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
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