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
With a movement that dropped my dress on the floor, I ended up exposing my heavy and already swelled breasts to him, considering that I had not put on a bra. Thanks to the bulge dress, I didn't think it was necessary. And thank God for that.Because Dennis gasped when he saw my breasts hanging against the air between us. I got goosebumps when he lowered his eyes to my nipples and bit his lower lip, and I got even more excited when some strands of my hair slid down my naked back and gave the feeling of fingers running through my skin.I slid my panties, keeping my gaze under his, so that he could see that lust reflected between us. He had a serious expression, keeping his jaw rigid and his lips pressed in a line. He was a patient man, but not when it came to sex. In sex, the judge gave way to a mere desperate defendant and took me with all the strength of his body. Literally, Dennis destroyed me with every sex. To the point that I always remember him the next day.I was completely nake
Dennis pressed me against his body, drinking everything he could from me, looking as enveloped by that feeling of rapture as I did. Our sounds mixed, and they weren't necessarily moans, but they seemed. We couldn't let go, because our mouths and tongues had met after a few months without contact, and the sounds we produced were a melody of our own. A melody that our body longed for.The horniness took over both of them, throwing everything up and spreading it around us. The feeling was the same as being in the eye of a hurricane, right in the face of a disaster of natural beauty. It was crazy to feel that kind of thing. At a certain point, I even forgot who we were, what had taken us there. I let Dennis work on my body, mold me to yours, wanting to disappear and become part of it.I pulled Dennis' shirt, not caring if I had broken some buttons in the process. He also didn't care, he interrupted the kiss just to pull his shirt out and throw it away, then devoured me with his lips again
"So, congratulations, love," she said, moving to kiss me softly. "You have just evolved in this life.”"I feel like an insect," I played and she laughed. I slid my fingers gently on his face, capturing a lock of golden hair that was falling before his eyes. " But although we have nothing concrete, I can say with all the letters that you were part of this evolution, Jo. Thank you very much for being with me. For still being there.”"Do you still want me to be?”"Are you still asking?”"Well, now that you're free, you can go out with whoever you want. There are more options.”"And since when do I need more options?”"I don't know, you had mentioned the story of the call girl..." she said, afraid, so her face lit up. "I got the information you asked me for. I contacted the man responsible for taking the girls to the prison. As far as I understood, he was moving, because women were not making so much profit on the streets. After a while, men lose their grace in what is nothing new, he said
The house where Joana told me to stay for a few was huge. Big enough for me to know that I would be bored at various times of my day. I took a long shower after Hazz left. He stayed with me for lunch, but Joana and Jessy left to solve some issues. Alone with my brother, I regained that lost familiarity, confessed my worst secrets and listened to his.In the end, we ended up getting it right again. Hazz justified himself about the visits, but I didn't pay much attention. I didn't want to hold on to what kept me away from him, quite the contrary. It was a new life. All I wanted was to reestablish myself. When he left, it was already the beginning of the night, and he said that Joana would be coming to keep me company.I was happy to know that Joana would keep visiting me, but anxious about how it would unfold. She met me at my worst, and we ended up making a sequence of mistakes by involving us lovingly. I wanted to be with her. I wish I had a life with her. But I would never have the c
I left it to Jackie to stop explaining everything, since she was the one who got the least tired when talking. Me and my three other sisters sat on the couch farthest from the office, watching as Jackie spoke and gestured. She told everything. From the beginning. Long before we had the idea of putting together that painting, even talking about the parallel investigations that I did only with our mother. So, when she finished, she cleared her throat and showed that she was tired. Our mother sighed." Even with such a plan, caution is always important," said the family matriarch, taking a step forward of the picture. She slid one of her fingers through my father's photograph, so she turned to us. "Your death would not bring any benefit, because your father's will leaves part of the fortune to the uncle you hate so much. Unless, of course, you get married and have children, which I believe is far from happening. But considering that your guardianship is still mine, it makes me think... W
After leaving Pablo at his new address, I returned home and tried to keep my sisters informed of the whole situation so far. Our mother was not at home, she had gone to Jessy's company to resolve contractual issues with partners, so we had a long afternoon of speculation and theories. Apparently, our stalker now had a name. Although the reason is still nebulous."Let's go to the chronology of the facts," Jessy began, collecting the large photo frame hidden in our mother's office and putting it on the desk. Photos of us, of our parents, relationships that were disclosed by the media and relatives who still remained alive emerged. "First, it all started with our father. He became a very privileged lawyer by defending celebrities who were involved with the world of crime. He defended a man who was accused of killing his wife out of jealousy, and he won the case. The man was released, but the media fell on our father. From the beginning, he was seen as the villain of the story. In fact, w
I woke up the next day by one of the guards who liked me the least. Surprisingly, he treated me very well, even calling me by my name. The man told me that I should take a shower and get ready. I thought it was strange, but I obeyed. After the shower, I received clothes that I had worn before being arrested, so I was taken to the director's office.Inside the room, I was informed that my lawyer had made it. I was free. At least, as far as justice considered it free, because I was an accomplice and ended up obstructing the investigations. Anyway, those two years in prison would never be returned to me. I was told that the police would still be present in my life, and that in any suspicion of a new crime, I would not have the second chance I was receiving.But while I was holding my only belongings at the time of the arrest (cell phone, wallet, and a packet of bullets), I thought that was not a second chance. Joana fought a lot to help me get out. The merit was hers. And it wasn't by ch
He was ready. So wonderfully ready that Pablo could have made a very successful career in the porn industry. The man had no limits. He pressed himself against me too, pushing me to the table. My ass hit against the hard side of the wood, and I let out another moan.Pablo moved his mouth away from mine, sliding his lips down my neck. He didn't suck that time, but he kissed so delicately that I almost got rid of it. Your hands walked through my body, my hair.I knew he would leave me completely messed up. I knew that even if we weren't caught in the act, probably everyone would realize how misaligned we had been for a few minutes alone. And I didn't care. I had a muffled laugh and Pablo nibbled my lower lip.The fire lit up for good, and he skillfully opened the buttons on my dress shirt to free my breasts from the bra. He did me the favor of not taking off the pieces, just opening them, in case we have to get ready in a hurry.So the frame of my lingerie made my heavy and big breasts s
When Pablo's confession was registered, the prison director informed us that he needed to make some personal calls to advance the legitimacy of the document. Along with the clerk, they left the office.I was slightly surprised that he was doing his best to help Pablo. Not only for taking the attitude of going after someone to solve the problem, but also for having given in to the deta deta's request to talk to me.I turned to Pablo. His expression was very neutral. With one hand I stroked your face. He gave me a beautiful smile, then kissed the palm of my hand and bit the side lightly.I giggled, I was so tense with that confession, with the fact that my habeas corpus had everything to be accepted now, that I didn't even notice when he licked the bitten place and was climbing the kisses and licked by my arm. I tried to pull my hand back, but he held it tight."What do you think you're doing? "I asked in a hoarse voice."Sadding goodbye to this place," he said in a malicious tone. I fu
When I received the call from the prison director saying that Pablo Soares would like to make a confession, I got in my car and didn't even worry about knowing if my security guards were following me. I was euphoric about the news, and dropped all the research I was doing on Pietro Gusman. The man had taken my sleep every night after Pablo's friend's funeral, and I kept that information a secret until I found out how our stories merged.The only people who still knew what I was up to were my sisters, because my mother was kept out of the equation. I still didn't want to worry her. I still wanted to understand how that man could be involved in two different plots, and my sisters helped me in that task. Each one had a different investigative contact, and we put the information together in a picture hidden in our mother's office. We were evaluating all the content obtained, when I received the call and I didn't wait a second to run away.I found Pablo already in the prison director's offi
I felt so bad. Not only because of the pain and pressure in my chest, but because I was always seeing that P2 was right, and that everyone in that place respected me in some way. They even tried to protect me in the best possible way. Alefe was so persuasive that he really managed to get the guards to escort me to the infirmary. There, as always, it was empty, and I went straight to my inhaler. I don't remember putting the correct dosage, and I knew my heart would race to the point of stopping at once, but I needed air, I was desperate for the medicine.With a few swallows, I was able to get back into focus. At least the room returned to my eyes and I found some guards supporting me so as not to fall. In addition to them, I also noticed that the prison director was standing, talking on the phone. I just expected it to be a call from Joana, because I knew that night would not pass. I had already postponed that truth too much and lost my only friend because of her. I couldn't help but t