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
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
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
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
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
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 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
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
"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