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
“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
“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
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,
Chapter I “East Zone Complex”4:00 am, in a nightclub in São Paulo.The bloody bodies lying on the cold floor were covered in a morbid gloom caused by the low light in the place. It was difficult to identify the victims of that massacre. The sounds of gunshots had been muffled by the loud music playing throughout the room.Strangely a funk talking about a dance.“Throw that trash anywhere”Said the fat man with gray hair. The exorbitantly expensive-looking black suit was impeccable without a single speck of blood or dirt. The dark eyes were cold, exuding a certain brutality. His calm voice had an imperative tone. He took long drags on the Cuban cigar, letting the smoke rise ghostly.”Gabriela... I hope you learned from what happened that night.Men in dark clothes, with hoods covering their faces carrying pistols and rifles in their hands were standing right behind the man who seemed to be the boss. Some others, of the same men, threw the lifeless bodies on the floor out of the night
6:00 am, meeting room at the Meneses house.At the end of the large table sat Evaristo Meneses, Gabriela's father, as the most powerful representative of the East Zone Complex, that place was rightfully his. He was the only one who covered all areas of organized crime, his allies only had a few specific fields. He was the king of crime.On one side, the two most faithful allies. Representing the close mouths Jonas Lopes and Marcel Moraes.Jonas was a handsome man who at the age of twenty was already in charge of the family business. The Lopes clan had a large money extortion organization, mainly public. Most of the family were politicians or associated with them. Money laundering stopped at banks in Sweden or Amazonas as a way to avoid income tax. It was a loan shark family that lent money to big names in São Paulo and charged high interest to users. Missed payment deadlines resulted in the disappearance of the person who acquired the loan, or a loved one. The Lopes house controlle
“Girls usually dream of living in a castle and being real princesses. Wait in the highest tower for your prince charming who will be: Handsome, rich and romantic and will face any obstacle for her. The two will fall madly in love at first sight. The princess's first kiss will be on a full moon night under a veil of stars. They would flee with a white horse to a simple but loving house in an enchanted forest. The first night of love would be bathed in love with red roses lining the bed.It's incredible that the kissing stage hasn't even happened yet with me, and I'm hot as hell. I'm eighteen years old and I still haven't kissed a man, not even a single kiss. I know that any guy would pay millions just to touch my mouth with his thumbs and brush his mouth against mine, after all I'm the most popular girl in college, I'm a Tiktoker with a hundred thousand followers. However, my life is not easy! I have the palace, which by the way is a beautiful house, even in the favela it is a mansion
The silence inside the van was terrifying. I felt as if I were made of air... Invisible. That Max guy didn't seem to notice her. She looked ahead at any point as if it were more interesting than her, all her security guards up until then were looking at her with lust, she didn't want him, but she wanted his attention, and she didn't have it. I hadn't said hi or picked him up. The blonde looked at the tattoo on the man's left arm and decided it was a good topic to start the conversation. He put a seductive smile on his lips and asked in a soft voice.“What is written on your tattoo?” He was silent” I want to get one, but I haven't decided on the design or where to tattoo it yet.Again he didn't respond. Souza turned his face away from hers, seeming to think that the movement on the street was more interesting than the pretty blonde next to him. Gabriela looked at him frustrated.“WHAT A FUCKING ASSHOLE!”She opened her bag and took out the diary.“A princess definitely has to suff