The Kings of Crime

Chapter 8

The blonde entered the room, viewing her father with disgust. She was hurt that he had sent such a... boring security guard to take care of her. The organized crime boss was sitting in the living room armchair smoking the usual Cuban cigar, he was talking to Clebão about a shipment to Santos, which was why early in the morning when Gabriela entered her father's office, Clebão was already there. He was probably negotiating the “order”.

“So how was the first day?” asked Meneses, signaling for Clebão to stop the conversation. The aide tiredly put the notebook back into his tuxedo's inner pocket and sat down lazily on one of the sofas.

“Terrible, daddy! You didn't hire a security guard you hired a sadistic, depraved, boring little monster to look after me.” the young woman shouted. His face was red with anger. Clebão, who was almost asleep after sitting on the sofa, tried to wake up to see the scandal that Gabriela was making.

“Gabi, I was asking Souza.” said Meneses, looking at his daughter with disapproval due to hysterics.

The blonde was upset. Does this mean that Souza's opinion was more important than hers? That was undoubtedly the last straw. Regardless of what the killer said, she would make a point of telling her father about the harassment inside the van” it would only hide the facts that it had started” and the stupid way Souza treated her.

“Your daughter is very temperamental, Evaristo Meneses, but she is easy to control.” Souza looked sideways at the blonde who was standing there listening attentively to his words “It's like a child, just don't pay too much attention.

“I hate him, daddy!” Gabriela said hysterically, pointing accusingly at the killer, whose voice seemed inert.” He attacked me, he's crazy. You're not going to leave your little girl in the hands of a pervert, are you?

Meneses raised an eyebrow and looked from Gabriela to Souza as if he wanted an explanation for the accusation. Despite Evaristo's poignant look, the killer maintained the same apathetic expression as if he were talking to anyone else.

“She's just trying to find an excuse for you to fire me.” he said seriously, looking into Meneses' eyes as if he were visually facing him” Your daughter is a little girl to me and I respect her as such.

“Right! Gabi, go to the mall after lunch and buy some nice clothes, who knows, maybe your bad mood will go away.” Meneses made a sign to Clebão as if ordering him to return to the subject they were discussing before his daughter arrived.

Gabi was perplexed. Did her father believe in that idiotic, pervert murderer than in her? And he still tried to buy her clothes to accept Souza without complaining. “Lucky for him, I need some new dresses and shoes!” The blonde walked to the elevator, feeling a certain pleasure in noticing that Souza, at least inside the house, wouldn't follow her like a walking ghost.

“I was seduced in the dirtiest way imaginable “ok it was my fault, I was the one who started this story of seduction “he touched me without any shame. Cold hands, but such lascivious touches showing desire. I admit that that mouth so close to mine awakened in me thoughts of being kissed by that murderer, it's stupidity and masochism, I don't think I have that bad taste, it's just a relapse due to the fact that no other man has touched me before.

Max de Souza is a strange man who doesn't show any weakness “I Gabriela will be the discoverer of his weakness “My goal is to make his life a real hell even if I have to make the sacrifice of seducing him Maia a few times. ”

“Your daughter is a little girl.” Those words spoken by Souza echoed in the blonde's head. So that was how he saw her? A little girl? A malicious smile appeared on her pink lips. At least he had realized that she had a woman's body and for the first time he had called her by her name.

“Miss Meneses, lunch is served! “warned one of the employees.

The blonde took a deep breath. He would have his revenge, that afternoon Souza wished he had never met her.

OoOoOoOoOoOoOOoO

She moaned softly when she felt cheeky fingers on one of her breasts through her clothes. The skilled mouth placed hickeys on the neck, marking the incredibly white skin. She held him by the shoulders for support, her body felt wobbly and shivering. It was always like this when HE touched her.

“Marcel, stop... We c-can't...” the voice was hoarse and broken not only due to shyness, but also due to the reactions that his touches caused throughout her body. It was as if an electric current of a thousand volts electrified her.

“I tell you what we can and cannot do Rosângela.” his tone was low and calm, but authoritative

Rosângela was sitting on the table in the office of the head of the Moraes family. Marcel sinuously positioned between her legs. The leader of the Moraes was intent on distributing kisses on his cousin's neck, leaving marks that demarcated his territory. The male hands massaged the large bust over the female clothing, which was made of thin fabric, which made both of them feel the touch more intensely.

He held the delicate woman with both hands, pulling the female body to stick to his. It was natural for her to be more nervous about that lustful approach than he was. Unlike her, he already had an active sex life from a young age while Rosângela was still a virgin.

Nobody knew about the two. Mário, the former boss of the Moraes family and Rosângela's father, was still alive and disapproved of their romance, who, despite all that tough-guy pose, was unable to disrespect his uncle's wishes, especially, however, the desire he felt for the blue-eyed woman was so intense that he had risked maintaining a relationship, the house's employees were suspicious of their bosses' affair but none of them dared to tell Mário, Marcel's anger would probably cause his death and everyone there loved life.

When they were alone in the corridors, office, bedroom, kitchen, they took the opportunity to kiss desperately as if they were a couple who hadn't seen each other for years.

“No Marcel, we better stop!” Rosângela gently pushed her cousin away when she felt one of his hands slip inside her skirt. If I let him deepen his touches, I didn't know if I would be able to stop him. This was no time to give in to him.” I'm not ready yet.

Marcel looked into Rosângela's eyes, she seemed sure of what she was saying. He sighed in defeat and walked away from her, walking to the window and opening it. A cold breeze was perfect for putting out the fire that was burning his body. It was always like this when the touches started to become more “dangerous”, she would stop him claiming that she was not prepared for the first relationship, she felt frustrated at not being able to have the woman she wanted so much but she soon calmed down when she remembered that she was not it was any woman...Rosângela was special.