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Cruel Heart 53
I'm still drowsy when I return to my room after taking delivery from the bakery next to the building. As much as I slept, I can't say in detail that I slept as normal every night — perhaps I didn't sleep at all — ... but I also can't say that I didn't like it...As soon as I enter the room, I see Kaanadan's suit set already placed on the armchair in the corner of the room, which I assume as soon as he leaves the bathroom, he won't think much about getting dressed and going back to work. I head towards where he is, seeing him as soon as I approach the door, he is facing the mirror while shaving himself.Standing out in the black bathroom, he doesn't remove the full beard that shapes his face, he just trims the ends and, with the shaving machine, cleans some of the hair on the way to his neck. His bare torso having just gotten out of the shower and the towel wrapped around his hips makes him very attractive to the eyes. I must admit that looking at Kaanadan, even with his brutal struc
Cruel Heart 54
KAANADAN SALVATORE- You did what???Victório's voice sounds on the call. Amazed. Petrified. Incredulous, perhaps.— I beat him. — I say calmly. — I beat him until he shut up and his blood stained my floor. But I left him alive... I think.In my office, that is, in the middle of the night, I adjust myself in the armchair carefully so as not to hurt as much as my injuries already did. I had already showered, changed my clothes for something less tight and closed myself in the work room while I was sure everyone in the house had already fallen asleep.I don't really know what happened to Celeste during the time I was away, either at the company, or at the casino, or just at the hospital finishing the last aid for the cuts; but as soon as I arrived, she was already asleep, along with everyone who only left the hallway light on for me.Victório sighs on the other end of the call and says:— Kaanadan, this will only make things worse...- He came here. — I say firmly, tapping my fi
Cruel Heart 55
The car stopped in the middle of the lawn in front of the house. A two-story house, a cliché rich country house, with a super green lawn right at the entrance — with trees in each corner and plants beautifying each place —, dark varnished wood climbing the area, highlighting the white walls and rustic windows, different on the second floor, where they are made of glass.I leave quickly, without even a trace of tears and a wide smile to meet Gina. We hugged tightly, as if somehow she could protect me from my father, even though she didn't even know it.As we walked away, we looked at each other; your hands touching my face with a maternal touch.— Ah, Heaven... you are so beautiful. — He says, as if I had actually changed a lot during these months. — She's just pale.I shake my head, feeling Santiago's gaze from afar. —Bullshit, Gina. Back in Washington I barely got any sun... I think that affects my known color here.We laugh.- Good! —Say, we turn around. — We're waiting for yo
Cruel Heart 56
— On August 19, 2007, Celeste Brandão de Carvalho Savoia was found dead in the backyard of her home. All the expertise led to the conclusion of a fall from the window, from the second floor to the place where the body was found. The case was closed with the conclusion of a possible suicide, which was confirmed by the husband present at the scene and the couple's second eldest daughter, also present. Some new information made us reopen the case, that's why we're here... we want to know everything that happened, everything you remember about what happened in that house 14 years ago.The voice of the police officer in charge of the case rings out through the large room occupied by just the two of us. Everything is tense, especially because today I had the same conversation as yesterday with my father...I tap my thumbs together on my lap, trying to keep my breathing at least calm. Well, I think this is a bit impossible to be... but I try. I take a deep breath and exhale lightly, leavin
Cruel Heart 57
The surname Savoia not only carries a title of wealth, but also of rules, rules that are either our concern or our prison. One of them is: Keep the family always together in one home. And well, it was already brutally broken this morning.Gregório's car was heading to the beach house, far from ours, where my nightmare woke him up. The streets were lit only by streetlights and not a soul, other than ours, wandered here.I was still tormented, maybe that's why I didn't want to complain about that decision. But Dad will kill us when he wakes up and sees this.He will kill me for being so weak under my own background.As much as I deny it, I know the consequences of staying there. Everything in that house reminds me of the worst day of my life, the worst moment and the worst situation I witnessed when I still couldn't imagine what it was like to have blood on your own hands.I felt guilty.Everything was already present in my family field. I grew up with the image of a smiling mothe
Cruel Heart 58
I barely slept that night, I knew that convincing anyone to let me go back to Washington was something much more complicated to deal with — especially when the main thing was my father.The main event would be around a week from now, but in that time the small bait event would already take place to attract new big names in state power and perhaps even in the country. What will happen today.So we can say that the problem is much deeper...I closed the car door, turning to grab the belt and pull it across my body as I sat in the gray passenger seat.— You know he won't accept it silently, right?Júlio's voice sounded as the car moved away from the beach house. I looked at the sun starting to rise over the horizon and nodded, turning my face towards the oldest man, who was driving calmly. On the outside, of course.— That's why I'm doing this, I know that if I ask for the answer it will be correct. Denial will be accurate.Júlio lets out a tense air. — Going in secret is never th
Cruel Heart 59
The day dawned too quickly for me, I barely managed to sleep and soon I was up, ready for a meeting and soon inside one of the organization's cars, driven by Damiano.The city was already busy, people were walking calmly through last night's snowfall. I had never seen snow up close, today was the first time, but... I expected it to be a lively and happy meeting, nothing like now, tense and worried. As a new rain of snow began to fall calmly, I laid my head on the bench and took a deep breath, closing my eyes for a few seconds.— What will be the solution? — I heard Damiano ask quietly.The concern in his voice was so clear that I could feel the butterflies in my stomach becoming a thousand times more intense. My hands ring and my heart squeezes. In fact, I came determined to bring Kaanadan, but the reality is... I have no idea how to do this without having to risk my head on the gallows.— There's no... — I replied as quietly as your voice.Silence becomes present and we continue
Cruel Heart 60
That whole discovery left me in shock, imagining Gabriel alive seems so impossible that I still spend hours looking at his photos filed in the folder, trying to make it sink in and not be a nightmare... or a bomb.At the office, I send an email to Júlio, firstly because I know my father like no one else — he wouldn't answer me easily. I asked the soldier for a little help so he could put me on the first call after the event. Meanwhile, I organized a briefcase with everything I had found of Gabriel in Kaanadan's folders. Photos. Meeting places. Scratched maps. Dead...This is still so... confusing...Amongst everything, I didn't recognize a private number that Kaanadan called at least three times a month. It was something to look for, but I already had Gabriel's, and when I analyzed it... no, it wasn't him.I heard the bell, which was nothing more than a sound to alert the presence of the elevator. I turned to the door and left the office, hurrying through the hallways and up the s
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