I got tense at the same time. The sound was nothing like the screams of the men I had gotten so used to hearing. It was feminine. I really scream with dread. And it wasn't once. From the sound that accompanied that scream, someone would be getting beaten up. I didn't realize I was standing until I opened my half-open cell and left. The guards were too busy with a particular call girl to notice, but I swered around the cells, looking for the sound.I found none other than P2. The most despicable gang leader in that entire jail. A woman was lying in front of him. Naked, with his face bleeding, and he was standing, with his hands closed in his fists. P2 was smaller than me. Thinner, but he was also bald and with a frown on his face that could only indicate difficult years. I went into the cell. He was alone with the girl. Of course. Gang leaders were always alone to commit their atrocities in peace."I want her in my cell," I said in a firm tone."She's busy," said P2, without being shak
"Not really," she said, leaning her head on the wall. "Some of my co-workers were also killed in a mysterious and complicated way. All call girls know that it's a problem to get involved with men with money. Some have that dumb hope that they will get pregnant and will be able to live happily ever after in a comfortable and warm place. These friends of mine got pregnant, they thought they would live on some fat pension, but they ended up dying. One of them was never found, so there is only my version that she always told me about the rich man she was relating to. He was married, and had no daughters with his wife, it was obvious that he would not want a definitive bond with a whore. She was too naive.”"Or the people around her who were bad enough" I spoke with a movement of my shoulders. "For a long time I judged your profession, you know? I thought it was very easy to lie down and spread your legs, in this kind of sexist thinking that we are all taught to learn. But long before I wa
In the middle of the night, while I was watching a dull romance movie, my thoughts were directed to Pablo. Exactly out of nowhere.Jessy didn't tell me any information about my client, considering that Hazz didn't make a point of keeping her informed either. I didn't understand where the relationship of the two brothers was, but I had a slight suspicion that they wouldn't get over that raid anytime soon. And I began to think that the stubborn and proud side should be a family thing, because it was the only reason for neither of them to give in and simply apologize.As I looked at the big television screen in my room, pretending to watch the boring movie, I found myself thinking how much more comfortable it would be for my forced rest if Pablo were one of the inmates who stole cell phones to scam other people. At least we would be able to know if the other was okay, or do more than that.I was bored, away from work, and with a lot of energy to spend. So, it wasn't fair to judge me by m
Little by little, I got used to the scene, finding it funny how much the woman pretended to be drugged, but at the same time reacting to everything and even smiling for malice. I pushed my covers away and started walking my hands around my body. In the absence of Pablo, I would have to manage on my own. I was a pervert, I knew that. Much more than perverted. But what could I do after having experienced a fetish with that man and being even more in need of something like that?The men in the movie caught my attention because they were all bald or with very short hair, and this reminded me of Pablo for obvious reasons, not to mention the muscles and penises of all sizes. So soon I was removing my pajamas and opening my nightstand to get my vibrator. The pink and cylindrical device emitted a small buzz when I turned it on, and started to vibrate in my hand, before I put it between my legs.The feeling of heat immediately arose, from the tips of my toes to my scalp. To the rhythm of the m
After the day I took the prostitute out of the P2 cell, things got a little uncomfortable.That great respect that everyone had for me, now was nothing more than cautious and frightened looks. No one had the same courage to clash with the worst of gang leaders. No one ever wanted to get into trouble with a man who could bribe anyone to kill us without raising suspicion. But of course I had to be the lucky one to get involved with that. And a single night when I entered the P2 cell to prevent him from beating a woman, it was enough to cause chaos.At lunchtime, I still had some peace because he was never awake to piss off. But at dinner, the man did everything to provoke me. There was one night in particular when he even sat in the chair closest to my desk, and I knew he would be willing to push me to the limit."It's just that not all of us have the chance to fuck the lawyer," said P2, eating her dinner with tranquility. "So, not all of us will have the same chances to get out of this
" But also with those big tits, who resists? "He made fun of P2 out loud, laughing. "The handsome guy messed me with the whore last night, so I was wondering: Why does he bother to eat a slut, if he's eating first-rate meat with the rich whale? Yeah, I think so. I spent the whole night thinking about the idea and I didn't come to any conclusion. If it were me, if I had that whole plane available, I wouldn't have the dick in my pants anymore. I would put it in it on every visit, especially the intimate ones. But there are people who don't know how to enjoy it, and still keep interrupting other people's fucks. That's what I say, friends, this prison is full of fags and closeted fags. Holy shit. I can't stand so many males around anymore. I would give anything to eat that rich pussy. Who knows someday?”"Calm down," asked Ramirez, desperate. He noticed that the fork broke in my hand. I broke a fucking metal fork thicker than usual. "Pablo, stay calm, don't listen. He's doing it on purpos
"A detacker was found dead in his cell," said my mother, waking me up from a dream that I was totally surrounded by the kisses of an absurdly hot actor. It took me a while to understand what the hell she was talking about. I blinked, yawned, so I asked you to repeat it. "I said that this morning, one of the inmates of the prison where you have been spending more time than in your own house, was found dead. He was hanging with a sheet, but you know that everything inside the prison is solved in this way. So there's a chance he was murdered.”That wasn't the best way to wake up a child. My eyes widened as she spoke, so my head turned absurdly when I made mention of standing in bed. All that time lying down, and that pressure in my head that was still getting in the way of going back to work, made me even weaker in the face of that news. I strongly resisted the desire to fall back into bed, and stared at my mother with half-closed eyes."And who was the detained?”"They couldn't say the
For my full alarm, Pablo cried for good. Loud enough for the sound to echo, and I got up, leaning his head against my stomach as I hugged him tightly. He was so cruel. Not only to him, but to his deceased friend himself. Both wanting freedom, both having a whole world ahead of them. Now one of them would remain alone, and the other's family would be devastated by pain. I knew the pain. I was once the child who lost his father, so it hurt deeply in me.That's why I allowed Pablo to use me as an anchor and cry all his sorrow. I allowed her to get carried away by that pain and keep her exposed to the world. Because I understood all that with such notion that I was affected in the same way. I didn't know the man. I didn't even remember your name. But still, I cried for him.I prayed that he would find a good place to live and that his soul would be avenged at the right time. The worst problem with the prison was that no one could tell who had really killed the man. Of course there would b
"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