The journey was made in total silence. Clebão slept with his head against the glass. Elvis drove, every now and then he looked in the rearview mirror at the image of the other two in the back seat. Souza had his black tuxedo spattered with blood, Gabriela looked with some discomfort at the killer's stained clothing. She knew that he had killed the bodyguards that accompanied her, she heard the sound of gunshots but she couldn't see the scene.The car stopped in front of a hotel, the place could be described as a typical popular place. Only Souza and Gabriela had gotten out of the car. Before pulling her into the hostel, the killer said frigidly to his brother “Show up from here again in an hour and don’t be late.”Gabi had been taken to one of the bedrooms consisting of a double bed covered with a faded blue sheet and a bedside table. To the right, next to the white-curtained window, was a bathroom with a shower closed by a transparent blue curtain. Despite not
Souza turned his attention away from the bullet cartridge he was putting in his toothpick pocket to admire Gabriela. The terrifying silence sank them, each in their own thoughts. Gabriela screamed internally for him to react and not just stand there with the same indolent expression he always had. The killer Max assimilated what was said to him, the word PREGNANT echoed in his head, slapping him inside despite his face remaining impassive.“This baby...“It's not yours! “said Gabriela the cut one. She was nervous, only at that moment did she realize her condition. She was pregnant, the child she was expecting was not from the man she loved and worse, the killer was not one of the most understanding people. “My pregnancy is only three weeks.It was more than confirmed that Gabriela had had relations with Reinaldo. It wasn't just a mere suspicion it was a fact and after that report it was clear that HIS wife had been touched by another man. Souza let his body fall onto the bed. He sat d
Three vans each with fifteen men armed from head to toe, a discreet black vehicle transported the Black Angels except for the leader who was in the van together with the leader Rodrigues.Chico was absorbed in old and morbid memories, his mother's screams echoed in his head and the image of Reinaldo beating her was clearly recorded in his memory. Revenge was just what the blonde thought about since the fateful day that the Kyuubi was superimposed on the carnage. The bullets in his pistol were saved to be fired at a single man, he would enter the Meneses' house and shoot only when necessary, however in the case of Reinaldo he would not control himself.Luciana who was distant looking outside the window. Just like the boss, she was lost in thoughts linked to the past. He remembered his undefeated love, he remembered perfectly that a “vassal” was not worthy of someone from the “nobility”. In some ways, her love story was similar to that of Souza and Gabriela, but
“Souza.”Marcel called his subordinate as he sat on the edge of the stairs pressing on the wound.”Look for Reinaldo or he will end up running away.-If I separate from you, you will probably die. “said the sensible killer.“I don't pay you to contest me, but to obey me. “the voice Moraes used was harsh, indicating that he would not forgive if his subordinate challenged him again.Souza did not object for a second time, he turned his back to his boss, loaded the machine gun again and ran inside in search of Reinaldo.The leader of the Moraes leaned his head on the stair railing, looked at his pale hand, now dirty with the viscous, red liquid. He wished that all this crap would end soon and that if he was going to die, at least it could be something quick, that way he wouldn't have time to think about how happy he would have been next to Rosângela and the baby she was giving birth to.Two enemy men entered the room, looked at him devilishly, pointed their pistols ready to fire, Marcel cl
Souza was alive, but he still didn't know why, after all he had heard the sound of gunshots and at that time he should have been dead. He turned his head, trying to find a reason for his doubt, he saw a blond figure at the door pointing the machine gun towards Reinaldo. He was unable to identify who was the one who fired the shots, but he noticed whoever it was had managed to hit the villain of that episode. A red trickle ran from the side of the victim's mouth. The killer only had time to see Lopes' body collapse on the floor. Soon his vision became blurred and within seconds Max temporarily lost consciousness.Reinaldo was bleeding, the well-aimed shots hit him in the back, causing the bullets to pass through his body and pierce his organs, causing internal bleeding. He did not have the strength to turn around and look into the eyes of the man who had become his killer, but he did not He needed to see to know who had shot at him, because his killer started talking and Lopes knew ver
Seven years later.It didn't matter what season it was, in Denmark it was always cold. The freezing breeze was harsher that month and the snow fell, leaving the country sunk in a white landscape, the inhabitants didn't care, they went to the squares to watch the snowflakes fall, the children made huge dolls with the help of some adults, snowball events happened.The square that morning was reasonably full, it was Christmas Eve and everyone wanted to admire the huge tree decorated with red balls and white angels. In the center, the choir made up of teenagers sang typical Danish Christmas songs at the foot of the huge tree.On a gray stool an old man with long gray hair and blue eyes sat between two seven-year-old girls. The two girls had brown hair tied in a high ponytail, their expressive blue eyes were as bright as snow and their little red dresses were the same as the other's, making it almost impossible to identify who was who. The Moraes twins, c
=Flashback=“I'm totally lost. I have no idea what to do now in my life, but one thing has definitely been decided. I'm leaving the East Zone Complex.” said the blonde, placing the pistol on the table. The bandage was visible on his forehead and his face relaxed that his soul was at peace.“I think that after everything it would be good for you to see a psychologist, perhaps a specialist will help you adapt better to your new life.”Marcel said coldly.“Yeah, who knows.-I know exactly who to recommend to you.”A malicious smile that Chico didn't understand was shown by Moraes. From inside the office drawer Marcel took out a red card with Chinese characters and handed it to the blonde.Three days passed after that morning in which he left his gun at the Meneses Moraes' house and in exchange received a card from a psychologist. He was no longer the leader of the Rodrigues, he had abandoned that position and left it in Luciana's han
Okinawa was a good place to live. Around Christmas, the streets were decorated with colorful lights in all establishments, Christmas trees and Santa Clauses were seen in the windows of sweet shops and digital billboards advertised Christmas food and products.Clebão and Pardal had been given two days off by the current leader of the Moraes, the two mafiosa employees decided to move from São Paulo to Okinawa to visit Max's younger brother. Elvis hadn't had the same luck, Cléia had asked him to do some dirty work. “trafficking cocaine in porcelain angels “reluctantly, the oldest of the killers Max remained in the Brazilian capital.The couple approached a house with yellow walls, the small garden was partially decorated with colorful lights and a large inflated Santa Claus. Pardal didn't like that friendly old man, but Clebão spent a few seconds playing with the friendly object. They rang the doorbell and waited to be answered.The door opened and behind it appeared the apathetic image