We had set out to buy just a bucket of sand, but we returned with a lot more than that: a tent, three beach chairs, and a cooler to complete the setup. The house in Búzios wasn’t what it used to be. When I first bought it, the beach wasn’t private, but it was quiet, almost serene. Now, it felt like every lowlife in town had decided to crash the scene, making the place a hub of chaos.
But this house is a gem. Selling it is out of the question. Still, I’m not blind to the risks. Elijah is too young to be exposed to this mess, and Valerie… well, she’s the most stunning woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. Denying what’s mine isn’t an option. You know how that goes, the kind of trouble it brings. I can’t afford to go back to prison; I’ve got too much to handle out here, too much to live for.
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