Before I could answer, I noticed an unusual sound outside the room. It was a bang. But my shock went unnoticed, because neither Pablo nor the guards at the door made any gesture that something very serious was happening. Apparently, mysterious and loud sounds were common in prison."You must," I replied in a low tone, crossing my arms on the table. "I am one of the most responsible sisters among four others. I acquired a lot of qualification in the art of pulling other people's ears. And, considering the failure of the night before, you deserve to have your ear pulled.”"So, you can start," he said, smiling arrogantly.Despite the natural beauty and the muscles I knew existed in that big body, Pablo didn't fool me. He was broken. The night before, I had made that very clear. His own brother no longer recognized him; even though he said that Pablo was never an easy young man to deal with. However, he had been in prison with despicable men for two years. And he was innocent. I knew that
I laughed out loud, covering my mouth with my hand right away. All right, the guards would have already noticed that the conversation was not being professional at all. I tried to pull myself together, but the look that Pablo threw at me only made me feel more ashamed of others."Damn, Pablo, that was killing," I grumbled, wiping the tears from my eyes. "It was nothing with him. My ex-boyfriend has always been very good at it. It turns out that yesterday I was thinking too much about all the shit that has been going on. I kind of lost my mind for a few moments and when I noticed, I was no longer feeling anything that the moment was made for me to feel. He noticed, so we did it. I kind of got it wrong, not him. And we didn't get to the part where I would come or not. Now can we close this matter?”Pablo shrugged."For me, your ex-boyfriend is still a piece of shit.”"Please don't say that in front of him. Or he will remain in prison for a few years.”"Who is he?”"It doesn't matter.”"
I should have suspected from the beginning that all that noise could only be a rebellion. The prisoners were not crazy to make so much uproar for less than a final act of revolt. However, I was so focused on trying to keep Joana away from the damn case, and to stop admiring her stubbornness and courage, that I didn't notice that all the shit was already being done around us.Joana quickly took her cell phone out of the bag and started asking for help from all kinds of possible authorities, she even talked to journalists. Meanwhile, I pushed tables and chairs against the door, trying to save the guard who was almost being pushed and Joana who was not to blame for anything.There my theory was being proven. It was obvious that they wanted to come in because of her. It didn't even cross my mind any other reason. The rebellion was just a pretext, just something cute and expected to appear in the newspapers. They wanted her dead.Whoever kept me in that prison didn't want Joana to keep get
"I won't let them in," I said in a firm tone, pushing the tables on my back with all the strength of my torso. Joana raised her head. "I won't let them touch you.”"For God's sake," she whimpered, panting.As long as a few guards kept shooting, we should be fine. But what did it guarantee that they really shot the prisoners and wouldn't just be disguising it?"Stay calm, Joana," I asked once again, even raising my hands in a soothing gesture. Joana watched me with wide eyes with fear. I got a little closer, unable to contain that need to touch his little body and send some comfort with the gesture. "They're not going in here. Not even that I'm trampled to death while trying to hold this door. They won't even go in for a fuck.”Joana noticed my approach, and instead of retreating as a smart person would, she also crawled against the ground in the movement that took her straight to my arms. Joana laid her head on my chest, closing her arms around my waist. Fuck.She was soft, warm, and
My state of shock lasted for the moment I was removed from the living room, until the moment I was taken to the infirmary. I didn't know how it had been. I didn't know how I was having so much cold blood to ignore my cell phone ringing incessantly. But my head was empty and at the same time very full."I was contacted by at least three different prosecutors," said the director of the prison, who was intercepting the entrance to the infirmary. He watched me with a great concern on his face. "Mrs. Jones, I'm really sorry about all this. We will repair this situation and all the detainees involved will be punished.”I don't remember nodding or saying anything, but the director made room in the small room with a nurse with the face of a few friends and closed the door. It was only after I was sitting on a fragile-looking metal stretcher that I noticed that Pablo had been leading me to the place all that time. I was even more shocked when I realized that my body totally cooled because I no
"My father was tortured before he died," I said in a low tone. Pablo was slightly startled, as if he had already forgotten that I was still there. He straightened up, frowning his face. I swallowed it dry. "I'm sorry to talk about it out of nowhere. It's just that it was the first thing I thought about when it all started.”"No," he said, in a hurry. He approached and put the ice pack against my forehead. The pain relief was immediate, but when I became aware that Pablo was between my legs, I was a little tense. He put one of his hands on my shoulders. "You can talk. I'd rather you talking or getting angry than in silence. Your silence scares me, Lioness.”It was the first time that day he called me by an intimate nickname, so I forced myself to open a quick smile. That day was already a total mess, any other show of affection would not change anything.Not after I spent several minutes hugging my client and desperate to leave the blessed room that turned out to be our salvation. Not
"I'm a little like that," he confessed, turning his eyes to his own feet. "I've never been able to get totally attached to a person, after so many years of not having anything that was mine. I don't know if Hazz told you, but our parents don't even own the farm where they worked since they were little. And we didn't have much to call ours there. So I ended up growing up with the idea that I could use something, so get rid of it when I got tired. It took me a long time to understand that it was not fair to do this with the girls who were interested in me, but not before I got involved in all kinds of problems possible. My whole life, I thought that was right, because I got used to it from an early age.”"It makes a little sense, as I said "I sighed softly, already feeling the calm invading my body. "Only the mark that my father left also prevents me from fully trusting people. To trust my life to anyone other than myself. I think the way he died, and having found the body first, made a
"Were you heard anything about yesterday's rebellion? "I asked Ramirez.My cellmate interrupted his routine sunbathing, and opened one of his eyes to watch me.After helping Joana get some kind of medicine in the infirmary, I immediately went back to the kitchen and questioned my co-workers. None of them knew how to tell me who had started all that. They had not participated, and were inside the cafeteria along with all the others.They knew despite telling me that some guards and other inmates had been murdered. But as far as they would realize, everything seemed to have been armed. They weren't killing anyone. There was an order to be followed.I looked for Ramirez everywhere that day, but I couldn't find him. I only went to see him again during the night, when we were ready to sleep and I was coming back from my private appointment with the doctor. He didn't say anything when he saw me enter the cell, and slept quickly, or at least pretended. I didn't touch on the subject. I spent