I Won't Let Them Touch My Daughter

- As you already knew what really happened... - I looked at the clock - You can leave my house, please.

They both looked at me, surprised as I headed for the door.

- But... We've come a long way. Where are we going to stay? We can't go back at this hour. – Bruno complained.

- That's not my business. The house used to belong to Salma, now it's not. As you said yourself, she “kicked the boots”... “The parakeet rested”. – I repeated their ridiculous phrases.

- What the fuck, I thought we'd be rich. – Breno spoke in an altered tone of voice, tapping his foot on the floor.

- With the money Salma could have saved? – I laughed, sarcastically – She was a simple nightclub dancer. Nobody gets rich this way.

- But I've read about call girls who got rich, with important clients, like judges, CEO's , politicians. – Anya said.

- The point here is that Salma was not a call girl. And there's no way for you to know, because you didn't participate in her life - I opened the door - Tomorrow I'm going to