All Chapters of THE EVIL OF THE GOOD GUYS: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"Can I talk to you for a moment?" Larry looked at Sophia as he finished placing the crystal glasses in the cabinet after she spoke to him. He looked down the hallway, where his wife and daughters had gone. "I thought you wouldn't ask. Of course, we can talk." The teacher wrinkled her eyebrows at the first thing he said and smiled at the same time. She didn't know what he was talking about but didn't want to ask. "Dinner was delicious," she said. "Fabiola cooks so good." Larry smiled. "I'm sure when she's finished putting the girls to bed, she'll come and check that everything is okay here in the kitchen. She's a neat freak." "And boy, is it worth it; this house is spotless and beautiful." Larry stopped what he was doing. He dried his hands on the dish towel and walked over to the counter to find Sophia already seated in one of the high chairs on the other side of the counter. He remained standing. "I'm not offering you wine today, there's work tomorrow, but soon at..." He lo

Sofia looked to her left and stopped. "Hi, Liam. It's a pleasure," the handsome man said, behind the wheel of a luxurious black SUV, the passenger window down to speak to them, a faint smile accompanying the greeting. Sofia didn't move, she felt as if her skin froze on the spot. "Mommy? Mommy, who is he?" She looked at her little one and felt the vehicle's engine turn off, a door open and close. As if the soles of her shoes had amalgamated with the ground, she was pinned there and could see the man who waved, circled the car, and headed toward them. The ghostly figure was now real. "My name is Leonel," he said to Liam, but he looked at her. Then, he extended a hand toward Sofia. "I owe you an apology." She looked at the outstretched hand, then at his face. Didn't speak right away. "You're forgiven," she said almost in a whisper but did not shake his hand. Leonel lowered it and nodded. "Come on, I can take you." "A ride?" "Yes, a ride. And so we talked." He looked into her e

"This way!" She followed the thick and somewhat hoarse voice of Leonel Vos to her left, crossed to the right, and a clearing opened up for her to see, well-lit, a table beautifully decorated with glassware and china, white tablecloth and with some details, wooden chairs and he, the boss of all, dressed in a black suit. Sofia, for a moment, stopped walking, her legs almost didn't respond. He looked very, very handsome and was already waiting for her, standing with the chair she would occupy, pulled up for her to sit down. Leonel exhaled a muted puff of air after she sat down. Before proceeding, she greeted him, smiled, and at the same time removed her cloth jacket that exposed a black, thin-striped, V-neck dress that was not intended to be sensual or evening; it was a cocktail dress, above attached to her skin, unlike the skirt, which went slightly above her knees. For the first time, he was seeing Sofia with cleavage and found this one to be very sensual. Her hair was straight and

Sofia moved away from the door, stepping backward, tired of knocking and shouting. She understood that had gotten herself into a serious problem, into a cave that might not have an exit. She looked at her hand, still holding the plane tickets, and remembered, at breakneck speed, everything Leonel had told her. «Gael has changed, the father of your child is not the same. He will hurt you, to you and Liam. Get out of here, go back to Spain!» «He brought me here to get me out of town. He invited me to dinner just for that, just to send me back.» She glued her ear to the metal, wincing because the material was cold. She couldn't hear anything. He had told her that the place was soundproofed. She regretted not picking that up as a sign that this dinner would go very badly. «But that's what he wants, he wants everything to go wrong here. He just wants me to leave. So why did he leave me locked up?» "Why did you leave me locked up in here?!" she cried helplessly, crying again, wiping h

Sofia's footsteps were camouflaged by the thickness of the grass, but it was very early. It was not yet 06:00 in the morning, and the silence was so quiet that even a fly could be heard, so she had to be very careful. Hesitant, nervous, but also desperate, the young woman spotted the black van, very similar to the one that had left her there the night before, and stopped at the corner where she had expected to see it. She exhaled once and stood in front of the passenger door. She could barely see her image through the glass, but she had no desire to analyze any of her features at that hour. The decision was made; she would not back down and was already prepared to know what to say without letting the subject go any further than it might at any moment. Raymond opened the door, letting her in. The silence of the space enveloped them. He looked straight ahead and started the van... "No," she said, "what are you doing?" "Getting out of here?" She looked back, then all around. On th