The work in the kitchen was in full swing in those early hours of dawn.I had already had my breakfast, separated from the other prisoners, since the agents themselves served the food and guaranteed that we had not put any poison or something worse in the puree mixture. I've never spit on any food I've touched my hand on. I only said that to cause fear and disgust in others, although I wanted a lot, food has always been sacred to me.I came from a very poor family. My father was a farmer, in fact, he just took care of the place. The owners of the farm were older, and had grown up with my parents, since the whole generation of the family seemed to have been reduced to forced labor in the countryside. My parents were too old, too painful. And they could never control me, but they taught me basic principles and that I still followed, even in a distorted life.My parents taught me not to get involved in what was none of my business. And I wasn't stuck for that. I got into what was my busi
At that time, I was already totally detached from the idea of going back to being that man with feelings and purposes. The jail has become my home. The inmates, my family. And the guards only colleagues that I had to endure. It was not an easy life, but for a man raised in the countryside and without any notion of a life in the big city, until I was very familiar with the place. In a way, it seemed that I had been born to be imprisoned, in one way or another."Well, considering that three are eating ants this morning, I would say that it's even quite normal," commented Júlio, a kitchen helper just like me, who at the moment was mixing a large sauce pan. "I don't know what you might be feeling differently, PS.”"It's something like a feeling," I replied softly.My companions laughed."The day you feel something other than your own stench, the world will be lost, PS," said Alefe, still containing the laughter."Unlike you, Alefe, I still take daily baths.”"God forbid that cold water,"
The living room smelled even worse than the director's room.The mold on the lower floors was worse. Much worse. The place was closed, there were windows all over a wall, but somehow, they didn't do anything. It was like a painting on a wall, it didn't change anything.The wind didn't come in, even if I saw some trees far away that shook their leaves. The sun was already high, burning everything in its path, and it was not even past ten o'clock in the morning. The day would be very long and tiring.However, I would probably go back to the city center in a comfortable car with a sunroof, as well as air conditioning. I wouldn't have half the problems of those inmates in having to settle for lying on the cold floor or in the shadows to escape the powerful sun.The reality was hard to accept, but I knew that many of those men deserved to be there. Some even deserved a capital penalty, but the Brazilian laws were too lenient, and the minimum time inside that place was already some relief f
Pablo blinked, leaning back on the chair so abruptly that again I heard a noise coming from the weapons of the guards behind me. He merely raised his eyes to the men, then stared at me again, sliding those blue and warm eyes all over my torso. I felt hot again."No lawyer has ever said that out loud.”"So I can say that none of them were as good as I am.”"How long have you been working on this?”"It doesn't matter," I answered immediately. I was twenty-six years old. It had only been three years since my license at the OAB was approved. Saying that wouldn't give me any credit. Not to mention that being a woman would already be a reason for a sexist to think that I wasn't that good. "You just need to focus on the fact that you will be free from here in a business day if you give me the answers I'm looking for.”"What would these answers be? "He asked, frowning his thick eyebrows."Who killed those people?”"I don't know.”"So, that makes you partially innocent," I said right away."Th
The lawyer my brother hired was too beautiful a woman for my self-control. The hair was stuck, leaving the honey-colored strands sliding smoothly down the top of the back. The eyes were also in that burnt and golden tone, in a very beautiful amber brown. The skin tone was tanned, which suggested sunny days or very good genetics.The body was not yet visible to me, since she was sitting, although I could have noticed full breasts below that ridiculous little suit and the suggestion of wide hips when I watched her on her back. She was beautiful. Too beautiful for my common sense.And I've never had a female lawyer. The public defender has always sent me the worst types of men, and I knew that no woman would accept the position by briefly researching how many others had already suffered from the worst consequences for being interested in helping me.The woman in front of me had made it clear that she already knew, and yet, she was interested in the subject. I knew it had nothing to do wi
Before the arrest, I could be considered as a guy who never had trouble getting women. A beautiful face and a good lip always guaranteed the best sex. And I don't say that referring to extremely beautiful women or anything like that. The ones who had sex best were the shameless ones, and the beautiful girls were raised in homes where they learned good manners above all, and that fucked a good sex.An unforgettable sex was always done with those who did not care about the dirt of sex until exhaustion, with the excessive heat and disheveled hair, and not even with spanking in the ass and hair pulls.Women who surrendered easily to that were the best in the world. And I loved the bbws. Because they used to like something stronger during the H hour. Not to mention everything there was to play during the act.I had an intimate speech that chubby women were like pots of honey, where you could smear and delight for long hours, without ever getting sick. And it was my favorite type, besides t
At lunchtime, I made an appointment with my older sister.On normal days, I used to have my quick meals in my own office, with my co-workers making fun of the big jar of salad I devoured, just to feel hungry two hours later and have to surrender to a pastry and soda. My days were always happy, despite the routine, because I had friends and family around who made everything easier.However, after that visit to prison, I didn't have the courage to be locked in a room "although it was much larger than two rooms of the prison director", and I urgently needed a walk to clear my head. Not even João's invitations for me to join him and his boyfriend during lunch at the office gave me any encouragement to do so.Jessy answered me at the first touch, and promptly offered to meet me at her favorite restaurant. She arrived first, because I was on the other side of the city and it still took me a long time after passing through the prison gates and saying goodbye to João.I needed that moment sitt
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
"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