Braston stood up abruptly, anger taking hold of him. "Never!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the office.Jeff stared at him coldly. "Let her go and we'll get the ring," he suggested again, his voice firm and authoritative.But Braston wasn't intimidated, even in front of the underboss. "Are you crazy?" He questioned, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I've waited for so long! Obviously, I'm not giving up!""It's her, only her that I want now," he continued, the obsession evident in his eyes. "Ever since I made the deal with her family, that girl is my property."Jeff stood up, anger consuming him. "Stop this madness!" Jeff shouted. "There are no more advantages in this marriage! Teodoro is dead, and his entire empire has been burned down!"He punched the table, making the objects tremble. "We couldn't even bring Matheus, and now we've lost the emblem of the most powerful family in the city!"Jeff took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. "What position do you think we're in?"
Braston's Plan"Do you have the last thing I asked for?," he inquired of Mustafa, who nodded in confirmation. Braston made his way out of the room, through the empty corridor, arriving at an almost isolated room. "It's been a while, hasn't it?" he inquired as he entered the room and settled into an armchair, maintaining his usual distance."What do you want? I've already told you everything I know," she announced, displaying fear."Yes, I just wanted to tell you something," Braston announced as the woman eyed him suspiciously, then looked away, afraid to meet his gaze, feeling coerced as she sat in the corner of the bed. "You're not going to say anything? I think it's something of interest to you," he continued in silence, letting out a heavy sigh and maintaining patience. "Did you hear about your friend's death?""Tainá?" she asked, now surprised."No!""Then... Eloah?" Lisaura continued anxiously."Molly..." he pronounced bitterly. At that moment, she looked at him in surprise. "Ma
Chapter 18: In My Hands That's how it went as planned. Matheus was distracted, and Molly was left alone. In just 5 minutes, Mustafá and the infiltrator entered the house after taking down the two women on watch. There was no time to warn anyone. Molly barely had time to react. The tranquilizer dart hit her, causing her to fall instantly. Mustafá scooped the girl into his arms, and his accomplice took the baby, heading for the exit with the infiltrator following. "Oh, almost forgot!" Mustafá pretended to be surprised, facing the infiltrator who looked confused when he skillfully asked for her gun, pointing it at her. "Goodbye! Your services are no longer needed here," he shot without mercy, then resumed walking toward the exit. Molly was placed in the van, and they sped through the gate located at the division separating them from the other city, everything going as planned. "The boss truly is a master strategist," remarked the man holding the baby. "Obviously, no wonder he wants
Chapter 19: Who Does the Baby Want to Stay With?She had finally crossed the gates of the Amazon city. Fatigue and despair were visible on her face, but she needed to be strong. The other women watched her with curiosity and apprehension, but no one dared to question her sudden absence or the baby that was no longer in her arms.Upon reaching the building where they were staying, Molly hurriedly went up to the room. There, she found Matheus with his back turned, bent over a table full of weapons. The tension in the air was palpable."Matheus..." she murmured weakly.He quickly turned around, his eyes wide with surprise and concern. "Molly!" he exclaimed, rushing to embrace her tightly."He took Levy..." she sobbed, the words coming out amidst desperate tears."Damn him!" Matheus squeezed her even tighter, consumed by fury and helplessness. "He will pay for th
The baby isn't mine!"Since when does this man sleep?" He asked Mustafá, who watched the scene with an amused smile.Mustafá cleared his throat, containing his laughter. Braston shifted uncomfortably, waking from his light sleep."Good morning... Boss!" Mustafá said, startled."What's this?" Jeff asked."A baby, your grandson, to be precise, and keep your voice down, I don't want to wake him," murmured Braston, yawning."I didn't know you'd be a father. Whose kid is this?""It's not mine, it's Matheus's.""That scoundrel!" Jeff asserted. Braston warned him again to be quiet. "But why the hell does this child look just like you?""Do you think so?" Braston asked indifferently, looking at the child."Matheus's son? This kid doesn't resemble Matheus at all! Look at this, Mustafá!" Jeff called him over while Braston looked at them impartially, the child still in his chest."He's Math
Chapter 20: Tainá's scent, which should belong to Molly"Why didn't you stay in hiding?" Mustafa asked as they both watched Braston in the training area with the baby."This man..." Lisaura murmured, observing him cautiously in relation to the baby."He won't do anything to the child," Mustafa said as they watched him adjust the headphones on the baby."That fool is reckless, how can he go out to practice shooting with a baby?" Lisaura grumbled."Are you going to contradict him?""Of course not, I'm alive today by a miracle and I'm happy to have the chance to take care of Molly's baby, and ensure that he stays alive until she can see him again.""Molly?" Mustafa asked, surprised."Oh! How forgetful of me, my friend Bernarda," she tried to correct herself, sweating nervously."Ah! Yes..." he looked at her sideways."My mind is so full that I'm now mixing up names.""I understand," he sighed, still somewhat suspicious.Molly was still trying to call her mother, but there was no answer.
Chapter 21: A Clumsy and a Baby"What's happening?" she asked, apprehensive as she noticed the sudden change in his demeanor as he approached.Lost in thoughts and doubts, Braston revisited his memories. Her face was unfamiliar to him, but her reaction to his scent was unforgettable, unlike any other woman's."Since you were so enchanted by my brother, I'd like to test you..." he said, driven by curiosity, before pinning her to the bed, her arms immobilized above her head. Molly, at a physical disadvantage, struggled in vain against his strength."Let me go!" she pleaded, desperate to get out of that situation."I bet you didn't resist as much with my brother... Would it be different with me?" he questioned, observing her reaction without any movement, only satisfying his own obsession."If you think being assaulted again is a good thing..." she murmured, tears welling in her eyes. Braston swallowed hard and quickly backed away."He didn't say he was forced, you did it willingly," he
Chapter 23: The Only Way OutAs soon as Madson Molly saw him, she ran and got into the car, slamming the door shut abruptly. Only then did she notice the man who, drawing his gun from his waist, fired at the vehicle in an attempt to puncture its tires, leaving everyone in panic without understanding what was happening. But Molly managed to escape.The man driving her was a professional driver and, with his skill, managed to shake off the shooters at high speed. However, he ended up stuck in traffic, but was already far enough away for no one to suspect and follow them.Once they arrived, the driver dropped her off in front of a large hotel. As she entered, her mother grabbed her arm, leading her to the elevator."My daughter..." murmured Matilde, embracing her warmly. Her mother looked tired, as if she hadn't slept for days. And how could she sleep? Her family's lives were in danger at any moment."Mom, I'm so happy to see you," confessed Molly, relieved."Even more so, but now we hav
Cap. 37: Misunderstanding ResolvedUpon leaving the hospital, Braston directed his gaze towards the car. There was Molly, sitting in the back seat, still crying. She was leaning against the closed window. A wave of guilt and remorse hit him hard."Did she try anything?" Braston asked the security guard, his voice heavy with tension."No, sir, she went straight to the car and stayed there without protesting.""Then you didn’t need to touch her, right?" Braston growled, jealousy burning in his eyes, leaving the man confused and scared."No, sir! She went to the car and stayed there just like you’re seeing." The security guard trembled, his soul nearly leaving his body. He knew he could die right there."Transfer the prostitute." Braston said, his eyes still fixed on the car, watching Molly under his sunglasses. "You know where to send her. Make it quick and clean, I don’t want to hear her name." He ordered and walked towards Molly, who, upon seeing him, moved to the other seat, distanci
Chapter 36: Meeting Lisaura and Eloah"Lisaura!" Molly exclaimed from the doorway as she caught sight of her agitated friend. But before she could run to embrace her, Braston tightened his grip on her hand, stopping her."What is it?" she asked, confused, glancing at Lisaura's state. "What happened? Did you torture her?" she questioned discreetly, almost accusing him."Not this time," he replied calmly, unfazed by her tone. "How could I bring her here for you to see after torturing her with my own hands?""But... she was in your domain, wasn’t she?" Molly stammered."It wasn’t me!" he whispered harshly, leaning closer to her ear. Realizing he didn’t want more questions like that, Molly pressed her lips together, uneasy. Braston kept her still by his side, preventing her from getting closer to Lisaura, who hesitated to approach them."Can I go talk to her?" Molly finally asked, lifting her eyes to meet his. Braston pulled her closer, holding her head against his chest."Should I trust
"Chapter 35: First Insecurity" Molly, cautious, chose to wait. Acting impulsively would be a mistake. Observing Braston and his actions in the women’s organization was crucial. A skeptical smile formed on her lips as she thought about how much she cared for that man she once hated so much. The fear of what he might be doing, especially if it involved her family, still consumed her. She knew Braston’s ruthlessness. Two days passed without any contact—not even a phone call. With each passing day, Molly's anguish grew. Meanwhile, Braston was focused on finding Matheus. The man had escaped the mafia and gone into hiding, gathering the surviving assassins of Teodoro. Matheus, on the other hand, was monitoring Braston. He had discovered the location of his rival’s house and was planning to invade it to reclaim Molly and the baby. For that, he needed to gather enough men to face the heavily guarded property. “Do you have any idea where he might be?” Braston asked Mustafá, his ten
"Chapter 34: Your Care Is Better""How did this happen?" she asked, trying to lift his feet to examine Braston's wound. "Normal. It’s nothing to worry about. I just ended up tearing the stitches, but also, those Amazons are too useless!" he muttered, tilting his head back and letting out a groan of pain. "So, if this happened, I assume no deal was made, right?" "Not yet. It’ll be a business alliance..." he admitted, groaning. "I really thought..." she started to say, embarrassed. "Thought what?" he asked, looking down at her, noticing her blushing cheeks. "That you... It’s just that... Matheus... I believe he started a relationship with the boss over there." "You’re right. He has an unfulfilled marriage agreement there, which I arranged myself," he declared, smirking slightly. "I also thought..." "So, you thought I was starting something with one of those women?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. She looked away as he pulled her into the water, staring at her intently. "Are you k
**It was almost 10 PM when Braston called Lizi.**“How is Molly?” he asked without delay. “She’s pretending to be fine, but she’s missing you.” “And Brady?” he asked next. “Both of them. You’re no longer a stray dog without a master; don’t you dare stay away for too long. I told her you were negotiating with the Amazons, but I didn’t mention that it was because Matheus attacked the family.” “Damn it, Mama Lizi!” he barked into the phone. “She might connect the dots and think I went to kill Matheus, even though that wouldn’t be a lie.” “I don’t think she’s focused on Matheus, but on the fact that you’re with a mafia of women,” she replied with irony. “She’s jealous?” he asked, smiling discreetly. “Supposedly. She didn’t eat much today and stayed locked in her room. I’m not sure if you’ll find a wife when you return, so remember that you have a wife and child now.” “What the hell is she doing?” he growled, ending the call.Molly had fallen asleep easily, overcome by bore
**Chapter 33: After a Day Away**Molly watched him change clothes quickly. His attire was casual: a dress shirt, black slim-fit pants, and impeccably clean black dress shoes. "Are you going out?" she asked as he put on a wristwatch. "I’m not sure yet, but I have some problems to solve now," he replied quickly. Approaching her, he kissed her on the cheek and held Brady in his arms for a moment, inhaling the delicate scent of his hair in a gentle embrace. Then, he handed him back to Molly and left. When he arrived at the office, Mustafá was waiting, standing with an air of impartiality. "So?" "Matheus destroyed half of the hideout." When he said this, Braston's expression hardened. "He was willing to kill you. Your office was wrecked, he killed twenty men, planted three bombs, and supposedly placed a mole." "Could that mole be Lisaura?" Braston asked calmly, letting out a heavy sigh as he sat down. "No, she wouldn’t do that," Mustafá concluded without hesitation. "How ca
Molly, still recovering from the shock, felt embarrassed to face Braston after what she had done. But instead of the anger she expected, she heard his deliberate and joyful laugh."What are you laughing at?" she asked, embarrassed."I’ll never take you swimming again!" he said, laughing."How the hell is this man so handsome? Smiling like that?" she thought, staring at him, lost in his body and his cheerful smile as his dark hair fell like a cascade over his forehead, giving him a sensual look."What’s so funny? I almost died; you did that without warning!""You could’ve just asked me to stop instead of trying to kill yourself. I said we were just going to explore, but if you had really…," he compressed his lips, a bit frustrated, then showed tranquility as he approached her, shivering with cold. "What’s wrong?" he asked, seeing her hugging her knees, looking disheartened."I was wrong..." she whispered, embarrassed."What?" he asked again, even though he had heard her."I... I was wr
Chapter 32: "Your Touch Isn't So Bad.""I’m sorry, as I said, I was terrified, I didn’t mean to provoke you.""Ah..." he sighed, raising his eyebrows. "So, you know you're provoking me?"Molly held her breath as she felt her back pressed against the slippery rock, experiencing the sensation of his body pressed against hers. She hesitated, looking into his eyes, and Braston then gave her a carefree smile, his brown eyes lighting up. It was the kind of smile that didn’t need words. It said everything, as one of his hands touched her face, and his thumb gently caressed her flushed cheek."Can’t you feel anything for me, even knowing we were once friends in the past?" he asked, hopeful."I don’t know what I feel now," she replied timidly, lowering her head, feeling his curious gaze studying her face thoughtfully."Hmm..." he smiled, satisfied. "If you didn’t say you don’t love me and that you’ll never like me, it means something has changed, right?" he asked, still hopeful. She just raise
Everything changed when Braston took Molly to the stable to witness the birth of the little horse. She was captivated by the pale little horse that was born; she wanted that horse so much, and even though it had already been sold, Braston stole the horse and had hidden it until today."This is..." Molly murmured, remembering as she looked at the horse."Yes, I stole it for you.""You did that? I never forgot that horse. I spent days crying when I found out I could no longer see it.""But I told you I would give it to you, so you felt better.""Yes! It was our secret, but over time, I didn't see it anymore." Suddenly, she looked at Braston, analyzing him. She could barely remember him in her memories. "You were so young... I was nine years old... You're very different from back then.""Yeah, my father punished me and made me pay 20,000 for it. I worked an entire year being exploited by the old man because of the horse," he said, laughing."You were crazy, really different from other peo