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The gangster and the pianist CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHOOSE" Cloe, my love, I don't think that's a good idea " Tulio left the neighborhood where her college was and stopped at a street, he took off his helmet and removed hers too, he looked into her eyes with affection. " I think the same as your parents do about your studies, my dear. I'd really like you to finish college.”" Tulio, you don't understand?They will never accept you.”She stuttered, and there was so much pain in her gaze. Tulio hugged her tight. He understood her. He himself had wanted to stay out of her life, he knew that her parents were not wrong to want to keep her away from him, but he didn't have the strength to stay away." It's going to be okay," he said, and kissed her, feeling the salty taste of her tears." I love you, don't leave me.”" Never! " he pulled her away, holding both her shoulders. " You are my life, understand? I will never leave you, and I want you to know that if you ever want to leave me, if it's too much for you…”" Don't say that, Tulio, plea
The gangster and the pianist CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
LOVE AND PIANOTulio lifted her up and held her when her parents left with the teacher and the principal. He picked her up on his lap and carried her to the bed. He didn't say anything, just let her slowly empty herself of the pain and shock of the surprising event. Cloe sobbed in his arms, her body jerked, and when she calmed down and became still and he thought the crisis had passed, new waves of shaking and sobbing returned, and so an hour passed.He had heard every word her father had spoken, his teeth clenched, the urge to go to the door and settle it his way was contained at cost. He knew that it was a matter that she, his beloved, had to resolve, it was not his place to help her, to intervene, it was her family, her decision.While hugging her trembling body, he thought that she was already changing him.He remembered events, one in particular that had happened less than a year ago, where a father came to him as if he were the Godfather, with his head down, the red leather of h
The gangster and the pianist CHAPTER NINETEEN
PACOThe house they had created for themselves was very different from the first time Cloe had arrived there. She and Túlio had turned it into a home. A large double bed in the bedroom, the mattress was no longer on the floor, a wardrobe in front of the bed, a delicate little rug that Layla had given them was on the edge of the bed, cheerful pictures decorated the room, the kitchen was also more enriched with furniture, a table and a refrigerator were added, as well as a stove, although Layla insisted that they should also build a wood stove in the backyard, they had not yet adopted the idea. The two added personal touches to their home. The large roofed veranda in front of the kitchen was transformed into a living room. Two puffs and a sofa, in addition to the TV on the wall panel, made the room cozy and welcoming, and Milla and Gringo were always there. Milla and Cloe became friends and confidants, and it was Milla who gave them a puppy that Cloe loved. Formiga was the name of the t
The gangster and the pianist CHAPTER TWENTY
IN THE LION'S DENPaco said this suddenly. Túlio had his hands by his side, fists clenched and jaw locked. He knew Paco could be testing him, but he couldn't risk it, especially when entering his mansion with Cloe by his side. He should have guessed when Paco demanded she come too. He knew Jânio must have told Paco about Cloe. His men were rejected by her on the day they beat him up. Cloe coming to his aid would not have gone unnoticed. Jânio, like him, was one of Paco's right"hand men, each in their own way, as Jânio didn't care who he killed, innocent or not. His cruelty was heard throughout the country, and he seemed to feed off his reputation that preceded him. He was behind many deaths and the drug trafficking under his domain was growing exponentially, with many mouths shut by other traffickers who didn't even think about confronting him. What she wanted was his, what she desired he took, and he never spent a single day in jail. Lawyers lined up when he was summoned by the justi
The gangster and the pianist CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
HEINOUS CRIMES“ Hmm, I see that you're not feeling too well. Can I help you, sir?" said Cloe in character, turning to him with false concern and disguising her smile."Yes, nurse, a sudden pain just started, damn it!" he spoke, his eyes inflamed with desire."Oh my, tell me, how can I help you?""Could you please kneel down?""Of course. I'm here to serve, always, that's my job." She quickly got down on her knees with her beautiful white stockings. "What should I do now, sir?""Wait, I'll show you where it hurts." As he said this, he unzipped his jeans, freeing his stiff member. "See? What do you think can be done in cases like this?"Cloe held back a laugh. The excitement pulsing through hot parts of her body."I've seen many cases like this, and most of the time, it can be solved with kisses, don't worry.""Please, kiss it soon because I can't take it anymore!" he asked through gritted teeth."Hmmmm," Cloe started with kisses, feeling the head of his cock pulsing as Túlio held onto
The gangster and the pianist CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
LESSONS AND PRACTICESCloe couldn't get what she had heard out of her head. She knew she had made a decision to stay with Tulio, she loved him and couldn't imagine living away from him, but the mafia scared her. Paco and Jânio scared her and as long as she lived she would never forget the torment and tension she suffered inside Paco's office. And as much as Tulio would not share his life of crime with her, because that was how his life was. He was a criminal. She heard his conversations with Sopapo and Gringo, she knew he had killed people and would kill more, as much as he was a criminal, she felt his hand squeezing hers when Jânio had entered Paco's office. He was afraid. Gringo was too, so much so that he had told her to say nothing, to be quiet and not to interfere." What are you so thoughtful about? " Milla was sitting at the kitchen table with Ant biting the fingers of her hand." So many things, Milla, I've been thinking about so many things.” she sat down facing her friend.
The gangster and the pianist CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
VERDICTThe days passed with Cloe becoming more cautious and understanding a little more about Tulio's way of life. She knew that the pressure on him was great and that she should be careful how she acted and that he was no ordinary boyfriend like most, and that she should know her limits when referring to his choices as a gang leader, it was no joke, she couldn't get carried away by emotion.“ I'm sorry, Milla, I never imagined I would cause you problems," she apologized to her friend the next day.“ You will adapt, rest assured.” Milla placed a hand on her shoulder in a gesture that everything was fine, smiled affectionately at her. Cloe realized that she did not want to extend the subject and respected it. She feared that it would cause her even more trouble if she insisted on talking about Tulio's punishment of her friend, the aggressiveness with which he had treated her for something she had asked for. She was amazed to see that Milla would accept with her head down Tulio's punis
The gangster and the pianist CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
RETAILCloe stood all the time at Layla's gate waiting for Tulio's return.“My dear, imagine how my life has been since that boy was twelve years old!” Layla approached her at the gate, she put her hand on the young woman's shoulder, sympathetic, she understood Cloe's concern, for the girl loved her grandson as much as she did. “My grandson is like my son, and children, it's like having your heart beating outside your chest constantly, even more so with the life he has.”Cloe nodded in agreement, she imagined how easy it must not be for his grandmotherly lady.When she saw his motorcycle going up to her house and he not having warned her that he was coming, she kissed Layla on the cheek and walked up the street to her house. She was almost home when a black van sped past her, the dark windows not allowing her to see who was inside. Further ahead a thug got down from the front and opened the sliding door of the van and Sopapo, Cannibal and Gringo got out. A black sack covered the heads
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The gangster and the pianist CHAPTER EIGHT TWO
FINAL ENLACE "Layla, do you think I should wear white?" She asked the lady who was walking through the dress store with her mother, pulling the hem of one dress after another. "I think your mother is right in saying that you can choose whatever color you want, Cloe. It's your wedding, and I believe it's the only one you'll have." "Yes, the only one. Unless one day we marry again, Túlio and I, and renew our vows." "I think vow renewals are so beautiful," Liz said. "Listen to your heart, my dear. How did you imagine marrying Túlio, in white, ivory, or off-white?" "When I met him and fell in love, I imagined marrying him in white, actually." "Well, then get married in white, my dear. Just like you imagined marrying him." "Oh, but I don't know. I'm no longer a young girl, and I have a grown son. Don't you think it's strange? Please tell me the truth!" "Oh, sorry, but I have to interfere!" One of the lovely saleswomen in the store, Sônia, joined the conversation. "Your mother and gr
The gangster and the pianist CHAPTER EIGHTY-ONE
EVOLUTIONNow there he was. Years later, with Jânio dead, Paco dead. It took him years to eliminate one by one the powerful men he wanted to avenge Paco's death.Eliminating Paco was easier than he had supposed, simpler than eliminating Jânio, but what made it more difficult and complicated was that with the fall of the mob boss, he had to hide and keep constant watch over Cloe and her son and grandmother. And it was a great torture to stay away from his son and Cloe and still have to keep them safe, and it was almost impossible for him to trust their lives and safety to others. But there was nothing he could do about it, since if he appeared, many could die.And it was worth it. Seeing Cloe after so many years, seeing her fall to her knees relieved, crying and saying she loved him, made everything worthwhile. Now he was the leader. He was in Paco's place. And at this very moment his son slept in between him and Cloe and he felt suffocated looking at the two of them there. Túlio Filho
The gangster and the pianist CHAPTER EIGHTY
THE FALL OF ONE MORE PAWNBefore he died, the last thing he heard was the voice of his beloved. The voice of the only man she had ever loved."For God's sake, Shayenne, don't do this!" - and that was the only time he called her that, and she let out a choked laugh and replied only in her mind, "I finally touched you, huh?" - that's what she wanted to say to him, but she didn't say it, her mouth didn't open to speak. She was done here. This was where their friendship and complicity ended, and then the explosion almost made his ears bleed, his eardrums hurt with the noise of the blast.And Shay was gone. She sacrificed herself for him. Paco wouldn't know he was alive. He had not been alerted by Jânio thanks to Shay.From where he was, Túlio couldn't see anything, but the crackling of the fire was very audible in his headphones, and he fell to his knees more than a hundred kilometers away from where Shay had lost her life."Oh, God," he exclaimed with a choked voice.So much death, so mu
The gangster and the pianist CHAPTER SEVENTY-NINE
SHAYHer joy was short-lived. She felt relieved when she saw the car go up in flames and Tulio spoke on her earpiece:"Shay, the first bomb is done. Do you think we should detonate the second one?"Mysteriously, a van was coming down the dirt road where they were and it made her stomach churn. She did not expect Jânio to have left more men on alert, and apparently, they were coming from the farmhouse, alerted by the explosion. The second detonator was in her hands. "Wait!" she said to Tulio.To her complete amazement, she heard Jânio's cough and the guys who got out of the van next to the upside-down smoking car. One of them shouted:"The boss is alive! Help me get him out of the wreckage!"Tulio could also hear through Shay's earphones and became desperate. The driver of the car where Shay was also got out of the car with a fire extinguisher in hand, and screams could be heard from inside the burning car. Shay looked at everything without believing that her and Tulio's well-planned p
The gangster and the pianist CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHT
SHAYShe no longer tried to seduce Tulio. That phase was already over. She joined him for revenge. Yes, both wanted revenge, pure and simple.When she visited him at the cabin, and now that the critical moment of his health had passed, now that he was out of danger, stronger and even exercising to recover the muscles atrophied by months without using them, the old man, Camilo was his name, had already become friends with the two. Camilo was no longer afraid of the strange girl. Shay no longer scared him and she laughed when he told them that he imagined that as soon as Tulio recovered, she would kill him:"Well, you should be afraid of him," she laughed and pointed at Tulio, "He's a thousand times more dangerous than me. Why do you think I asked you to take care of him?"Mr. Camilo widened his eyes at Tulio, who waved his hand, indicating that she was lying."It's true, sir Camilo. He is none other than the famous Incendiary Boy - and seeing that the man did not know who he was talkin
The gangster and the pianist CHAPTER SEVENTY-SEVEN
SHAY Shay thought Gringo and Sopapo were going to kill her when they found out she had been involved with Jânio in order to get Túlio. She was waiting only for Cloe's order. She saw in the eyes of the three men, Túlio's closest, best, and most loyal men, the desire they had to kill her. Nothing would stop them from killing her with refined cruelty, and she knew they would take turns inflicting as much pain on her as they could. But that was the first time she felt tenderness for Cloe. All the harm she had wished upon the girl fell apart at that moment. The pain she saw on the girl's face hit her deeply in the heart and soul. The emptiness, the discouragement, and the genuine pain she saw written all over the girl's face whom she tried to imitate tore her apart. And she could apologize, but she didn't deserve forgiveness. How could she have never seen this? Or had she seen it and not cared? Why had she done this to someone who had done nothing to retaliate? What was a broken finger w
The gangster and the pianist CHAPTER SEVENTY-SIX
REMINDSTulio could not forget, there was no way to forget every step he took away from Cloe. He was completely happy to have her by his side and would soon see their son. He thanked the heavens for her having their son during the years they were apart. For many years, he hid and had only insane thoughts of hatred, death, and revenge. His heart was bitter. The nonconformity of what had happened, there were many bad thoughts that he had and what kept him above the quagmire was thinking of his Cloe, their son, and his grandmother. Many years were unjustly taken from him of being by the side of the people he loved. He remembered when he saw her years later, when he could finally leave his hiding place and see her, even from afar, it soothed his heart and validated the love he felt for her. There was also guilt, of course he had, had and still had.Tulio blamed himself for putting Cloe in his life, a life she did not deserve, and had caused her a lot of pain. He took her away from her hap
The gangster and the pianist CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVE
THIS LINK WILL NEVER BE BROKENThere was her good friend, and Cloe started crying again as she hugged the woman. Layla was much older now, and as Cloe hugged and kissed her all over her face, she noticed the extra years on the old lady. Her fingers, once so agile, were now twisted with arthritis and she seemed more hunched over than before. Signs of senility peppered her skin and Cloe loved feeling the smell of rue that seemed to be forever ingrained in the old woman.She had so much to tell her, but before anything else, before telling her so many things that had happened to her in those ten years, she opened her phone and showed her pictures of her grandson. Layla cried like a child, her hands trembling as she held the phone and watched video after video of her grandson."He looks so much like his father," she said, repeating it over and over again as she eagerly looked at the photos and videos. "Even his voice reminds me of Túlio at that age.""He's also named Túlio, Layla!" she to
The gangster and the pianist CHAPTER SEVENTY-FOUR
I LOVE YOU SO MUCHShe cried and smiled at the same time. She thought she was going crazy, that she must be going crazy! Sitting on the ground with both hands on her head, her voice lost, and Túlio, her Túlio, the love of her life, was coming towards her. He walked up to her with that walk she knew so well. A movie played in her head as he walked towards her. That same smile that made her fall madly in love with him. He was older, his hair was cut differently, but it was him. She would recognize him anywhere, even in the midst of a crowd she would recognize him.Nothing else existed, only him coming to her, and through the curtain, the veil of tears, she looked at him and all she wanted to scream was that she loved him!Túlio knelt down beside her, took her face in both hands, kissed her lips and pulled away, but she wanted more. She wanted him to never stop kissing her. But he needed to tell her something first:"Love, it's very important that I tell you something. What I'm going to
