The Kings of Crime

Chapter 9

His cousin was the only one he had warm feelings for. Love was the feeling that occupied his mind and heart when referring to Rosângela. If there was anyone in the world who could tame him, it was her. He obviously didn't allow that, it was a fact he kept to himself, but he knew that if Rosângela asked him to jump off a cliff he would do it. She was his weak point.

“Marcel isn't mad at me?”he asked, touching him on the arm, asking for attention.

“No! I just can't wait any longer, we've been in this rain and it hasn't gotten wet for two years” He looked into the distance, if he looked at the beautiful face of the woman close to him he would be able to take her for himself” I wonder how much longer I will have to wait to have you Rosângela?

“Just wait a little longer!” Rosângela had to be firm in her decisions if she wanted to remain at the side of a man like him.

“Rosângela, I don't know if...” he stopped speaking when he heard the noise of his cell phone. He sighed, irritated at having been interrupted in the middle of such an important conversation. He picked up the phone and in a dry voice said “I hope it's important!

Rosângela looked at her cousin closely, trying to find out who was on the other end of the line. She noticed her cousin glance at her sideways and then go to a far corner of the room trying to prevent her from hearing anything about Gabriela. He knew that if it were up to her, the family wouldn't make a living from those businesses, they always ended up fighting when Rosângela tried to force them to change their lives.

“What? You're going to pay me, understand?”Marcel's voice was threatening. Rosângela flinched, she was afraid when the tone he used was murderous. “What do you mean you’re not going to pay me? If you don't compensate me, I'll put a bullet in your head and then take my money from the clothes of your filthy corpse.

Rosângela knew that something had gone wrong in business. Marcel was frighteningly beside himself only when he came out of harm's way. She didn't accept the vocabulary he used.

“Duarte I want my money, if you don't pay me I want the person who attacked them to pay me, if necessary with blood.” Marcel stopped talking for a few more seconds. Duarte, on the other end of the line, tried to explain to the leader of the Moraes that it wasn't exactly his fault. “Ok, I'm going to meet you, but I'm not going alone.

He hung up his cell phone and massaged his head. After a few seconds, he turned the device back on and quickly dialed some numbers. He looked irritated at any point, his thoughts were far away and Rosângela watched in absolute silence.

“Sparrow, I want you and Elvis at the entrance gate in five minutes, and be armed. DON'T BE LATE!”Marcel emphasized the last words and hung up the phone. He hated going out to “clean up” the worms that were bothering him without Souza present during the operation. Pardal and Elvis, the killer's older brothers, were good, but Souza was insurmountable when it came to killing.” Rosângela, I have to solve some problems. Let's finish the conversation later.

“Are you going to kill someone Marcel?”He raised an eyebrow when he heard her call his name without the nii accompanying him. She only did this when she was hurt or angry with him.

“Don't worry about it, my angel!” he stated directly, putting a pistol in his coat pocket.

“I don't like it when you kill people, it's not right. “her tone had come out melancholic, Rosângela didn't look him in the eyes.

“Rosângela, if you're going out, don't forget to take your bodyguards with you. Don't be an idiot like Gabriela!”Marcel hadn't commented on the words Rosângela had said to him, he just ordered Rosângela as usual.

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“I want you to transfer eight hundred thousand reais from his account, compensating me. “Meneses said, smoking, lighting his fourth cigarette since they got into the van. The state-of-the-art cell phone had been used for exactly two hours to talk to the same person. “Changing the subject, did you find your idiot brother, Jonas?

“Yes Meneses.. Reinaldo is living in the poor neighborhoods of Colombia as we suspected.” Heir Lopes' voice did not convey any feeling for his brother” I think that worm is afraid of being found, the suspicions that he has something to do with the attack on Gabriela become more concrete.

“Don't miss dinner at my house tonight, there will be a meeting with all the members. We'll arrange for you to go to Colombia, I want you to bring me Reinaldo's head.

“Right...” Jonas muttered in disgust. He had other plans in mind to make in the days that would follow and they involved a pretty medical student with the surname Gonçalves. However, he could not contradict Evaristo, he would have to carry out his orders. –Duarte has already met Paçoca?

“I don't know! I wasn't able to talk to him about it, the last time I called he was more concerned with convincing Marcel not to try to kill him.” Meneses seemed to have fun with it all. Marcel was threatening, but he would have problems and great difficulty in eliminating someone of Duarte's stature.

“Did Chico talk about the unloading of weapons that arrived at the port of Santos at the same time as his? He thinks Colombian organized crime is challenging him.

“That's why I hate the people of Favela da Liberdade, race from hell! Jonas, do as I say, we'll talk later at dinner.

Meneses turned off his cell phone and put out the rest of his cigar in the ashtray. He looked at a sleepy Clebão sprawled on the seat of the van.

“Clebão wants to arrange two tickets to Manaus in Amazonas in two and a half months. The flight must leave early in the morning on a private jet.

“Are you going to travel with a lover, Evaristo Meneses or Gabriela?” The assistant took the usual notebook from his jacket pocket and wrote slowly as if it were a sacrifice.

“I don't, but Gabriela and Souza are going to travel. When the power struggle in the East Zone Complex starts with these idiots from the favela da Liberdade, I want my daughter as far away as possible.