A Temporary Loss of Control

(Part of 11) I left the dungeon only when the day was clear, it would be a pleasant temperature Monday, I imagined. I arrived home around half past six, stinking of all possible smells and full of pain. I practically fell asleep on my feet while trying to open the door, I stumbled in and left my weapon under my pillow. Peter was sleeping, he must have waited for me for a good part of the night, I presume. I put on my clothes and everything and fell asleep. He spoke to me, I think, but I just wanted to die in peace and erase anything immediately, because my night was not easy. My transaction with the transvestite giant and the other heavy guy lasted until dawn. I managed to conclude the negotiation of the weapon with sleep after three o'clock in the morning. I paid for the three thousand pistols and two loaders. The giant loader gave me a ring in my hand, and I also took a present when Solomon said, "Hold it". That's a toast to little patricia wanting to come back I can make a few federal stops with that little body of yours think about it and find me, you just have to win I didn't know if I was flattered or more frightened, the reality of his underworld was too heavy for me, and besides, Salome wasn't the type to accept a refusal, so I showed a false interest and promised to come back. I also accepted his invitation and recommendation to play some poker until daybreak, as the street at the moment could be dangerous for me due to having left some angry guys with me during the card game. They would still be circulating around. I woke up at noon to the sound of the church bell ringing, and I was still dying of sleep, but a little talk and smiles coming from the corridor next to my window set off my alarm. I looked through the window of the Venetian and saw a ladybug with her nipples sticking out from underneath a fine plaster jacket, practically rubbing herself on Peter's chest while rubbing her ass with a shorty that left her cheeks exposed. She lived at the end of the corridor with her whore mother. The woman slept with the butcher's guy and the grocer's guy to get free food at home, and also the landlord in exchange for a discount on the rent. I got possessed and I made a fool of myself, I lost control in certain moments of irritation, I took the gun and I opened the window pointing it at the girl's forehead while I shouted, Get off your piranha project, if I see you throwing yourself on my man one more time, I'm gonna blow your fucking head off. The girl trembled at the base and almost collapsed, walked away with her hands raised and her eyes wide until she reached and entered her muffler. You're crazy, man. If they catch you messing around with that pirouette project, you're going down. I ran into the girl outside the grocery store and she was just telling me about a movie she saw yesterday. The fifty shades of grey, right? He came in and calmed me down after he took the gun out of my hand, we talked about my night, I made up about the need to wait for the goodwill of the head of the piece, a transvestite. <unk> I also played a few cards waiting for daybreak to come away, as the piece is not safe at dawn. I thought it best to conceal the offer of brutal sex, then I told him to get ready, we'd be on the trail of traitors in three days. In the last hour of Thursday, we left in a bus heading south; Itajaí and Camboriú would be the likely places to find Maciel's bastard. All his possessions and material goods, apart from his affective ones, were in the city or its surroundings, practically: his mother, his ex-partner and his son, for example. Although he rarely spoke to the concierge on a non-professional level, it became clear that the girl was still special to him, his son even more so. It was almost certain that he had returned to the region to be close to them. Still on the day of the coup After breaking the police blockade and being shot, Maciel considered that stopping and surrendering would not be the best alternative, he drove the Audi madly at more than 200 km per hour for several kilometers. It was an unprecedented situation in his life, despite being a thief and robber, however, he had never been in extreme situations with shooting and chasing. He sinned by inexperience when he lost control of the car in a curve, drove on the track and ended up outside it hitting a tree. He did not suffer serious injuries thanks to the Airbag. He got out of the vehicle and looked at Jessie unconscious and strapped to the seat in the back. The plan established by Rocha (the Northeast) was to end the life of the program by pushing the Audi, with her, into the bottom of a lake. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of sirens in the distance. He left the site and began a difficult hike through the woods. He counted on luck to reach an urban area and get a taxi. Unable to seek hospital help, he contacted a doctor he knew. He counted on the doctor's discretion to treat his wound in exchange for some money. Hours later, his numerous attempts to contact Rocha via cell phone were in vain, the accomplice was the most experienced of the trio, he had already destroyed the prepaid cell phone acquired to use only on the occasion of the coup. Maciel was afraid they'd kill his partner after they'd taken everything from her, then they'd come after him. He'd packed up his things to get out of circulation, he'd already gambled thousands of dollars as lost, he'd dreamed big and let himself be fooled by his newly-known sidekick, and he'd still gotten involved with a wealthy and powerful elite who didn't hesitate to have anyone killed who got in the way of their business. They'd already be in his clutch, he deduced, he needed to disappear immediately so he wouldn't be the next to be silenced. "Where would the Rock be? It was a fake name, obviously, but how did you know about the car with the money? Who was he? How did you know about me?" Thoughts and questions filled the concierge's head and he got no answer to any of them. Keep going.