A LITTLE BIT OF LAP"Cloe, on the other hand, was lamenting, her mind seemed scattered, endless longing for her love. Where was Túlio? The expression on his face when he found out she had been raped crossed her mind, and as incredible as it might seem, she felt ashamed! She felt so small. He shouldn't make her feel ashamed. Even though she knew that, even though she knew she had nothing to be ashamed of, that was the feeling. Had his feelings for her changed? This reinforced within her, Túlio's absence only showed and reinforced her feelings that he no longer liked her, that he no longer loved her, him not coming home, only showed that this was it, that maybe he no longer loved her. Where was Túlio? Where was he? Sadness consumed her. She asked Sopapo and Cannibal to look for him, but either they didn't obey her order or they already knew where he was and left their boss alone. The expression of pity on the faces of her now best friends and Túlio's companions left her even more hurt a

PASSION FOR DORAMAS.Cloe didn't stay in the office they usually met for long. Within the community, there was what they called the "office," where Sopapo, Cannibal, Gringo, Tulio, and her made decisions. Only a few people had access to the place. Many went there to look for them, but most of them would call Gringo when they wanted to arrange something, ask for something, or clarify any doubts about the gang. Before they lived together, Cloe and Tulio's house served as the "office," but now they met there.From everyone's expression, she knew Tulio had been there. She didn't mention his name, said what she needed to say and left. She went to Milla's house and told her she had been at the office."Was he there?" Milla asked."No, I think he had just left, judging by the boys' faces.""Take a break, friend.""That's all I've been doing, Milla. So, any news about Shay?""Oh, yeah, she's fine now. Flora said she didn't need to be hospitalized. Doctor Zaquim saw that it wasn't very serious

REPREHENSION.Cloe slept like a tranquilizer that Milla put in her mouth, even though it was weak and low-dose, it worked to relax her a bit. The past stressful situation also contributed, or else Milla wouldn't have let her go after Shay.Milla was boiling with anger. They had known Shay for over a decade and she knew that Shay did it on purpose and out of pure malice. It had been the same with Miranda.Miranda had moved to the neighborhood six years ago and Shay had chased her until the girl gave up and left. Shay picked on her, calling her stuck-up and snobbish just because the girl wasn't born and raised there. She had problems with that, she was territorial and didn't accept anyone entering the neighborhood or getting close to someone important there. Like Cloe. Shay couldn't accept that Cloe had caught Túlio's interest.Miranda had approached Gaspar and even though she had never noticed him before he became interested in Miranda, Shay couldn't accept it and tormented the girl to

CHECK IT OUT!Sopapo dropped Gringo off at Cloe's house and left to help Túlio. Neither Sopapo nor the other men in the car heard Gringo's scream when he entered Cloe's house and saw her cutting her wrist. They sped away in the car to the conflict with their boss, leaving Gringo in despair. How would he save her on foot?"Cloe, my love, what have you done?!" He shouted and fell to his knees beside her, the crimson blood staining his pants. He picked her up and she seemed weightless. She was already in shock, blood flowing fast from her wrist, and he held her wrist trying to apply pressure and stop the bleeding, but it didn't seem enough. It was the first time Gringo touched her like this. She was cradled and unconscious against his chest. He felt guilty for feeling what he was feeling, he had loved her from the beginning, he respected her and Túlio. He loved them, but he was at his limit. He never thought about confessing to her, nor did he know if he ever would with her, Túlio, his b

WILL YOU FORGIVE ME?Gringo knew him well, knew that his blood was boiling in his veins and that he wanted to kill him right there. He didn't do it because of the truths he had thrown in his face, and he didn't regret anything he had said. It was true, and he was tired of seeing Cloe suffer for these four years. Watching her bleed out had exhausted his patience. Helping her had pushed him to his limit. He was still in shock from everything he had gone through in the last few hours and he unleashed all of his accumulated anger at once. It hadn't been easy seeing the sadness in her eyes all these years. Seeing how the boss had been treating her lately. He knew Túlio loved her and was completely screwed up and confused, but he was too, so screw him. Túlio could make his life a living hell, of course, he was aware of that. He was also aware that if he killed him in less than five minutes, he would be dead too. And it wasn't even why he wasn't doing it. Túlio had been his best friend for o