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 foThe 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.<
The two were sitting at the small table outside the coffee shop. One facing the other. The onyx eyes looked suspiciously at the image of the blonde who was smiling mischievously at the waitress who served a large cup of coffee for both of them. Jonas asked himself inwardly: Who was Chico really loyal to?Despite knowing the blonde since he was a child, he couldn't understand him, at the same time that Chico seemed to be an idiot who enjoyed ramen restaurants, he exuded a dangerous air exactly like the fox demon tattooed on his body... Kyuubi, the symbol of the Rodrigues . Tattoos were not something well seen in Brazil, in the Western world like the USA it was considered just a fad or style, but in the East tattoos were linked to organized crime and the Rodrigues family was one of the oldest in that field, which is why they had such great power in in that dark world.“Chico may be an idiot, but he is also a dangerous person! But he doesn’t like being part of the
“Do you want revenge for what he did to your family? “Jonas asked, already knowing the answer.“Not only do I want to, I want to! Killing Reinaldo with my own hands is much more than ambition or revenge, it's the reason I still continue in organized crime. “leader Lopes raised an eyebrow trying to understand what the blonde meant. Noticing the confusion he had caused in the man in front of him, Chico continued to explain himself “I don't like what I do! Getting blood on my hands all the time is not part of the lifestyle I want to lead. I want to get married... Have children, start a family, live in a simple place and grow old alongside my wife with my children and grandchildren around me.“I always knew you were an idiot with no ambitions! “Jonas said, showing a melancholic smile. Ketyellen was right about Chico, he was a better person than everyone thought.“I want to kill him with my own hands, so I need to get closer without him suspecting my true
Marcel knocked on the office door waiting for authorization to enter. He remained standing in front of the door for a few seconds until his uncle's deep voice said a loud “Come in!” Young Moraes turned the handle and entered the room, noticing that Cléia was also there, near the window polishing a pistol with a childish pink scarf. That scene was ironic, a child polishing a gun. Mário was sitting in the armchair behind the office desk, his aged face worried and his blue eyes distant in an old family portrait. Upon noticing Marcel, he gestured with his hands for his nephew to sit in the chair in front of him, Cléia looked at her cousin from the corner of her eyes without letting the disgust go unnoticed in her expression.-Did you call me for any special reason, uncle?-Yesterday I received a very important call. “Mário was thoughtful. He seemed to find himself in a real internal dilemma, but it was impossible to identify what was tormenting the former leader of the Moraes. “Rodrigues
Souza didn't know how to explain why he was saying that, he didn't know why he acted that way. The only explanation was extinction! Perhaps he wanted to defend himself from future disappointment, he believed that the blonde was fickle and that he was nothing more than a whim or momentary desire that Gabriela absorbed. But what if it was wrong? What if just a little bit she really liked him? Anyway, a “servant” was not allowed to love a “princess”. They lived in equal worlds, but had different status, and that factor made all the difference. He should start seeing it as just work.“Not talk like that! “shouted the angry blonde. She knew he was lying, Gabriela could see behind the killer's eyes that had long ago stopped being expressionless before her. “I know there is an us, you like me even if it is a little.He didn't respond, remaining in the deepest silence, but in the corner of his lips an ironic smile formed. The same dark smile that the blonde could recog
Marcel was disturbed from the moment his uncle revealed that he intended to marry Rosângela to Chico. Why the hell couldn't anything go right once in a lifetime? As if it wasn't enough not being able to have her, he would still have to live far away from her? God was really committed to punishing him for the sins he had committed. As the old saying goes “It’s done here… it’s paid here!”.I wanted to believe that Rosângela would not accept that marriage proposal. However, the feeling of disbelief was what remained in his body. He believed in so many things, and nothing came true. Disillusionment was all he had left! Would it be so strange that there was still hope within him? He wanted to be happy, he also believed he had that right despite all his crimes, and without Rosângela it was the same as remaining incomplete.-FUCKING LIFE!”he punched the table hard, scaring the psychologist who was on a sofa further away. Lana raised an eyebrow interested in the aggressive reaction on the par