Sara de Almeida— Excellent. As soon as I get out of this wheelchair, I'll be ready to rescue my friend. I sighed with relief at the news and nodded my thanks when Simon helped me with the pillows.—Sara, you need to focus on your surgery. That's the most important thing right now.— He sat in the chair next to the bed and took my hand. I noticed they were icy cold and watched the tired look on her face.—Nothing is more important to me than saving Laura. Do you doubt that I will walk again? I squeezed his hand tightly. I was determined to get out of that hospital as soon as possible. He had wasted too much time already and Laura's life was in danger. How stupid I was. I should have gotten my friend out of that club as soon as I heard about Santiago's call. I should have known they'd spiked her drink. I should never have gone into that bathroom. I would never forgive myself for not protecting her as I should have.— Of course. I believe you. Won the worst part so far. If your mind is s
Thomas AnthonyThe moment Sara said that sentence, I was sure something very strange was going on. I trusted Simon enough to know that he would never have considered any kind of involvement with my girl. And he was completely embarrassed by the revelation. But the fact that Sara didn't remember her feelings for me, and saw me only as the Phoenix Commander, led me to think that she might have developed some affection for my son-in-law. Could it be that this feeling was being born now, or had it been planted longer in his heart.I wanted to die just thinking about Sara in love with Simon. I couldn't have imagined that in a thousand years.—Sara, I think I better assign you another agent. Simon is involved in another mission.—I know. Don't worry, I won't get in your way at all. Besides, it's just until my recovery. Simon helped his mother with physical therapy when she had the accident. He has knowledge of alternative therapies that doctors do not know.—Still, I think you need round-th
Sara de AlmeidaWhen I opened my eyes, I was in a room. I was alive. Simon was lying on the couch next to the hospital bed. Thomas wasn't there. I felt my heart tighten as I remembered his words, right there in that room. I was sleeping when I heard a restrained and suffering cry. I didn't open my eyes and soon I heard the voice of the one that made my heart race:“Oh Sarah. What happened, girl? Why don't you remember the love you felt for me? I need you, my life. I can no longer hide what I feel. If you only knew how much I had to control myself all this time not to give in to your advances. If you only knew how you conquered me with that girly woman way. My skin heats up just remembering how you teased me. Please Life. Remember me. Do not forget me. Don't take me out of your heart.”That wasn't the first time I heard the cry of my love, beside me. Many times I had heard her crying and some words of affection while she was in her coma. But that statement had been the first after I wa
Thomas AnthonyAfter a night where I managed to relax a little, I decided to go to the hospital early. The meeting with Jonny the night before had not been productive at all. Laura was not at her grandfather's house, according to our informants, and to initiate a rescue mission, I needed to know my daughter's exact location. We would have to be quick and accurate. No chance of defense.I entered the room and saw that Sara was awake. Matheus was at her side and Simon was holding a glass with a straw, which she sucked. I felt her gaze fall on me.—I apologize for not making it in time for surgery. How are you? I approached the bed.— No need to apologize. Simon stayed with me the whole time — she answered without lifting her head.—I'm calmer.— I swallowed hard. In no time did Simon look at me and it started to bother me. He was visibly embarrassed. That meant Sara was really hitting on him. It wasn't just a jealous fit on my part. It was fact. —Simon, we can talk for a while.Matheus h
Sara de Almeida—You've been there for almost an hour. It's time for your medication. I've already dismissed the nurse like you asked. Come on, I'll take you to your room — Simon's voice woke me up to the present moment.—Thank you, Simon. Leave me here just a little longer. I'm going to rest now.—Okay, but take the pill,— he insisted.I grabbed the medicine and the glass of water he was holding and gulped it down. Spok stopped beside Simon and stared at me. I extended my hand to him and he soon came to seek my affection.—Everything here reminds me of Laura. Even Spok .— I sighed too loudly.—Truth! Even her scent is in the room.—I can imagine how unbearable this is for you.— I confess that I can't stop thinking about her. The scene with that man in the bathroom, the shots. It doesn't get out of my head.Simon crouched down in front of the chair and pursed his lips into a thin line.—You did what you could. If Laura is alive, it's thanks to you, who were there to protect her and st
Matheus Anthony— What's up? — Mia came out of the bathroom as I finished talking to Simon.—I still don't know for sure, but I'm going to find out.— I got up and started to get dressed. My head was at home, imagining that the old man must be drinking whiskey.—Are you going?— Mia threw herself into my arms and I couldn't resist. My dick started moving again inside my underwear. That girl drove me crazy. I sucked her mouth hard and went down to her neck, but I was interrupted by the ringing of the cell phone. — I have to go, my father is not well.— It's all right. I also need to leave — she let go of my body and walked towards the bathroom again. The sight of that round ass parading in front of me made me salivate.—How do you get out?— Just now you said you were sick from the pizza. What are you going to do at this hour, on the street? I asked as I pulled on my pants.— I'm better. I'm going to meet Maicon at the club. We're going to work out some details with the manager — she shou
Sara de AlmeidaFrom the moment the story about Simon and me came out, until my presence in that club, it was an anxious few hours. I had barely slept well that night and the physical therapy session had not gone as well as I had hoped. I was exhausted, sad and scared. When Matheus alerted me to the fact that Pierre might be at the club, my nerves collapsed. I tried to relax when Simon started to sing, but that place brought back bad memories. And to make matters worse I needed to go to the bathroom.Going through that corridor, I only remembered the scene of Laura throwing up. I remember going into a state of alert, trying to help her walk, while also having to make sure we were safe. When we entered the bathroom, I didn't expect that man to enter right behind me. I could hear the sound of the door opening, just like that night. I looked at the floor and the sight of Laura next to me, out, made me nauseous. The dry blast of the shot, the blood, Matheus's screams and everything becomi
Simon LeeI couldn't hold back my anxiety. It had been two days since the Black Rum press conference, and I was restless as to whether Laura had gotten my message. Sara was super focused on the treatment and was already showing visible improvements. The episode at the club seemed to have turned on the urgency switch inside her. Sara didn't want to be afraid to go out anymore.Matheus called several times to find out how she was doing. At Thomas's behest, of course. My friend said that his father was in despair when he learned that Sara had had a panic attack at the club. Matheus took advantage of the situation and exaggerated the events of last Saturday. I told Thomas that I had seen Pierre at the club, but that I hadn't told Sara, as she was fragile. So Thomas had a more pressing concern than going in search of Laura. They needed to find Pierre before he supposedly got close to Sara again. It was a masterstroke by my friend. He was learning from me, after all.I was just getting Sara