Thomas AnthonyAfter a night where I managed to relax a little, I decided to go to the hospital early. The meeting with Jonny the night before had not been productive at all. Laura was not at her grandfather's house, according to our informants, and to initiate a rescue mission, I needed to know my daughter's exact location. We would have to be quick and accurate. No chance of defense.I entered the room and saw that Sara was awake. Matheus was at her side and Simon was holding a glass with a straw, which she sucked. I felt her gaze fall on me.—I apologize for not making it in time for surgery. How are you? I approached the bed.— No need to apologize. Simon stayed with me the whole time — she answered without lifting her head.—I'm calmer.— I swallowed hard. In no time did Simon look at me and it started to bother me. He was visibly embarrassed. That meant Sara was really hitting on him. It wasn't just a jealous fit on my part. It was fact. —Simon, we can talk for a while.Matheus h
Sara de Almeida—You've been there for almost an hour. It's time for your medication. I've already dismissed the nurse like you asked. Come on, I'll take you to your room — Simon's voice woke me up to the present moment.—Thank you, Simon. Leave me here just a little longer. I'm going to rest now.—Okay, but take the pill,— he insisted.I grabbed the medicine and the glass of water he was holding and gulped it down. Spok stopped beside Simon and stared at me. I extended my hand to him and he soon came to seek my affection.—Everything here reminds me of Laura. Even Spok .— I sighed too loudly.—Truth! Even her scent is in the room.—I can imagine how unbearable this is for you.— I confess that I can't stop thinking about her. The scene with that man in the bathroom, the shots. It doesn't get out of my head.Simon crouched down in front of the chair and pursed his lips into a thin line.—You did what you could. If Laura is alive, it's thanks to you, who were there to protect her and st
Matheus Anthony— What's up? — Mia came out of the bathroom as I finished talking to Simon.—I still don't know for sure, but I'm going to find out.— I got up and started to get dressed. My head was at home, imagining that the old man must be drinking whiskey.—Are you going?— Mia threw herself into my arms and I couldn't resist. My dick started moving again inside my underwear. That girl drove me crazy. I sucked her mouth hard and went down to her neck, but I was interrupted by the ringing of the cell phone. — I have to go, my father is not well.— It's all right. I also need to leave — she let go of my body and walked towards the bathroom again. The sight of that round ass parading in front of me made me salivate.—How do you get out?— Just now you said you were sick from the pizza. What are you going to do at this hour, on the street? I asked as I pulled on my pants.— I'm better. I'm going to meet Maicon at the club. We're going to work out some details with the manager — she shou
Sara de AlmeidaFrom the moment the story about Simon and me came out, until my presence in that club, it was an anxious few hours. I had barely slept well that night and the physical therapy session had not gone as well as I had hoped. I was exhausted, sad and scared. When Matheus alerted me to the fact that Pierre might be at the club, my nerves collapsed. I tried to relax when Simon started to sing, but that place brought back bad memories. And to make matters worse I needed to go to the bathroom.Going through that corridor, I only remembered the scene of Laura throwing up. I remember going into a state of alert, trying to help her walk, while also having to make sure we were safe. When we entered the bathroom, I didn't expect that man to enter right behind me. I could hear the sound of the door opening, just like that night. I looked at the floor and the sight of Laura next to me, out, made me nauseous. The dry blast of the shot, the blood, Matheus's screams and everything becomi
Simon LeeI couldn't hold back my anxiety. It had been two days since the Black Rum press conference, and I was restless as to whether Laura had gotten my message. Sara was super focused on the treatment and was already showing visible improvements. The episode at the club seemed to have turned on the urgency switch inside her. Sara didn't want to be afraid to go out anymore.Matheus called several times to find out how she was doing. At Thomas's behest, of course. My friend said that his father was in despair when he learned that Sara had had a panic attack at the club. Matheus took advantage of the situation and exaggerated the events of last Saturday. I told Thomas that I had seen Pierre at the club, but that I hadn't told Sara, as she was fragile. So Thomas had a more pressing concern than going in search of Laura. They needed to find Pierre before he supposedly got close to Sara again. It was a masterstroke by my friend. He was learning from me, after all.I was just getting Sara
Laura AnthonyOnly I know the joy I felt when I entered the room and found a notebook on the bed. I ran to him and saw my grandfather's note.—A request for a truce so that we can begin to understand each other. What do you think?—.I smiled and thought about the best strategy for that moment. I needed to be diplomatic in order to put my plan into practice. I went to the main porch, where my grandfather had his breakfast every morning. He smiled when he saw me and asked me to sit at the table.— Thanks for this. It was very kind — I thanked him with a restrained voice.— Good to hear your voice. I was beginning to wonder if you were mute.I chuckled at the comment, remembering how hard it had been to go so long without speaking.— Sit down. I'll appreciate it if you have coffee with me. You don't need to say anything. Just feed.I smiled and sat down at the table with Dom. I was beginning to wonder if I shouldn't have used that strategy a long time ago. It would have saved me so much
Laura AnthonyLucky for me, Lucca didn't even suspect that I was communicating with Simon through the blog. I needed Sara to see the message on her profile, but I couldn't risk logging in again. I could only pray for the notification to arrive. The conversation that I had overheard in Dom Luigi's office was stuck in my head.“Everything is ready for the simulation of the attack. You're going to board that yacht tomorrow. Then they'll change boats and we'll send the news of the explosion to the police. When the press reports the case, Thomas will receive the news of Laura's death. If he was preparing to come to Italy, now he will have no more reason.”“What if he decides to come for revenge?” the voice was Lucca 's .“You will find nothing but death. Let's get Laura out of Italy. You go with her to Greece, on a vacation trip. They will stay for a while, until Thomas is convinced of his daughter's death.”“And how are we going to go back if everyone will be thinking that we died in the
Sara de AlmeidaI woke up that morning in a good mood for exercise. I was already able to walk supported by the physiotherapist and he had promised that we would try to walk with crutches. In the first attempts, I felt that the fear of falling was holding me back and I could not move my feet safely. Simon must have realized that my problem was my mind, that it wasn't helping, because he turned on the stereo, asked me to close my eyes and concentrate on the music, and his voice. I closed my eyes and started listening to the opera invade the entire room. I knew her very well, she was Thomas' favorite. I remembered the first time I heard it at home in Brazil. We had gotten together to celebrate Laura's birthday and Thomas was talking to Matheus about classical music. I looked at him fascinated, I thought Thomas was the smartest man in the world. She looked like a teenager admiring her prince charming. Then he asked if I liked classical music. I replied that I wasn't used to listening. He