Everyone has heard of a bachelor party and work, but life bachelor party was my trademark.
I had a nightclub closed in Leblon, called the best girls, and some thugs. I wanted to be adored, and there is no one better than those three little dad boys who think they are better than everyone else. This gang believes that the father's military heritage protects them from something, but the reality is that I own both the father and the children.
They are nothing more than a corrupt family that makes Brazilian politics its latrine. Countless times have seen the youngest babysitter being eaten by other men, but the father fills his mouth to say that he prefers to have a dead child over a gay child.
The middle babysitter only became a deputy because I put him in the Chamber, and I even have the balls. The guy is addicted to gambling and loves sex with Vivian, an experienced and wild dominatrix who is exclusive to him in almost every event, and I know she is cruel, I believe she takes revenge for all the other women in the country in his back. But the worst part is that the idiot puts his feet in his hands all the time and keeps talking shit. However, no one is more stupid than the older guy, who thinks of himself as the "punished" of Copacabana, when commanding a group of assholes who are heroes. Turn and move I have to clean one from the bottom of my shoe.
This group is a coward, kills women, workers, and anyone else who is fighting for their rights or who crosses their path. But it is the father who irritates me most; and when I said that the judge and the militant he ordered to kill were on his account, the bastard tried to face me, and I just didn't kill him because, as I said, I don't get my hands dirty with these guys.
With two sexy girls on my lap and several others sitting at the table, the idiots watched without being able to touch or approach. Eva is 23 years old, is a very intelligent woman, goes to medical school, and pays with the sweat of her body, literally. Janaína is 20 years old, studying journalism, is a beautiful brunette, with huge breasts and an ass capable of stopping the battery of the independent youth of Padre Miguel, one of the largest samba schools in Rio de Janeiro ... And Sofia, a blonde with huge hair that I love curling while fucking her from behind.
When I look at these beauties I think of the time I spent being loyal to Irina, I almost traded them all for a heartless dog. But that is past waters, and today I would enjoy it, it would be a fair exchange and without commitment, after all having no heart, I cannot promise it to any.
I woke up sweating at dawn, with legs and arms around me, but that was not the cause of the heat I was feeling, the distress and sweat were the consequences of my constant nightmares. I got out of bed and went to the hotel's balcony, the fresh air helped to calm me down, but the headache remained ecstatic.
When I got back to the room, I saw how drunk I was, the three women slept tangled in the bed, and I don't know how I got there. But I wouldn't complain, after all, I haven't had such fun in a long time; Eva made me go up with that mouth, and the moans of the brunette that I don't remember the name will be in my memory forever, not to mention the flexibility of Sofia. I want them exclusive to me, and a deposit into your accounts will guarantee that and more.
I needed to be home before sunrise, so I got ready, made sure the bills were paid, and left an extra for any expenses they might incur.
It was still dawn when I left the hotel, Jullius and the men were waiting for me in the car, and we drove home. On the way we were ambushed by some amateur guys; Julius let them approach and hit two, but even so, they managed to escape, a third was intercepted by the other car, and he was not as lucky as his cronies.
Although the attack was carried out by amateurs, I realized that it was well planned. Someone knew that I would pass by and that I would be well accompanied; whoever hired them, just wanted to give me a warning, and I got the message.
— Shit! Who does this Figlio di puttana think he is to face me like that in my territory? I want the other two alive! Find them! Fuck it! Get out of my sight! — I shouted throwing the glass of whiskey towards the men, who left in a hurry.
The anger consumed me in such a way that all my muscles were tense; to relieve them I went down to the gym, put on my gloves, and started to hit the sandbag until I managed to empty my mind and not think about anything.
After a while, Jullius came down and watched me. I knew he had something bad to say to me, he was waiting for the right moment for it; but I kept hitting the boxing bag until I had no strength left.
— Ready? Can we talk yet?
— And is there another way? — he denied. — Then spill it.
— Let's go home, your grandfather is in the hospital.
— What? What the fuck is going on today for everything to go wrong? What the fuck?
— Marcello was poisoned but rescued in time. He's stable.
— Any leads?
— Same as always ... They are forcing the hand of the Commission, he wants to take it. And your grandfather wants you at home, in Vennidt.
— Whatever. Any news about those kids?
— Yes, we have a name and address.
— Watch them, but don't let them find out we're watching. I will resolve this personally after I return.
— It's all right. I will prepare the bags.
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Coming home was painful, but I couldn't leave my grandfather alone; Vitto and I are all the family he has left, and he will not be alive for long if my suspicions are correct. So my grandfather has only me.
The ceaseless flight hours, and the discomfort of such a long journey, were without a doubt the worst part. But Venni's cold at this time of year was welcome; I like the heat of Rio, but nothing compares to the temperature of Vennidit.
When the car started up the hills, my heart sank with memories. My grandfather had the house where I lived demolished, but I couldn't erase my memories of that place.
The vehicle entered the Venni estate and I saw the big stone house with its red front and the huge stone boardwalk, which still reigned imposing.
Pomegranates and jasmines competed in beauty and perfume with the huge Italian cypress trees that lined the entire property. In the spring, the trees and flowers beautify and exhale their scents to the four winds, but now there was only a thin layer of snow to remind us that we are at the beginning of the harsh European winter.
The car slid through the entrance, and I saw well-armed and attentive men, looking in all directions; most of them were present the day I became a grown man, and the older ones had seen me grow up in that house.
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