get my money back or you will have to pay me with your blood!Marcel hung up the changed cell phone. Business in recent weeks had become increasingly difficult and he was fully aware that it was due to the crisis for the throne of the East Zone Complex. That internal struggle between the members affected the international negotiations of their illegal products. At that time, Brazilian organized crime was troubled and vulnerable, which meant that the illegal market preferred to close agreements with Bolivian or Colombian organized crime.The leader of the Moraes was sitting on one of the benches in the garde
=Flashback=It was a rainy afternoon typical of São Paulo's autumn afternoons. It had been raining nonstop for three days, forming large puddles of water on the previously immaculate grass of the Meneses Moraes house.Despite all that rain, the Meneses' house was packed that day. It was the fourteenth birthday of the Moraes chief's firstborn. All the important criminals in Brazil were present, most of them from São Paulo and Porto Seguro. However, some criminals of South American nationalities, but not exactly Brazilian, were also at the party. It looked more like a business meeting than a teenager's birthday.Gabi and Ketyellen were the only ones that Rosângela really considered important among the guests, the two friends, however, seemed more concerned with fighting for Jonas's attention, the latter on the other hand was trying to get rid of the two girls who had interfered with an “important” discussion of his. with Chico.The old
“Do you still feel cold, Rosângela? –Marcel asked in a whisper as his hands slid down his cousin's slender back.-N-no... No! “Rosângela stuttered. I was nervous. A pleasant chill occupied his stomach as if butterflies were dancing inside it.“I haven't given you your birthday present yet, have I? What do you want Rosângela? “the hot breath of the man Moraes against his cousin's ear made her let out a deceived sigh.“Marcel, you know what I want! “she said embarrassedly, hiding her face in the crook of her cousin's neck. She could feel his skin get goosebumps as he pressed his face into her neck.Marcel smiled sideways. He much preferred it when she didn't call him love, because the feelings he felt for her were not brotherly. They looked into each other's eyes for a long time. They wanted to feel each other's soul, their feelings could be seen through their eyes. Pure and true emotions. The love between them had been shaped for a long time and repressing that feeling was torturous.G