Chapter 28

The gate was open, and outside, parked next to the sidewalk, Picasso's motorcycle shone in a metallic blue tone.

Calling that a motorcycle was an understatement. The vehicle seemed to be extremely heavy, very large, tall, and very expensive in appearance. I didn't understand motorcycles. I hated them all. But I knew that a lot of traffic investment had been ceded for the purchase of that beast in the form of a motorcycle.

"Come, Juju, ride here," called Picasso, already sitting on the bike. I rolled my eyes at the so-called obscene. He kept the cap in his jacket pocket, put on the helmet that was black and decorated with flames, and gave a muffled laugh. "Come on, Juliana. The girls in this community would kill each other to have the same chance. Appreciate being able to sit on something that belongs to me.

Mariana cursed a dozen more swear words when she slammed the door of Neguinho's car. He was also smiling, and accelerated so much to get out that the car even s