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.<
A week passed as quickly as the breeze. The council of the East Zone Complex had changed, the main criminals who had the right to participate in the decisions of Brazilian organized crime were others, only the Lopes, Rodrigues and Moraes remained on the pedestal. Paçoca, the main cocaine trafficker, was now one of the most powerful criminals, along with him, Pain, the controller of Akatuski, a special organization engaged in illicit business in the Americas, had joined the board.The five criminals spent the entire morning sitting around the round table in the Meneses Lopes house, discussing the rivalry with Italian organized crime that was currently stealing part of their consumer markets. The meeting had ended, everyone was heading towards the door to leave the Meneses' house. Reinaldo, however, made a point of catching the attention of a certain man.“I hope you'll come to my wedding tomorrow, Moraes. Take your cousin, I'm sure Gabriela will enjoy meeting her again. “Lopes had his
-Ahhh Sparrow, this is the tenth hospital we've visited, give up, your brother must have died. Not even if we go to all the hospitals in Manaus will we find him, we've been looking for him for a week. “Clebão tried to follow the hurried steps of the assassin Max, they had been walking non-stop for days, traveling from one end to the other in search of Souza. -Ahhh, what a problematic heat!”he said, uncomfortable with the weather.“Clebão shut up and stop complaining, if you're too lazy to walk, go back to the hotel. “Sparrow said a soft word. If the “boyfriend” complained one more time, I would shoot him in the temple. “It’s amazing how you’re not lazy about other things, much less find it problematic.Clebão knew exactly what Pardal was talking about, but once his “girlfriend” threw it in his face that he was very willing to have sex compared to other things. The Gabriela's former trusted man just sighed, there was no point in protesting and if he did he knew
Gabi wanted him to see her as a woman. She tried in every way to change the way the killer's eyes perceived her. After a lot of trying, he finally did it, all it took was a kiss.I want you to kiss me, Souza!So she asked him in a soft voice, made requests that he himself wanted intensely. As it was good to taste Gabriela, she kissed in an inexperienced and innocent way, which made him more eager to teach her how pleasurable it was to belong to a man.I love you, you stupid murderer!I always want you like this, close to me.Gabi declared herself through tears. Souza, as always, was really a real idiot, and she was just a silly girl who could see the image of something more than a murderer who killed for money. He had to admit, he loved the silly nature of Ernesto Meneses' daughter, and he wished he could always be close to her, listening to her call him an idiot, asking for kisses and saying in her sweet voice that she loved hi
The stands were filled with illustrious figures of organized crime. It was ironic that the church at that moment was inhabited by people who did not deserve to set foot in a sacred place. Bloodthirsty individuals with blood-stained hands, ambitious and driven solely by money. Drug traffickers, child brothel pimps, casino owners used for money laundering, illicit and sinful workers. Some maintained religious ties, nothing that could really be taken seriously, as praying for salvation would not guarantee them paradise, their souls were already rotten to the point that passage to hell was the only conjecture.The Moraes occupied the first two benches on the left, the only one who was not present from the traditional mafia family was the first-born Rosângela. The former leader of the Moraes was sitting between his youngest daughter Cléia and his nephew Marcel. They participated in that wedding as a mere formality and mainly because it was the wedding of the current lead
Reinaldo had already answered the same question by saying “yes”, now it was Gabriela's turn, who until that moment was oblivious to any word said there, however, faced with the final question that would definitely make her that man's woman, reality pulled her back.Silence. Everyone was waiting for the response from Ernesto Meneses' daughter, for a moment they thought that the blonde would run out of the church, abandoning leader Lopes at the altar. Despite this being Gabriela's true will, she didn't do it, she looked from beneath the veil at that man who would transmit atrocity to her if she didn't say exactly what he wanted.“Yes. “the almost inaudible female voice sounded“I pronounce you husband and wife. “concluded the priest.Reinaldo lifted the veil that covered Gabriela's face. The looks for the first time were black and blue, so different and incompatible, but they would still be mixed to form the “color” that leader Lopes wanted.
The enclosure was sinking into twilight, the Meneses Rodrigues house in the deepest silence indicated that most of the employees had already retired, only the bodyguards and guard dogs remained active for defense. One o'clock in the morning and just a few minutes ago, the leader Rodrigues had arrived at the Meneses' house accompanied by the leader of the Moraes. “They went to the office escorted by their most faithful and skilled collaborators.Luciana was close to the window, carefully watching the night guard make her rounds, an enigmatic smile on her lips and her cheeks flushed due to excessive drinking during the wedding party of the leader of the East Zone Complex. Elvis remained leaning against the wall playing with the Russian machine gun, he seemed sullen and the reason was the fact that his boss had forbidden him to drink during the party. Chico and Marcel were sitting on the red sofa, both with a glass of whiskey and ice in their hands, all the drinks they
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