Episode 4

I glance at my watch; it's almost 9 a.m. We're already on our way to my private jet, as the flight from Canada to Brazil is 13 hours. We'll arrive in Brazil around 10 p.m., almost 11 p.m. I tell Guto to call Morte and let him know we'll arrive around that time. He's to warn the guys at the gate not to stop me. If they do, they'll die. Guto says okay, that he only needs to tell them the car's make and model. I agree. After a few minutes, we're entering my airport—yes, I have an airport. I board the jet, and soon after, we take off. I take care of a few things on my laptop and then decide to get some rest, as my morning was intense. I was with several women, so I didn't sleep. I lie down in my room, which I had built inside the plane, and I sleep. I sleep practically the whole afternoon; I didn't even eat anything.

When it's 10 p.m., we arrive in Rio. I get off the jet, and there's already a car waiting for me, a Bugatti Chiron. After Guto and I get in the car, we head straight for Rocinha because I want to take care of everything today since I want to go back to my country tomorrow. As we pass through the entrance of Rocinha and go up the hill, I start looking around to see what the place is like. Suddenly, I come across the most beautiful thing in the world. Dressed in a large shirt that reaches mid-thigh, he has a beautiful body and is all delicate. So, I decide to stop near him and ask where Morte lives. As I stop the car and roll down the window, a breeze passes, and I smell him. What a delicious smell! But at the same time, I close my face and ask,

"Good evening, can you tell me where Morte lives?"

When he opens his mouth to speak, his voice is sweet and beautiful, like an angel.

"He lives two houses after mine," says Benjamin.

I thank him and leave. As I move away from him, I realize I was thinking crazy thoughts, finding a man attractive. I must be going crazy. I decide to push those thoughts aside when Guto speaks.

"What a beautiful thing! I want him for myself," says Guto.

"You want a punch, that's what you want! Pay attention to why we're here!" I reply.

"Wow, the way you're talking, it seems like you're jealous," Guto says.

"Me, jealous of a man? Don't make me laugh. We're here," I say.

We get out of the car, and Morte is already waiting for us at his front gate. We go in and get straight to business. After almost three hours of talking and negotiating, we close the deal. I spend the entire conversation thinking about that boy. How could a man like me be thinking about a kid like that? Just thinking about it makes me want to vomit. I'm pulled out of my thoughts again.

"Let's go to the hotel; tomorrow, we're going back to Canada," says Guto.

"Let's go, but first, Morte, what's the name of the boy who lives two houses down?" I ask.

"You must be talking about Ben," says Morte.

"Ben? I want his name, not his nickname," I say coldly.

"Benjamin, that's his name," replies Morte.

"Benjamin what?" I ask.

"Why so many questions about him? Did he do something to you?" asks Morte.

Guto looks at me and realizes I'm getting nervous, so he decides to intervene.

"He's the one who showed us where you live. We just want to thank him," Guto explains.

"Don't worry, I'll thank him tomorrow," Morte says.

"I want his last name, or the deal is off," I say.

Morte sees no other option than to give me his last name. These deals would significantly improve his income. He would earn a lot from this.

"His name is Benjamin Oliveira," Morte says.

I look at him and leave the house without a word of thanks. Once in the car, I turn to Guto and say, "I want to know everything about him in 30 minutes."

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