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
Rationality was no longer part of his state of mind at the moment. The only thing his body felt was the strong desire to possess the slender blonde in front of him who insinuated herself in a sensual and sly way. The image of a little girl that Souza previously had towards the blonde had dissipated, giving way to lascivious thoughts in which he saw her as a woman.His wife!He wanted to hear her moan in his ear, feel her writhe beneath his body, feel her mark him with her nails, hickeys and bites. I wanted to be her first, last and only man. So many desires and feelings flowing at the same time that left him confused and without reaction. He remained still, just enjoying it.The blonde smiled, noticing how much she affected Souza, even though he refused to say that she affected him. To get him out of that trance, she walked towards the killer, half-naked with only her low-cut black panties covering her femininity.Souza was mesmerized. Gab
Brazil's climate became milder. The cold that previously occupied the entire São Paulo region was less aggressive, leaving a typical autumn climate in the air that morning. The bare trees had a yellowish tinge, and the streets were covered in dry leaves. The sky was clear of clouds that predicted rain, however the sun was not the warmest and the breeze was slightly cold.The Meneses Moraes house was lively that morning, everyone from employees to members of the mafia family who lived there were in the living room surrounding Rosângela. They celebrated the return of the voice of the young woman who had spent months without speaking after a sad episode of rape. Mário seemed the most moved, even though he tried to maintain his always haughty pose, he was unable to contain the emotion of seeing his adorable daughter speaking again, in her old serene and melodious voice. Cléia bombarded her sister with questions to make sure that this state of “talking” was not temporary. The oldest maids
Duarte and Jonas cautiously climbed the stairs of the large building, being careful not to run into any ambushes. The two loaded pistols ready to hit Reinaldo and kill him. It was the goal of the vengeful desires of the two spiteful men. Revenge flowed in their blood, it seemed to be what drove them to that crime. They didn't care if what they did would take them straight to hell due to desecrating one of the ten commandments, their souls were already punished enough and resigned that their fate after death would be to burn in Tartarus as punishment for what they had done in life. .They stopped in front of the door of apartment 306 and looked at each other. Duarte began to count silently with his fingers until three and when the leader Faitão's third finger rose, the two kicked the door and broke it down. Guns pointed inside the place ready to fire forever. However, silence reigned, only the sound of the wind could be heard, the only movement inside the room was th
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