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