Tulio 31 Minutos Novels & Stories

They were able to dodge most of the blows so far, with counters that outdid their previous moves. After a few more minutes of outdoing each other, Marcus was able to land several blows on Tulio's jawline and a few on the temples. He blocked multiple straight punches thrown by Tulio and managed to knock him down once. Tulio swiftly rose back up and charged like a mad bull. He succeeded this time and struck a powerful straight kick with the bottom of his foot to Marcus's stomach. My breath hitched when I saw it. Marcus was taken aback but only for a second before he caught Tulio's heel to lift and hook his foot with the nook of his elbow. Tulio tried to strike him with his hands but Marcus lif

I pointed in his direction and Gregório noticed him, following me in his direction. Túlio is small, but with a good physical size and does not remotely disguise his serious face like his older brother. As Celina says: What she has taken from me, Túlio has taken from Gregório. That is: the most intimidating posture, the cold face when he is serious and never, ever knows how to lose. Well, we see this up close when he loses the ball and then goes to complain to the next person, and he was the one who lost the ball.

“Noooo!” “And don’t think I have forgotten about your TV ban,” Nico added smoothly, tearing a piece of toast. “But I wasn’t watching TV!” Tulio cried. “Angel was! Ask her!” I raised my hands in mock surrender. “He was technically unconscious the whole time.” “See?” Tulio said triumphantly, flashing a grin. I could tell he thought he had won. And maybe he had.

“You will give the order to let them go and if they are not in front of me in one hour, you are fucked!” Tulio got out of the car, slammed down hard, Jânio opened the window and shouted at him, who was already crossing the street to get the motorcycle: “You don't deserve the trust of the partners you have! You don't deserve the mine that shits at your feet and when I take over everything, you will wake up with a mouth full of ants in a ditch, you fucking asshole!” Tulio looked back, showed his wristwatch and spoke: “Tick-tack, you only have fifty-nine more minutes to release my men. I wouldn't waste any time if I were you - he lowered the visor of his motorcycle, accelerated, the engine scre

But I did. Eli does not look away. He just nods slowly. "Maybe someday," he repeats. We eat in silence for a moment. The music plays. The waitress refills our coffee. Outside, the street is still empty. Then my phone buzzes. I check it. The time is 10:44. The bus will be here in six minutes. "The bus," I say. Eli looks at his own phone. "We still have time." "Six minutes. That is not enough to walk back and be sure."