Chapter 3 3

Isabella.

I went after the beer by the fridge and had already taken the same putting it on the table, tava in the larica then decided to look for a cookie I bent down to get the cabinet below, who puts cookie below?

I felt the presence of someone and a masculine perfume that smelled good, I froze but got up.

"Hi... - I said after seeing the image of the man from last night, tattooed and with his serious face."

"let's go home. - he approached me and looked me up and down."

" I can't, I'm with my friends and they must already be worried about me" - I said nervously, already feeling my hands sweaty.

"Isabella, yesterday you left them and why not today?" - his thick voice was so sexy saying my name, which made me smile like an idiot.

"you are stubborn, you need to take no for an answer, baby". - I mocked him, and laughed at the look on his face.

" If I'm a baby you'd better come and take care of me, babe. When the pagoda is over, we'll go to my place, and that's not a question". - left, crazy man. I took the beer and the cookie and went towards the girls and sat down on the chair, starting to drink.

It had been about two minutes and I wasn't feeling so sober anymore and I decided to dance together with the girls and there was a young guy from far away flirting with me, and I smiled from afar and saw him coming towards me.

"let's go over there, baby". - whispered in my ear getting into the dancing mood.

" only if it's now, kitten". - Julia scolded me, but I went to call him back.

We started kissing like crazy, the kiss was so fast that I could barely keep up.

He kneeled over him and put his cock out, when I was about to do the job he immediately put it inside and ran out, I didn't understand but I was dying of laughter, ok very drunk.

I looked to the side and saw the playboy with a face not good and I laughed imitating him.

"you're going crazy, aren't you?" - he came up to me.

"You weren't going to shoot him, were you?" - I laughed and he sighed and went to get the motorcycle that was near us.

"Get on that fucking bike and I'll teach you to listen to me" - he spoke roughly and I got on the bike, he started it and almost made me fall backwards.

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Isabella.

We arrived at his house and I was choking on everything, wanting to let go and get real, I hated being manipulated or having to put up with him acting like this whenever he wanted.

He stared at me locking his jaw and I stared at him with the same intensity, but the tears insisted on falling and I couldn't stand it anymore.

I have a fucking defect of crying for everything, any little thing makes me cry, really.

Were you dry with me? I'm already crying, did you treat me differently? I'm already crying. I am sentimental about EVERYTHING.

"I know it's too soon for that, but I want to take you on. I want to make you my faithful, blondie" - he spoke calmer and I found it strange, bipolarity, no denies. I would accept but I got really confused, my mother would kill me.

"Man, I don't even know your name? and another thing, my mother would kill me without even thinking twice. She wouldn't let that happen and would kick me out of the house". - I said nervously and he smiled sideways.

" André, my name is andré. And if your mother doesn't want to, that's fine. You live with me here." - he said approaching me and I nervously denied it.

" No man, my mother and my sister are everything to me. I don't want to be heartbroken, please stop." - I said, feeling the tears rolling down my face, but I won't lie. I wanted this more than anything.

Since I was twelve I've always been crazy to become a bandit's wife, judge me.

I'm not talking about the power and the money, but the attraction to danger that I have and always had.

I always admired the first ladies of the drug trade, like Danubia and Fabiana, for their stories. But not for the power or the money, that is good, but that is the least of it.

"later, you bring your things, I'll send a minor to take you home. - he spoke at last and when I was about to answer he left without paying attention to me."

I followed him to the outside of his shack, which I bet is not his house, it's quite different from a "big boss" house.

I saw a boy approaching on a motorcycle and it was a cat.

"go ahead, be careful, I'll be right back, okay?" - He stole a forced kiss and I gave him the middle finger and he laughed.

Idiot.

I got on the back of the motorcycle and the little one started it, I grabbed me and pushed myself up there, he was smelly, puts.

We arrived in front of my house and I got off the bike, he looked at me seriously, how rude.

" Thank you for bringing me here." - I said smiling.

" stop smiling at me girl, you want to kill me man". - I looked and saw him giving me a grade.

"these kids" - I walked into the house looking like I had seen a little blue bird, smiling like a drug addict, and those who see me won't even tell that I was crying minutes ago.

I looked at my mother lying on the couch watching that soap opera, I never understand any of this, talk.

and my sister with her face in her cell phone I deduced that she was watching that boring dog patrol.

"good afternoon beautiful family, mom I need to talk to you". - she turned around and looked at me from head to toe.