Chapter 25

"I'm not going to lie saying that I know who really killed your father," Mariana started, crossing her hands on her lap and taking a deep breath. She wasn't even able to face me. Well, my intuition always said that there was something wrong with her. "But he didn't die during a police operation, Juliana. He wasn't working that day. My father was also close to him, so he kind of knew about the fact that his father was a "partner" of the owner of the favela.

"He wasn't a fucking partner," I grumbled with clenched teeth. "My father was not a bandit. He wouldn't associate with that kind of people.

Mariana giggled low, only then did she raise her eyes to me. The beautiful blue eyes were sharp, with no sign of stunning or secret lies.

"It was you who asked for the truth. I'm just counting.

I took a deep breath. I controlled all the desire to hit Mariana's head on that glass again, until it broke; whether it was the glass or her skull, it didn't matter. I took a dee