The Kings of Crime

Chapter 3

“Girls usually dream of living in a castle and being real princesses. Wait in the highest tower for your prince charming who will be: Handsome, rich and romantic and will face any obstacle for her. The two will fall madly in love at first sight. The princess's first kiss will be on a full moon night under a veil of stars. They would flee with a white horse to a simple but loving house in an enchanted forest. The first night of love would be bathed in love with red roses lining the bed.

It's incredible that the kissing stage hasn't even happened yet with me, and I'm hot as hell. I'm eighteen years old and I still haven't kissed a man, not even a single kiss. I know that any guy would pay millions just to touch my mouth with his thumbs and brush his mouth against mine, after all I'm the most popular girl in college, I'm a Tiktoker with a hundred thousand followers. However, my life is not easy! I have the palace, which by the way is a beautiful house, even in the favela it is a mansion to envy. I have the white horse, which is a traffic-stopping Volvo. But the most important thing is missing... THE PRINCE.”

Gabi let the pen slip from her hands and fall onto the bed. He closed the diary and put it in the black backpack he would take to college. It was a bit childish to have a diary when you were eighteen, but I liked writing what I felt, and I felt a lot. It was there that he vented. There were certain things that I couldn't talk about with Rosângela, especially when it came to her sexuality. The Moraes heiress was lying when she said that she had already kissed several guys, in reality, she hadn't kissed one. It wasn't for lack of options, as I kept receiving declarations of love. The fact was: Those damn bodyguards didn't let any man get close, not to mention the fact that she already had a man in mind with whom she would like to have her first kiss.

And how difficult access was.

“Miss Meneses, it's time to go to college. Your father wants to talk to you before he goes, he told you not to take long to come down.” Gabi looked nervously at the door of her own room when she heard the voice of one of the maids.

He already knew what his father wanted, or at least he thought so.

He took the diary out of his bag again and opened it to the same page he had been writing on until a few minutes ago.

“Normally the princess always has an evil stepmother, or a jealous sister to get in the way of her plans to be happy with the prince. In my case it is neither one nor the other. I have an overprotective father who will happily kill any man who tries to kiss me. Of course the individual's head will be served at my dinner. This is my case.”

He put the diary away again when he heard his name being called by another maid. He got up and went towards the mirror to take a last look at his appearance.

A black tergal mini skirt that allowed her long, toned legs to be exposed, accompanied by a tight white blouse with some multicolored butterflies printed on it. It highlighted her slim waist and breasts that were neither big nor small, simply proportionate to her body with its sinuous curves.

The incredibly blue eyes highlighted with a pencil of the same color, making them a vivid and indescribable blue. Full lips painted with nude lipstick. Her long blonde hair tied into a high ponytail. She was beautiful. “Aaah I bet not even that big-headed girl can do better!” He spoke thinking about Ketyellen. Every single day the two competed to see who arrived at university prettier. Of course, Gabriela was the winner practically every time.

She had inherited the beauty of the morning that had been a preppy girl with blue eyes, in love with the owner of the Complex.

He sighed.

He went down in the elevator. You can't help but notice some movement on the third floor. It must have been something related to the family business to ignore, I didn't want to know what it was about. The last time she acted curious and broke into the basement, she came across a man with one of his arms missing, practically disfigured from the beating he had received. He hadn't been able to sleep for a week with the image of blood running down the stranger's body. Her father had been furious at her intrusiveness. Dirty and dark things. That was probably what was happening around him.

He knocked on his father's office door, hearing a “Come in!” He visualized the head of the family smoking the usual Cuban cigar sitting in an armchair. Some papers containing exorbitant data on money in tax havens were spread out on the table. I wasn't alone. On his right side, Clebão spoke on the phone in Italian and made some notes, he seemed extremely lazy to speak that language.

“You took a long time!” he said, analyzing his daughter carefully.

“I was getting ready” she replied, touching the bandaged arm” And changing the bandage.

“I have a new security guard for you!” he said, pointing towards the office window.

Gabi looked in the direction her father was pointing and got scared. I hadn't noticed that man's presence. Incredibly dark, spiky hair. It was an unusual, vivid red. Aqua green eyes that looked like glass. A tattoo on the right corner of her left arm that she had no idea what the meaning was. The gray suit matched his serious pose and algid gaze. He was definitely attractive and young. He couldn't have been more than twenty years old. “Damn... I have to thank Marcel. At least once in his life he got it right.” Gabriela thought, intrigued by that figure in front of her.

“This is Max de Souza, the best killer in all of Brazil.” He threw the ashes into the ashtray and put out his cigar. Meneses then spoke in a threatening voice towards his daughter.” I paid a lot for it Gabriela and you know I hate losing money. Don't cause trouble!

“I'm a cherub daddy! The problems that run towards my innocent person, I'm not the one who runs after them “She gave a mischievous smile.

“Gabi... Don't make me lose my patience!” Meneses diverted his daughter's attention to the brown-haired man. “I hope you don’t disappoint me! I think Marcel warned me what I do with those who are unsuccessful.

“Yes!” was the direct and emotionless response of that intriguing figure in the blonde's eyes.

“Gabi come home straight from college. At night we will have dinner with our friends.”She knew that the friends he was referring to were members of the East Zone Complex. She frowned reluctantly. Of all the members, I only liked two people. Rosângela Moraes who was her new best friend and the 'prince' she so desired... Jonas Lopes.

“Yes Dad.

The moment she started walking the man followed her. There would be a new shadow from then on. At least it was one and not fifteen, and this time it was a very handsome man. Despite all that arrogant and impassive air.