The Kings of Crime

Chapter 6

The premises were unsanitary. The dark and cold air dominated the place, it had to be cold to stand being there for so long watching those people writhing, while the firm ropes around their bodies did not allow movement to occur. However, for men like Marcel Moraes and Faitão Duarte it seemed like an everyday scene.

“The cocaine wrappers burst inside their bodies.

Unfortunately. The idea of putting cocaine in the stomachs of women who would be trafficked was excellent. But this time the plastic had a defect and ended up bursting inside some of them.

“I hate when that happens, now I'm going to lose out!” said Marcel sullenly, looking at the young women as if they were nothing more than damaged goods.” I'm going to lose a lot of money...

“Girls so young... A shame it has to end like this! Marcel, get it over with, I hate seeing women suffer.

Marcel snapped his fingers and at the exact moment the subtle crack echoed throughout the place, the sounds of gunshots followed. It didn't take at least three seconds for the girls to be dead. Those who were still alive looked at the bodies on the ground in terror. They let out little screams of fear.

“Murilo come here!” Marcel called authoritatively with a slight irritation on his face. Brown eyes looked at the trail of blood. When Murilo was close enough to his boss, Marcel spoke again in his usual annoyed voice.” Take a good look at these bodies on the floor...

The man saw the scene in front of him.

“Do you know what this is? Money thrown away.” Murilo didn't dare speak while Marcel spoke. Duarte watched everything from a distance after all it wasn't part of his business so he had no reason to intrude. The leader of the Moraes took the pistol from his waist and aimed at one of Murilo's legs, shooting at him. The man howled in pain as he felt his leg being pierced by the copper bullet, blood was already flowing out of him. “All this because you couldn't get some decent bitches. These are no good for something simple.

Simple? It wasn't simple at all, in reality there was a 50% chance of it working, but explaining this to Marcel would only bring him another bullet, and the next one could be in the heart or in the head. Murilo looked with some hatred at the head of the Moraes.

“Marcel, I have other commitments, you know, I can't stay here all day watching you shoot your employees. I wanted to get my money for transporting the other women.” he said, stopping next to the blue-eyed man.

Duarte looked at Murilo attentively. That was a properly dangerous man and Marcel shouldn't have dared to shoot him without the intention of killing him. Murilo had worked for Reinaldo Lopes when he was in power, together with the former leader Lopes had planned Jonas's death, which was unsuccessful. Jonas, when he took power, fired Murilo because he suspected the attack, but he hadn't ordered the man with brown eyes to be killed because Marcel asked for his services. Murilo, however, did not imagine that working for the Moraes was a much more complicated task and with more chances of being killed, especially by Marcel himself if he did not complete what he wanted.

“Oh, yes, the money is here!”Marcel took a package of one hundred reais bills out of his tuxedo and handed it to the leader Faitão. Soon after, the leader of the Moraes warned harshly “Duarte, be careful with the remaining women, I don't like losing merchandise.

“You are very stressed. Have you ever thought about taking a vacation?” said Duarte playfully, receiving a reprimanded look. It was better not to say anything before the next shot Marcel fired was at him. Returning to his serious face, Duarte said in a warning “Be careful with this man Marcel! By treating him like this, he could still do something against you. He is dangerous!

“If he is dangerous you should remember that I am three times as dangerous.” said Marcel arrogantly. Duarte shrugged.

“I'm going, I still have to look for Paçoca as requested by Evaristo Meneses. See you tonight Marcel. Duarte made a movement with his hand and his employees placed the rest of the girls who would be trafficked inside the truck in a black van accompanied by his trusted man Felipe, the leader of the interrogation network that the Faitão controlled.

Marcel didn't watch the leader Faitão leave, he saw the expression of pain on Murilo's face. The blood running down his leg dripped onto the floor, mixing with that of the women who had been killed a few minutes ago.

“I hope you don't fail again!” said Marcel in a harsh tone.

“Yes sir! “I'm going to kill you, you fucking son of a mare. You're going to pay me for what you did to my leg. ”The desire for revenge ran through Murilo's body, from that moment Marcel Moraes had to start praying, because at any moment he could suffer an “accident”. Or perhaps he would take revenge on the leader of the Moraes through a beautiful woman with blue eyes.