Chapter 3

Antonella

“I can't believe he was here,” I replied, in a regretful tone.

“Nella, can you see that everyone is looking at us like it's our fault? — Raquel asked, and I agreed.

— One thing I say: I'm going to kill Davi inside the police station, and it's going to be now. Who is he to want to treat us like that, as if we were children?

"Nella, let's go."

"Do you really think he was serious?" I asked. He wouldn't be able to do what I was thinking, would he? It was then that I had an idea: — Raquel, let's go to the bathroom — I took advantage of everyone being distracted by the new show.

'What are we going to do there?' - she asked. “OK, no silly comments,” Raquel added, watching the expression on my face.

We went straight to the bathroom. I closed the door and made sure there was no one else. I went to the bathroom sink and took out everything inside my bag, touching everything as if it were something different.

“I found it,” I yelled.

"What is this, Nella?" Rachel asked curiously.

“My brother's son of a bitch put a tracker in my bag. Now I'm going to make mincemeat of it.

"Is he crazy now?"

“If he's not, he'll stay, because I'm going to make his life hell, and it's going to be now. You come with me?

"Of course I do, how do you get to the police station?"

“Oh, true. We will. I'll hunt now, Lord David,” I replied, and we set off, with one last glance toward the stage.

Raquel handed the key to the valet, and while we waited for the car to arrive, I took a small mirror, got dressed, touched up my makeup, and from there we went straight to the police station.

— Will you come in? I asked, already knowing the answer.

— Better not — I already imagined.

“I'll be right back,” I said, getting out of the car.

I walked towards the building and passed everyone who was there. I already knew them and they knew that when I was there, it was Davi, so they greeted me laughing.

— Antonella, dear, what are you doing here this morning? one of the boys asked. Leandro, a mutual friend.

— Choke Davi, is he here by any chance? I asked, in a sweet tone.

“Yes, it's in his room. Want me to see if he can answer you?

"Not really, if you warn me, I'll choke them both, and you know it, don't you?" I practically yelled at him.

"Calm down, Antonella," he replied, with a laugh.

I walked out of there huffing and started screaming calling Davi a son of a bitch down. I even asked God for forgiveness at that time, for cursing our mother, who was a saint for putting up with us. But David would pay dearly, ah, if he would!

I arrived at his room screaming, I opened the door with everything and I noticed that he got a real fright, which made him sit up quickly.

— Antonella, what are you doing here? - He asked. Is he really asking me this?

"David, I want to know what the hell you put in my bag!" I was already starting to get stressed.

- What are you talking about?

"Don't be silly with me, no," I replied, flustered.

"But I'm not pretending, and another thing, my sister, you're inside a police station," he said, his voice changed now.

— Stop putting a tracker on me, otherwise I'll get married, I'll run away, I don't know! Leave me in peace!

"It's for your safety," he replied calmly.

— My security? For God's sake, David, this is too much.

“Antonella, you don't know what men are like out there.

— David, my son, you think I don't know what a man is, don't you?

“I don't want to hear it.

"Holy shit, Davi, stop trying to control me," I said, noticing that he was all calm.

— No, no, Antonella, you know very well that I have to take care of you.

—David, I'm of age and vaccinated, and I don't want anyone on my feet trying to control me—now I was about to explode.

— Antonella, don't come, I won't let you go to that place!

“I'll say it for the last time: I'm of legal age,” he said for the last time before I flew at his neck.

"What were you doing there?"

“I was enjoying myself, as any normal woman would be, in case some ogre son of a bitch… No, I can't curse our mother,” I replied.

— Do I get in the way? I heard a hoarse voice. Holy shit, that voice got me all excited.

"I'm sorry, Diogo," Davi replied, a little embarrassed.

And I was curious wanting to know whose wonderful voice it was. I turned around and thought: I'm going to swear again, goddamn it, this man is really horny.

"No problem, is everything OK here?" asked the owner of the sexy voice.

“I'm sorry I'm yelling here at the station, sir,” I apologized, already turned on just hearing his voice.

— Pleasure, Diogo Venturini Nogueira — he introduced himself, extending his hand to greet me.

— Pleasure, Antonella Hauffen. I'm the sister of the idiot next door,” I replied, joking, to mask my excitement, and I heard David groan.

"Antonella, Diogo is the deputy," replied Davi, looking at both of us.

— I'm sorry, doctor, can I call you that, or something else? I asked. Wow, what is this delegate, my Father? From the clothes he was wearing, he was very muscular and sexy as fuck. I noticed that the hot deputy was distracted and called him again. —Doctor Diogo — hm, a sinful thought occurred to me, the two of us in bed, hello, this man must be good in bed.

"I'm sorry, you can call me Diogo anyway," he replied.

“You can call me Antonella. Well, I'm sorry I have to leave, but I have to get back to where I was.” I did it on purpose, to tease my brother, even though I didn't go back to the strip club. That would leave David with the flea behind his ear.

"I'm sorry, what place would that be?" – he asked me, curious, and, as I like to tease Davi, I opened a sexy smile and replied, looking at that beautiful specimen:

"Oh, I was at a strip club," I said, and walked away, leaving them both, of course, surprised. I went back to the car.

- How was it? Rachel asked me. I was a little melted because of that man.

“David is a beast. Let's see if he leaves me alone now,” I replied, and told her about the deputy.

"Nella, did you like him?"

“What woman wouldn't like that man?!

“Um, Nella is in love.” Raquel made a gesture with her fingers, drawing a heart.

“Beast,” I replied, laughing.

— My house or yours?

- Your. Shall we order pizza?

— Come on, but what about your diet?

"For now, forgotten," I replied, laughing.

I want to lose weight for health reasons, not aesthetics, although I was fine the way I was. I love myself this way.

“Then to my house. And tell me more, how is this delegate?

“Simply the hottest thing I've ever seen,” I replied, still remembering my deputy.