All Chapters of THE EVIL OF THE GOOD GUYS: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Elizabeth sat down on the largest piece of furniture, right in the middle of it, and crossed her naked legs, smeared with glistening, seductive body cream, the woman had preened herself thoroughly before she got there, ready for a great night with the man of her dreams. Leonel returned shortly thereafter and with the bottle tucked into an ice bucket, a white tea towel over his shoulder. His attire was casual. He wore a white shirt with sleeves rolled up, his dress pants were still on, but his shoes were off, he was barefoot and she was fascinated by that. Despite having seen him many times without any clothes, it was strange to see him like this. His hair was neatly combed and cut, and no beard, any stubble that he sometimes let grow, was cut. She noticed him relaxed, even friendly, it was all a bit strange, the woman felt surprised almost, because always that "lion" (as she called him) showed himself at all times as someone very serious and strong-willed, however, she would not allo

Sophia and Larry found themselves in the kitchen. It was quite late, several hours after the party, and neither could fall asleep. "What are you going to do?" was the director's question after she told him everything, every detail of what was happening. Leaning back against the counter, she reached behind her to touch the counter and lean against it. "Ask me that again tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow, or maybe Monday. Or never, maybe? I don't want to know what I should do or what I shouldn't do; it's exhausting." Larry smiled sadly. He lowered his face, focused his eyes on the floor, and back on her. "Is there any chance you could go to another state in the country? Or maybe... some confederation of the country? Some unincorporated territory of the nation?" She scrunched up her face in a smile of disbelief. "What are you talking about? I don't know what the chances are of anything, Larry; I'm lost right now. Leonel and I agreed to square all this away, but that's as far a

Twelfth dawned and after all the protocol, where Raymond once again drove her (the same way they did the day before, with Liam in the principal's car), teacher Sullivan managed to say goodbye to her students, apologized for the inconvenience, and corroborated with them every class, their contact list, phone numbers and email addresses. She emphasized that her educational plan would be to continue with online classes, although she emphasized talking first with their parents about it, to see if they agreed with this method. Still, she was hopeful that after the pandemic hit the world, families with children in the educational system were already accustomed to using virtual methods for learning. She saw no other way to keep in touch with her new life in Stone Village. Larry was in full agreement and that made the board not exclude her from upcoming payroll payments. «Okay, I'm out of here, done; I got it.» Sofia was shaking her hands and thinking about it constantly, several times, out

Sofia felt some relief at hearing that, causing her tears to dry. She walked into the great room of Larry's house and smiled. "Girls, a hug, will you? Oh, how nice..." she said, hugging her friend's daughters, girls she felt like nieces. "We're leaving now. Liam?" Sofia's son smiled sadly and hugged each girl. He was embarrassed and didn't want to do it, but he had no problem pleasing his mom. The teacher gave the princesses in that home some nice words and told them both at the same time that they would see each other soon. "Are you ready?" the detective asked over the phone. "We're out the door," she reported. "Come out now." Sofia looked at Larry and Fabiola. She hugged him tightly, then looked at each other's faces. Everything was too heavy and complicated for this friendship forged years ago. Then the women shared a hug, too, saying good things to each other and wishing all the best. Leonel watched her leave, she was in a hurry, hardly looking sideways, concentrating on

The woman could not move; in her head, only one question was formulated: how is it possible for him to be here? Leonel approached her. When he had her close enough, he placed his hands on her delicate shoulders covered by the pink cloth. He rolled his manly palms a little lower, encircling her arms, squeezing a little, looking into her face, contemplating once again the beauty in Sofia's face, controlling himself, calming the fire in his hands and that violence in his mouth, feelings that were born just by seeing her. He was not wearing a suit, but a black sweater that made Sofia salivate, they lowered her gaze and quickly looked at the man's body, stunned by the detail; she couldn't believe she was seeing him there, so beautiful, so handsome, so powerful. "How is it...?" Sofia's words didn't reach the end because it was Mr. Vos's mouth, which fell in a crash and mutilated them before they could be released. The teacher's skin was filled with a great sensation and surrendered to