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
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