Marcel admired the place lost in memories. After that day when they kissed for the first time, several secret meetings in that place became part of their routine. Being with Rosângela at that moment alone in the greenhouses took him back to the past. They had made plans together sitting among the roses. Marriage, children, everything a couple who loved each other dreamed of. Since they were young, the future was seen with the two of them together and now at that moment Marcel couldn't see himself alongside Rosângela. He still wanted to be her husband, but the fear that she would suffer again was greater than that desire.
Rosângela never stopped thinking about her cousin. She spent hours looking at the sky on lonely nights from her bedroom window wondering why he was avoiding her. Sometimes I thought about the possibility that he was disgusted by her having been touched by other men, while she was Murilo's hostage, mainly due to the fact that her attackers had stolen whatThe night was filled with a cold breeze and a cloudy sky. The gray clouds piled up on top of each other, hiding the night blue and the veil of stars. There was no moon, it was a morbid night.Five cars stopped in front of the Meneses Lopes house, and several men came out with machine guns and pistols in their hands. One of them had part of his face covered, he was the leader of that friendly gang who had no good intentions. Next to him was a young man who looked more like a girl with delicate features and long brown hair tied in a bun. The voice of the man with the evil and atrocious look was heard, it was hoarse and authoritative.“There's no need to show mercy, kill everyone inside the Meneses house!“Paçoca regarding Lopes' fiancée, if one of us finds her can we kill her or will you want to put an end to her personally? “asked the man with feminine features with a cold smile.-I insist on killing her personally Haku! “he passed hi
Souza had dark hair that was damp and messier than usual, his eyes were lighter due to the weak tan on his skin that highlighted his green eyes. He was only wearing navy blue boxer shorts. Gabriela was wearing a black silk nightgown that covered up to half of her thighs, with a “V” neckline that highlighted her breasts. Her blonde hair was tied up in a loose bun, leaving a few blonde strands left loose.They were both wrapped in the bed sheets. She laughed amusedly at the killer's comments and he just pressed the blonde's body tighter against his own. Gabriela was lying between Souza's legs, her back pressed against the man's back, while her head rested on the killer's shoulders. He caressed her belly provocatively, thinking that the blonde didn't notice the malice of his hands, but she just didn't complain about the cheeky touch because she liked the caress.“Come on, don't be shy, tell me something about yourself. “asked the blonde, placing a kiss on the man's chin as a way of encou
Knowing that at that moment she could lose what she had kept throughout her life for someone she considered special encouraged Gabriela to fight more voraciously to maintain her chastity. She wanted her first time to be romantic, with kisses, caresses and declarations of love, for the man who possessed her to touch her with affection and delicacy. I wanted a prince! So much naivety, fairy tales didn't exist and at that critical moment she realized that. There were more villains in the world than princes on white horses. Gabriela had finally woken up to reality and noticed something she had never thought about before: Everything a person dreamed of could collapse like a sandcastle torn apart by the waves of the sea. That was the world I lived in!Gabi had spent so much time in her bubble of dreams and fantasies that only at that moment when Baleia tore her clothes and tried to rape her did she realize that she had lived in a Utopian world. Dreams were for children and she
=FLASHBACK=The young woman was ripped from her memories. He no longer felt the weight of Baleia on his body, much less the man's hands and lips caressing him wantonly. He opened his eyes and could see his attacker lying against the wall with blood running down his face, a little further away from the image of the killer pointing the pistol towards Baleia. The man who previously attacked her was now attacked and seemed terrified in the face of the dark profile of the killer Max.Gabi was frightened by the gleam she found in the killer's eyes, it was a kind of perversity and truculence. At that moment he wore his most lugubrious expression, any enemy would tremble at the relentlessly intimidating image of the killer. Souza was inert to any mild feeling, it was as if his body only carried the thirst for blood. The muscles on his face were rigid, giving him a voracious smile that was almost demonic. That was the true face of a murderer!His long fingers played with the trigger of the pis
The plane glided through the air with ease, there was no turbulence or storm, in less than five hours they would be in the USA. Meneses and Duarte were sitting in two seats on the Gabrielas' private jet that would take them straight to Quito. Reason for that trip: Kill Reinaldo Lopes! The Moraes leader remained in Brazil to investigate if Paçoca, one of the former leader Lopes' collaborators, attacked.It was no secret to anyone what had happened at the Meneses Lopes house, the massacre of the employees and the murder of Gonçalves. Meneses felt satisfied and vindicated by the fact that Jonas had left the East Zone Complex for his fiancée, who in the end was unable to do so. However, he analyzed what happened to Jonas in a nostalgic way, losing himself in his own past, which had been similar.“What was it Duarte? It's been silent since we left Brazil. “Meneses looked sarcastically at leader Faitão and spoke in an ironic tone. “Don’t tell me this is all a pity fo
The plane glided through the air with ease, there was no turbulence or storm, in less than five hours they would be in the USA. Meneses and Duarte were sitting in two seats on the Gabrielas' private jet that would take them straight to Quito. Reason for that trip: Kill Reinaldo Lopes! The Moraes leader remained in Brazil to investigate if Paçoca, one of the former leader Lopes' collaborators, attacked.It was no secret to anyone what had happened at the Meneses Lopes house, the massacre of the employees and the murder of Gonçalves. Meneses felt satisfied and vindicated by the fact that Jonas had left the East Zone Complex for his fiancée, who in the end was unable to do so. However, he analyzed what happened to Jonas in a nostalgic way, losing himself in his own past, which had been similar.“What was it Duarte? It's been silent since we left Brazil. “Meneses looked sarcastically at leader Faitão and spoke in an ironic tone. “Don’t tell me this is all a pity for that bastard Jonas? Yo
Duarte looked at the pistol pointed at him without any emotion, he was not afraid of death, in fact he was eagerly awaiting the day it would take him. Would he see Nenzinha even if it was just for a second? He wouldn't mind burning in the Tartar fire if he could see his wife's pretty, naughty face just one more time.Meneses' hands shook. Anger, hatred, bitterness, various feelings were tangled up in his body. None were benign, within them there was only evil. The fact that Duarte did not react to that “attack” irritated him, he felt weak around the leader Faitão, he was awakened from his distorted feelings when he heard the calm and emotionless voice of the man he was threatening.“I'm not afraid of death, in fact it would even be a relief, but I warn you that without me you won't beat Reinaldo. “Duarte was thoughtful and knew very well how to change someone’s mind. “Unlike you Meneses, I have no one to fight for.“Who said I have someone to fight f
Marcel was absolutely sure, that psychologist was trying to knock his sense out of him. The tight black skirt that Lana wore covered only half of her toned thighs, the white blouse allowed a tempting neckline revealing the curve of her breasts, her brown hair was loose, falling over her shiny shoulders and crimson lips opened in an inviting way to an impudent kiss. The leader of the Moraes controlled himself not to throw the Bolivian woman on the floor and tear her clothes to caress her skin, which he imagined was soft.“Marcel, I would like you to pay more attention to what I say than to my legs or my cleavage. “Lana placed her hands on her hips and smiled playfully towards the blue-eyed man.“your cleavage is much more interesting than the nonsense you say. In reality, you look more beautiful when you're silent!” Marcel said ironically, loving the very annoying look that the psychologist gave him. The small smile disappeared from the beautiful woman's lips.<