26 The father's punishment.Braston talked to Lizi after the slap that stung his face, showing a slight redness from each finger."That's messed up! Why didn't you ask before?""It doesn't matter, you did this to her, how could you force her to come to this house? How could you force her to live with the man...""Don't finish that!" he ordered, interrupting. "Did she tell you everything or just her side?""Is there any justification for something so absurd?""Do you want to know? Sit down and I'll be brief," he said, even though she was reluctant, she sat down. "Did she tell you she pretended to be a prostitute? Did she tell you she went there voluntarily? I only received one woman in that room, just one, and she dressed up as a whore and fooled me. I won't carry this guilt alone!""But why would she do that?""She went there to steal the ring, she voluntarily surrendered... Sure, there was a moment when she gave up, I thought it was a damn stupid act Eloah, damn it... I thought it wa
Chapter 27: Confusion Among BrothersAs soon as Lizi finally managed to explain, Jeff began to calm down, but the urge to hit his eldest son still hadn't completely disappeared."Breando!" Jeff called out firmly, and the younger man approached, seemingly indifferent. "Go upstairs and bring the girl here," he ordered harshly."No, he won't touch her!" Braston stood up from the couch, his muscles tense like guitar strings, as Breando stomped upstairs, the creaking wood echoing. Braston was determined to stop his brother, but Jeff, his father, pushed him back onto the couch."Your brother is just bringing her here! Unlike you, who have already caused enough trouble," Jeff accused, making Braston fall silent and sit back on the couch, his nose still bleeding. Lizi handed him a handkerchief to clean the excess while holding the little baby in her arms."Can I?" Braston asked, extending his arms in hopes of taking the child from Lizi's hands."No! Give me little Brady!" Jeff ordered, taking
Chapter 28: Colder than Ice“We have to understand that he suffered the loss of two loved ones.” Jeff pondered.” I blame myself daily for all three, after all, I dragged you all into this mess. Matheus will never forgive me, but you can still join forces with him and form an alliance that no one can break.“His interest in Molly has already done that.” Braston observed.“But he can still understand that you're with her now and that you can marry.” Jeff argued.” You can patch things up with Matheus.“I know I can, but I'm not in a hurry.” Braston replied.” Now I have a family to worry about. I don't want to play cat and mouse with Matheus anymore.“Alright, take all the time you need here.” he agreed.” Mustafa is taking care of everything for now. I hope you don't object.“What else could I expect from the man who is my father's right-hand, above even me, his own son?” Braston questioned, resentment in his voice.“Don't be rebellious. You don't listen to anyone and because of that ende
Wrapped in secrets and dangers, Molly was raised in a rare manner for someone growing up within the mafia, like a donkey oblivious to any danger, I would say. At 17, the youngest of Caio and Matheus, professional killers in service to the late Don Teodoro who was all the trouble there, she was an enigma to her brothers. Despite growing up in the shadow of crime, she remained oblivious to the family's business, an innocence that deeply worried them. Raised in isolation, Molly was a young woman of medium height, adorned with long brown hair framing her angelic face. Her eyes, though carrying the naivety of youth, concealed a sharp intelligence and uncommon insight. It was as if, behind the facade of an inexperienced young woman, there existed a perceptive soul ready to blossom. As the daughter of the mafia madam, her mother harbored the desire for her to secure a good man who would protect her within the mafia, much as she had done herself, shaping her into a beautiful, vain, and attra
Chapter 2:"Daughter, my little flower, could you please step out for a moment? Wait outside," her father kindly requested. Madson's expression darkened as if she suspected it had something to do with her. Without arguing, she left and headed to her mother's room, remaining indifferent to the topic of men."You're not giving her away; neither of us is married, and you can only do that when one of us gets married," Matheus reminded her confidently."You're doing this on purpose!" her father shouted, pounding on the door of the cramped room."Let's just stick to the plan; if we leave now, we won't have to confront anyone.""You can go!" a female voice followed. Matilde opened the door, entered the room, and brought Madson in by the hand."Don't tell me you're still going to work as a pimp?" Matheus asked incredulously."Of course I am! My account was the only one not blocked. If you haven't noticed, I have to support three grown men and my princess, who, by the way, also hasn't had her
Chapter 3 Almost CaughtMolly jumped out of bed, throwing all the suspicious items away before her mother could notice."Mom, is something wrong?" she asked as soon as her mother entered, visibly nervous."Have you delivered all the packages?" Matilde asked, showing concern."Yes.""Let's go!" she announced, pulling her hurriedly as if they were fleeing.Madson had no idea what was happening. They headed to the car and drove off at high speed. Her mother kept her eyes on the road through the rearview mirror, making sure no one was following them. Madson just shrunk into her seat, frightened, without asking anything else."It seems like someone is following us," Molly suggested, alarmed."Damn it!" Matilde exclaimed upon seeing a motorcycle behind them. "Here!" she threw the phone into Molly's lap. "Call Matheus, now!"Madson complied without questioning. Then, she received a piece of fabric thrown onto her face."Are those the men who want to kill our family?" she asked, frightened, w
Chapter 4: Until They Let Me Go!"It's unacceptable to see you going to that place alone, you're only 17, barely able to defend yourself!" her father admonished vehemently."Family..." Matilde murmured with her head down, apprehensive. Everyone stared at her, waiting to understand what was wrong. "There's something else you don't know..." she bit her lip, lacking the courage to speak."What are you trying to say?" Lincoln asked suspiciously, shifting his attention to his wife."Someone has to go there, we have no other choice. The card, the money... the passports, everything was left behind in the rush," she commented with heavy breath."We have no one else here but us," Caio added."Lisaura is trustworthy," Matheus pondered."She is, but the safe only opens by fingerprint and... the only ones with registered fingerprints are me and Madson," Matilde concluded."Then it's settled! I'll go get what's needed," Molly offered without hesitation, as if she were a soldier ready for battle."
The next day, the same old story repeated itself. Matheus was adamant about not letting her go, while Lincoln stayed updated on the hunt, soon the whole family agreed except Matheus, still after much torment from Molly he agreed and allowed her to go."So I can solve this with that assassin instead of Lisaura and get the ring," she thought as the second possibility in case the first one didn't work out."Tomorrow early in the morning, you leave, it's the safe hour, Mom! Make sure to dress her in more decent clothes than that rustic low-cut dress, do we have a peasant at home? She can't go like that and look like a male fetish," Matheus asserted."What's a fetish?" Molly asked confused."That's why you shouldn't go like that," he warned, indifferent.The sun hadn't even risen yet, and Madson was already up wandering around the house anxiously, her brother was no longer in the room, often she heard noises in the arsenal room they had made in the basement, her brother Caio still slept as