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