I kept quiet for a while. I really thought I was the best, but for that case... My instinct and logic confronted each other. Was he really innocent or just very good at diverting attention to other things?I spent so much time reflecting on it, that the waiter even came back with our orders, satisfied with himself with all the efficiency and speed. I blinked, taking control of my own thoughts."He simply has too many problems to trust someone else," I vented to Jessy, as he devoured my plate with fries. Unlike my sister, I had chosen a full meal instead of a hamburger, but I didn't give up the potatoes and soda. Balance was everything. "He wrapped me up during the entire visit so that I didn't have time to ask about what happened the night he was arrested.”" Have you ever tried asking Hazz? " suggested Jessy, arching a well-made eyebrow." Now, Jessy. I've already told everyone that I could have some idea of the facts "I sighed, rolling my eyes.I deserved a little credit. She was a
At lunchtime, I could have my meals with my prison colleagues, which was great shit, because the place was noisy and the men were always picking on each other. It was nothing like the warm comfort of the kitchen and the side conversation in which my co-workers kept, leaving me silent.But I couldn't complain. I wasn't the only one to be forced into that. All I had to do was keep quiet and leave the chaos around me as if it were an unpleasant movie that was on my television.By my side was Ramirez, eating as if he had just come out of a war. I couldn't be unfair to say that our food wasn't good. She was, but nothing compared to the preparation of a woman. I missed the strong spices and the love that my mother used to use for cooking.Inside it was all dry and soggy. I did my best in the kitchen, as well as my co-workers, but nothing came out like in the outside world. The prison had its own rules even in food matters."Why aren't you eating? " Ramirez asked, stopping attacking his pure
Ramirez seemed convinced, and again poked the food he stole from my plate, more interested in killing his hunger than paying attention to my stubbornness." But is it serious that you didn't give any information that the woman asked for? "A Afonso asked, poking the vegetables from his plate. I denied it with my head, keeping my eyes on my plate, although I was listening to the conversation in the same behind ours, in which two prison veterans were trying to convince a rookie to join his gang. Afonso grumbled softly, attracting my attention again. "Dry, PS, it was your chance to get out of this hole. If I'm not mistaken, this lawyer is one of the best in the whole country. She doesn't defend ordinary people, only tycoons, because she charges very dearly for it. But the money pays off. Everyone has the dream of being defended by that woman, she is a lions in terms of defenders.”Lioness. That's the name I was looking for and couldn't find it. For a while, I kept thinking that the woman
Just before ten o’clock at night, I made an appointment with my most powerful and valuable contact in the whole country. I knew it was not a very worthy time for professional or merely innocent conversations, but it was also the only time when my security guards could follow me to a gated community and not attract suspicion or other people's eyes.Despite the years of relationship, we never used our homes for any sexual encounter, so he was well prepared for the kind of subject I intended to keep that night. Even under a rain that promised to become heavy, Dennis Santos welcomed me at the door of his pompous residence, opening a smile as he watched my car and the security guard car right behind.The men dressed in black and with frowns on their faces followed me to every corner, and had remained very stealthy during my visit to the prison. There, they did not make the slightest effort to hide, suspicious even of the shadows that the full moon caused on the asphalt at my feet."You don
Dennis opened a brief smile when he noticed that I was actually touching our glasses, as I uncrossed my legs and dragged me to the edge of the armchair, almost falling directly into his lap on the couch."You're not using your seduction tactics to convince me to anticipate the processes of this case, are you? " asked Dennis, giggling maliciously when I pretended to be surprised. "Oh, Joana, I've always loved how funny and spontaneous you are.”"And you're always too straight for such a powerful man," I hummed, opening a pompous smile. "Sell me, is it a basic requirement to be so serious when the person applies for the position of judge?”Dennis snorted, even though he was still smiling. The man was a spectacle. Blonde and slightly wavy hair. Amber and captivating eyes. A beautiful jaw, a seductive mouth. A tall and muscular body. He was my ideal type. And, although I was always repudiating Jessy's attitudes towards men, I was also always surrendering to the charm of most of my co-work
It was raining that night. And I hated rain with all my strength. All the worst things that happened in my life were done during the rainy nights. In the month of March, it was too much to ask for a night without rain, so I had to settle for always waiting for the worst, and keep thinking about it until the other day came up and nothing happened.During that night's dinner, there were no major problems inside the cafeteria. It was common for my prison colleagues to use the last moment outside their cells to plot. In the cafeteria, we had a minimum of freedom, since the guards were far away or on the upper mezzanine that we had to go down to get to the tables. And even I noticed that the gang leaders were too calm, even beyond the account."Some shit will happen," said Ramirez, besen with all the silence.Outside, in the normal world, thunder sounded. I tried not to cringe, not to absorb the sound that reverberated over the entire table, but some of the men grumbled that they hated rai
Women who thought it was tempting to make a very big proposal in cash for a whole night, already knowing where they would be going and how many men they would find. Many did not accept, but many others ended up agreeing. As far as I knew, more than a thousand were offered by men, so those who did it inside an entire cell never complained.But that was not worthy; it was humiliation and suffering. You could say whatever you want. It wasn't for pleasure. It was for the money, for the need. And I felt so bad about what I never kept my eyes open, I never noticed very well what was done to me, although I came and left.Those women were someone's daughters, they would become someone's mothers, but there inside the prison, they had no names or scruples. All of them already entered with that air that they did not ask for respect and did not wait for him.I never knew who was the pimp behind offering them, but I felt an absurd desire to go after the man and kill him, to be arrested for a real
And, buying everything I thought about my affair with Dennis was nothing related to a mere friendship, it was enough just for that bottle of wine of yours to end for us to see ourselves moored to each other. Dennis was a strong, handsome, powerful man, and he gave me an unusual boner. I didn't always need some stimulus to feel ready for him "and with that I just want to romanticize the term "get absurdly wet"", so it all started with a kiss and I already knew where it would end.That night, I had no plans to finish in Dennis' bed. In fact, we had kept the conversation in his living room to avoid repeating like the other times when we ended up in the upper rooms of his house and totally involved in that sexual torpor. However, even that didn't help, because it didn't take long for the conversation to fully distance itself from the main subject. Between one cup and another, Dennis got close enough to rub"This was so fast that I didn't even notice when it happened," he said in an alarmi