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 recogMarcel 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 nights in Manaus were hot, so just a thin sheet was enough to cover the two bodies lying in bed. Gabriela was now wearing a thin blue sweater, while Souza was wearing a red samba song. They had spent the entire morning in the room talking, exchanging kisses and loving each other.Gabi slept radiantly, a small smile on her lips and her breathing calm as if she were in the deepest peace. She was snuggled over the body of the killer who, unlike her, was a less heavy sleeper.The room was plunged into silence, only the couple's breathing could be heard. From the shadows four bodies emerged. The figure in front was a woman with a victorious smile, blonde hair and honey eyes, and incredibly full breasts. It was impossible to know how they had entered the room without being noticed, the simplest answer is that they were professionals in that field and dangerous ones.The Black Angels were the Rodrigues' special gang, better known as terrorists, but they could also be labeled as professio
Marcel and Rosângela remained firm, their hands intertwined, for not a second did they threaten to separate. They were willing to move forward, they would stay together Mário whether they wanted it or not, that was the desire of the two cousins and nothing and no one would make that desire dissipate.Mário's dry and algid eyes were fixed on the couple, disgust written on his face when he saw the approach of the two young people. A heavy sigh was uttered by the former leader of the Moraes until his harsh voice sounded at the scene in harsh words.-If I had known that living in the same house, the two of them would do something stupid like that in falling in love, I would definitely have deported Rosângela since she was little to a boarding school in Europe.“My father, listen to me... “Rosângela tried to gesture, but was cut off by Mário's dry voice.“I don't want to know about the inconvenient love you feel for your cousin Rosângela. Don't
“This is a nightmare!” Gabriela closed her eyes tightly trying to see Souza in front of her about to kiss her” I'm going to wake up at any moment in the bed at the hotel in Manaus next to my killer. This is a NIGHTMARE!” she screamed the last word with force, emphasizing the fact that perhaps she was dreaming, that everything was just a bad joke in her mind.No matter how much Gabriela screamed, sooner or later she would realize that what she was experiencing was pure reality and not a nightmare as she tried to convince herself. The calm male voice that he heard along with the unlocking of the door made him sit on the floor expecting to see a bright and apathetic pair of green eyes and dark hair, however that was not the male image that appeared from behind the door. There was a handsome man with big green eyes, his black hair was tied in a small, low ponytail. The gray pinstripe tuxedo matched the red tie, the mint cigarette stuck in his lips already allowed the odor in the place.“J
=Flashback=The two young girls were sitting on the bed looking at teen magazines from the last few months. They chose a husband as if it were a catalogue, hoping that when they chose the “charming princes” they would magically fall in front of them. They were young women, fifteen-year-old girls who had fanciful dreams, not to say utopian.Gabi always preferred the handsome and strong style, they were always perfect men in appearance and could be compared to the protagonists of epic films where they would certainly play the role of the prince.Rosângela, however, said she liked intelligent and serious boys who hid mysteries and had “ice” to melt. A romance where I would have to win over a man previously said to be unattainable was more exciting.-Hina, girl, that man you liked looks just like Marcel!”Gabriela said, lifting the magazine to her face to get a better look at the man with long brown hair and a serious face on the cover.<