Chapter 62

It was already night when Neguinho took me away from the soccer field.

I thought he would be taking me home, but he stopped on a street that I vaguely recognized. A garage door opened when he pulled over the car, and Lacoste appeared in the backyard of Solange's house, squeezing the control.

Neguinho parked and I got out of the car. The family dog was barking with euphoria, even stuck in a chain on the wall. I even thought about greeting Pitbull, but the look that Lacoste threw at me told me a lot about entering the house and not lingering down there with them.

"Have you ever reflected on your attitudes, little troublemaker? "Picasso swayed, when he saw me climbing the stairs that led to the kitchen of the house. He was sitting in the chair facing the door, as if he wanted to see every second I would take to go up. I just nodded in silence. He lowered his eyes to my hands, still dirty with blood. “Come here.

As always, I let myself go in the direction he was,