For a moment, I was still lying next to Pablo, feeling his big and firm body on my back. He hugged me after sex and kept his arms around me, holding me as if he feared that I could evaporate at the slightest sign of carelessness. I still saw stars, and this could be due to the fact that he still kissed the top of my spine and slid his strong hands down my torso. A gesture of innocent affection.I could list at least twenty-two reasons why all that shit was the worst decision I could have made in my whole life. Pablo was a walking delight, but a criminal. As far as the law could see, he had committed at least the crime of obstruction of justice, by not testifying against or in favor. And I was a respectful lawyer. With years of a career consolidated by the shit my sisters did and I had to get rid of them. Anyone who suddenly entered that cell would be amazed to find me in the arms of my most mysterious client.Even my mother, whose advice was to keep the Sinclair family within reach of

" Yeah, didn't you know that I went through the biggest shit of my life earlier today? "I returned the question, and Jessy made a low and negative sound. I lay down against the back of the seat, sighing. "I went to visit my client, so we were talking some nonsense, including about sex, when out of nowhere some strange noises started from outside the living room. When we realized, we were surrounded. Our luck is that the window was too high, and the door was kept in place by all the tables and chairs we put as a barricade. If it weren't for that, Jessy, your sister would be at this very moment in a much worse situation than just making dirty things with the client herself.”My security guards were wise enough not to even sketch that they were listening, unlike Jessy who laughed on the phone, trying to muffle the sound with a cough."Jo, I always thought you were the most sensible sister in the family, but I think I need to change my concepts," she joked, and I gave a hiss. "Seriously,

"You can leave it," Ramirez said in a hoarse tone. "I'm already traumatized enough to want to at least go to this side of the city. I will spend a lot of time on the beach, or with my daughter, or my wife. I want to recognize the world, because I don't even remember what it looks like, outside these walls. And someday, I hope that very soon, you can be with me in those moments too, brother. I will be praying for you every day and night until God works a miracle in your life. Thank you very much for everything. I'm going to say goodbye much earlier, because, as I said, anything can happen overnight.”"I understand.”"Is your lawyer heard from you?”"No," I cleared my throat, slightly bothered to think of Jo again. "And I think we're going to spend some time without seeing each other. Don't ask me why, but I stepped on the ball. And Joana has every right not to want to see my face painted gold again. I will respect her absence, if that is the case. I just hope she keeps helping me in th

The accident and everything after it was a mess of shit.Somehow, my security guards' big car was thrown off the road, as the person responsible for it ran away. We were all on seat belts, we all survived. But, sitting next to the window that was thrown against the large rock in the center of the track, I ended up having my forehead cut by the glass and my head beat painfully against some stone fragment.I fainted at the moment of the impact. If the person responsible for the collision decided to end everything right there, he would have succeeded. Both I and my security guards were totally vulnerable and the help took a long time to arrive. In general, we were lucky that the accident happened closer to the police than to the city, because they had priority to call for help.I had glimpses inside the ambulance, as my neck was tightened in a cervical collar and my head was throbbing as if it was still being hit against something solid. My eyes couldn't open, and the rest of the body wa

I haven’t heard from Joana for a week.Hazz was my brother, and I would love him until the end of time, but the guy was a beautiful son of a bitch. He visited me only once to talk about Joana's condition and that she would already be home, but he didn't come back to say anything else. I was in the dark for a week. I didn't receive any call, no letter, not even a smoke signal. And the worst problem is that my head only knew how to think about Joana.I slept thinking about her, I woke up thinking about her, and there was nothing in the world that made me more anxious than the visiting hours. But during that one week, I didn’t get any news from anyone. The peace I had sealed with Hazz began to break again at that moment. I knew that the crazy guy worked in two jobs, had a college, and now a girlfriend who, being Joana's sister, should be a hottie who needed all the attention in the world.But he was my brother. He had said that he regretted not being present at that worst moment of mine.