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
Laura AnthonyOnly I know the joy I felt when I entered the room and found a notebook on the bed. I ran to him and saw my grandfather's note.—A request for a truce so that we can begin to understand each other. What do you think?—.I smiled and thought about the best strategy for that moment. I needed to be diplomatic in order to put my plan into practice. I went to the main porch, where my grandfather had his breakfast every morning. He smiled when he saw me and asked me to sit at the table.— Thanks for this. It was very kind — I thanked him with a restrained voice.— Good to hear your voice. I was beginning to wonder if you were mute.I chuckled at the comment, remembering how hard it had been to go so long without speaking.— Sit down. I'll appreciate it if you have coffee with me. You don't need to say anything. Just feed.I smiled and sat down at the table with Dom. I was beginning to wonder if I shouldn't have used that strategy a long time ago. It would have saved me so much
Laura AnthonyLucky for me, Lucca didn't even suspect that I was communicating with Simon through the blog. I needed Sara to see the message on her profile, but I couldn't risk logging in again. I could only pray for the notification to arrive. The conversation that I had overheard in Dom Luigi's office was stuck in my head.“Everything is ready for the simulation of the attack. You're going to board that yacht tomorrow. Then they'll change boats and we'll send the news of the explosion to the police. When the press reports the case, Thomas will receive the news of Laura's death. If he was preparing to come to Italy, now he will have no more reason.”“What if he decides to come for revenge?” the voice was Lucca 's .“You will find nothing but death. Let's get Laura out of Italy. You go with her to Greece, on a vacation trip. They will stay for a while, until Thomas is convinced of his daughter's death.”“And how are we going to go back if everyone will be thinking that we died in the
Sara de AlmeidaI woke up that morning in a good mood for exercise. I was already able to walk supported by the physiotherapist and he had promised that we would try to walk with crutches. In the first attempts, I felt that the fear of falling was holding me back and I could not move my feet safely. Simon must have realized that my problem was my mind, that it wasn't helping, because he turned on the stereo, asked me to close my eyes and concentrate on the music, and his voice. I closed my eyes and started listening to the opera invade the entire room. I knew her very well, she was Thomas' favorite. I remembered the first time I heard it at home in Brazil. We had gotten together to celebrate Laura's birthday and Thomas was talking to Matheus about classical music. I looked at him fascinated, I thought Thomas was the smartest man in the world. She looked like a teenager admiring her prince charming. Then he asked if I liked classical music. I replied that I wasn't used to listening. He
Laura AnthonySimon's interview had warned me about something that would have destroyed me. I had taken a risk by entering the gossip sites to look for information about the band, but I couldn't stand being without news and not knowing if he had seen my messages. Thank God Simon managed to let me know that Thomas was alive, because the next day, my grandfather came through the main door bearing the news of my father's death. His cynicism disgusted me to the point that I couldn't help it. I vomited up the valuable Lucca rug without mercy. For them, I was shaken by the news, but the truth is, I was playing the most difficult role of my life. Simulating the death of a person I loved. I cried, screamed, broke everything with great pleasure. Beautiful vases, cups, bowls. I was out of control. At that moment I played all the anger I felt for that man, in the role of a daughter revolted by her father's death.—Laura, you need to pull yourself together. Think of your son — Lucca spoke and I i
Simon LeeI wasn't going to wait another second for Laura. It was clear that she had been caught and could be in danger of her life. I sent a radio warning that we were going to invade and asked everyone to wait for the command. I was walking until I got very close to the house, when I heard the voice that gave meaning to my whole existence.—Simon Lee, wait!—Abort! — I said into the radio.I looked to the side and Laura was in a man's lap. Lucca Capone. On a defensive instinct I pulled out my gun and pointed it at Lucca . The men beside him threatened to do the same, but the chief's command stopped them.— No. Put away the weapons. Lucca looked at me and waited for me to do the same .I looked at Laura and she nodded, smiling. I took a deep breath and put the pistol away. The man approached me cautiously, carrying my wife and child in his arms. I was in a state of alert and looked all the time at the hands of the security guards around me.— Do not worry. No one will do anything to
Sara de AlmeidaWe got off at the airport's private terminal and I couldn't stop thinking about Thomas. Maicon helped me with the crutches, while Simon carried Laura in his arms. The car that would take us to Thomas's apartment was already waiting for us, accompanied by three vehicles with security. Simon asked one of the vehicles to take Maicon and Mia home. He put Laura in the black SUV and came towards me to help me.—I'm not going with you. I prefer to go straight to the apartment. We'll talk later — I said touching his shoulder.—What do you mean, sister?— Thomas must be dying to see you.—I'm not sure about that, but I can't see him in that state either. I need some rest. Those were difficult days. My head doesn't feel good at all — I walked, supported by crutches, to the car where the musicians were. Simon helped me in and said worriedly.—I can't leave you alone. We still don't know where Pierre is. You need security.— Everything is fine. I ask one of the security guards to a
Elis de Albuquerque Lee Anthony I opened my eyes and saw that little being breathing slowly before my eyes. Julia had a delicious smell of peace. Her eyes closed and her mouth half open , reminded me of when she was still a small, fragile baby. I had lost eight years of her childhood, but I would have a lifetime to make up for it. I lifted my head and saw the child's body occupying practically my entire side of the bed. There was room for four people there, but she preferred to curl up around my legs, probably looking to feel safe in a place that was still unknown to her. I had shown her her room, beautifully decorated by Laura. The only room in the house I hadn't seen when Thomas had taken me there. He had justified that it was under renovation and had many objects scattered around. I would never have thought that this was the room my daughter would occupy. Even though it was so beautiful and full of toys, Júlia preferred to sleep in my bed, and I accepted, of course. If I could, I
I helped my girl into the armchair at the dressing table, and while she was getting ready, I took the opportunity to call Laura. I went to the balcony of the living room so that Elis wouldn't hear me. I told him we were going up and asked him to leave everything organized as we agreed. When I got back to the room, my girl was ready. The red lipstick on her mouth sparked lewd thoughts in my mind, but I did everything I could to control myself, or I'd end up missing Christmas dinner. I approached her and helped her up. I touched her face and stroked her cheek with my thumb. My wife was so beautiful and I couldn't stop admiring her.—You still owe me dinner and a dance , remember ? — she said all honeyed.The mention of Elis's request to me before the shooting brought heavy memories to my mind. She must have sensed that I was shaken, because she clutched at my chest and apologized.—I beg your pardon, Life! I shouldn't dwell on the past. Not at this very special moment.—It's okay, love.
Thomas AnthonyIn all my life I had never felt such desire. Hearing the woman of my life moan in my arms, and seeing her so surrendered, made my dick ache inside my pants. It was very repressed horny . For years I tried to run away from that feeling. I thought Sara was too young for me, besides, I had closed my heart to a new love. I had my adventures, of course, I dated a lot of women, but it was always just sex. And many times I would close my eyes and imagine my Sara in my arms. When I opened them and realized it wasn't her, I was blown away. After a while I didn't look for anyone else. I solved my horny moments on my own, and most of the time they happened when I had met her for a few moments, or when I was talking to her on the phone, and she teased me in that way that drove me crazy.Sara had no idea of the effects it had on my body and mind. And I thought I was going to go crazy when I saw her on top of that bed in the ICU. Those were the worst days of my life, when my heart wa
Sara de AlmeidaA woman entered and positioned herself in the center. I took a deep breath when the first song started. It was simply beautiful to see the singer's grandeur, the way she breathed between verses. I was fascinated. With each scene and song I got emotional. I couldn't help but think of Thomas, wondering where he was right now. I wanted him to be by my side. Even though I knew he might never forgive me, I felt deep inside that my heart belonged to him. And it probably wouldn't be anyone else's.Throughout the show I felt emotion overwhelm me. It looked like it had been prepared for me. The memories of my childhood and everything that I had lived until then, paraded through my mind, making me cry many times. I couldn't say if it was the intensity of the music, the Christmas atmosphere or the uncertainty of my future, but the truth is that I was fragile and defenseless in the face of life. I hated feeling this way, but I didn't have the strength to go on, not without Thomas,
Sara de AlmeidaAfter talking for hours with Laura, I felt more relieved. It was strange to be in Thomas's house, faced with this situation. I felt embarrassed, even more so knowing that he left right after he received my resignation. Deep down I knew he was disappointed in me. I understood. Thomas was always very careful with his agents. I investigated the lives of all of them, as soon as they arrived at the agency.First there was Santiago 's betrayal, then the discovery that there were more double agents in Phoenix and to make matters worse, the woman he had been interested in was a big liar. It was understandable that he needed some time alone. But did it have to be in Brazil? Right in the place where he had the most girlfriends. And where Beatriz, his ex-wife, lived. Matheus said that after the separation of his parents, Thomas met other women with whom he dated, but without creating any emotional bond. Was he with any of them at that moment? It was natural for her to want to for
Simon Lee—I thought he was going straight home from the hospital to rest, and he calls me to say he's away on business. When is my dad going to stop living for work and start taking better care of himself? The call from Thomas the day before had made Laura very nervous.—Don't worry so much, Little One. Your brother has it — I tried to argue as I finished putting on my black sneakers.—But he'll hear me out when he gets back.— If you don't want to retire, you'll have to take a vacation of at least two years.Laura paraded in her bra and panties in front of me. Her belly was the most beautiful thing and I admired her feeling an immense love for my family. That scene, for sure, would have made me very horny at another time, but we were getting ready for Maicon's funeral and I was trying to disguise my sadness.—I doubt he'll do that.— Even more so now that Sara has disengaged from the Phoenix,— I said, standing in front of the closet mirror.—I don't understand what's going on in that
Thomas AnthonyI opened my eyes and saw Matheus sitting in the armchair, playing with his cell phone, as usual.—Won't you stop for a minute, boy?—Good to see you too, Dad, and thanks for the boy — he replied without taking his eyes off the phone.—I can't take being stuck in hospitals anymore,— I mumbled, shifting in bed.—Ditto. Take care of yourself and we won't have to look at Dr. André — Matheus dropped the cell phone and came to help me lift the head of the bed.— My poor friend. He can't bear to look at your face anymore either.—You're right, Thomas. — The doctor confirmed after entering the room.— What is doctor? It's not every day that a pretty face like mine wanders around your hospital. Nurses have nothing to complain about.I burst out laughing when I saw my friend's astonished face. My son was no good, but I had already noticed that he was the reason for the buzz in the halls.— Good. I am sorry to inform you that you will no longer be the target of my employees' eyes.
Sara de AlmeidaAfter the doctor released me, I found Matheus in the hallway. He was coming out of a room and he came towards me. The nurse pushing the wheelchair said he was going to call someone to take me downstairs, but Matheus said he would take care of me. I thanked him when the man took his leave.—Thank God he's on the mend. My father is sleeping, but he will love to wake up and see you.— I can't Matheus!—Can't what? — He frowned, crouching down in front of me.—I want you to give this to Thomas.— I held the envelope out to him. — It has my resignation and another letter explaining my reasons.—None of that. You will hand it to him yourself. Why are you doing this?—Because there are things about me that you don't know. I've lied too much to everyone. I am tired. I don't dare look at him.The elevator door opened and Jonny appeared in the hallway. He walked to Matheus, who got up and greeted him. Afterwards, my brother kissed me on the cheek and asked if I was ready.—Sara,
Thomas AnthonyIn a few minutes we arrived at Simon's apartment. He knelt before his friend's body and wept. I found Jonny standing over the body of Bob, one of the agency's most senior security guards. I touched his shoulder and asked what we had for clues.—We managed to get the plate, but it must have been tampered with. We are activating the Transit Center to follow the route. We have already notified the police and they are monitoring the airports and the main exits of the city.—Have you notified Bob's family yet?—The wife is already on her way.Simon approached, completely devastated.—I shouldn't have let Sara come here. I should have insisted that she accompany us.—It wasn't your fault. We're both going to find her. — Jonny grabbed his brother by the neck and their foreheads were pressed together. The union between brothers seems to have become even stronger with the arrival of Sara. That protective instinct between them was something I knew well.—The three of us are going