by Mari Sillva
-There's no newcomer here, Li, let's go in and get what we want. If we need to, we'll kill everyone, and that's all for me, -said Blade, with the superior air he always had.
It was extraordinary, inside a Dolce Gabbana suit all black, very elegant. Perfectly aligned with his muscles, the thin fabric should have cost a fortune. But it was worth investing because it was divine as if it had been made especially for him. A shirt with a French cuff and a pure silk tie completed her dress. He wore pointy and shiny social shoes his now somewhat complacent hair was neatly tidy with gel all pulled back. What most attracted attention was the white mask covering only one beautiful side of the face charmingly leaving the beauty of the other exposed in fact, her thin lips were reddish, slightly moistened, and her eyes were even more grayish with some blue spots. Certainly was the best version of the Phantom of the Opera, more beautiful and mysterious than any other.
-When I want something, it's mine, regardless of the consequences, - he added wickedly, it was hard to want something, but when he wanted to, nothing prevented him from having it.
- You fucked up! - Xing mocked at Blade, making Julius cry with laughter, not caring about the ugly face he was doing elegantly sitting on a bench on the left side of the van wall, close to Salvatore. His posture was erect, his legs crossed like a count of blue blood.
- What is "Fuck”? I've never heard that word before, -Stephen said confusedly, - people's slang words did not exist in a cult vocabulary like his, did not even know that this type of dialect existed.
Li took a deep breath not to lose the remaining patience he had with his partner, who found it odd at times.
-I only have crazy friends, all friends. - Julius was still laughing.
-I'm nobody's friend. - Blade's voice killed the Mexican's laugh he knew he was thick when he wanted to.
-If it was not, I would not be here. - The mountain of muscles also knew how to be sure in words, the impact on Blade was deep. But he did not let it show, he was not the type to show his emotions.
-Why do not you kill her soon, Estevão? - I would have done it in his place a long time ago, but not before pulling out all the members of it. -He changed the subject, it was always the way he did when he felt trapped.
- I also think! - Get a shot in the face of this heartless bitch and you'll be happy, man, if she keeps you from moving on, you should cut the evil down the road. -That was the kindest way Li could find to tell his friend that the past should stay in his place, dead and buried. There is no point in wanting to fly if your wings are attached to things that do not add to anything.
Esteban stared sadly at the floor, his fine hands with his nails painted very well in the black.
-But we're not going to make you do anything, if you want to sort things out like that, it's your problem! - Blade's voice seemed calm, but without patience as usual.
It had been two bloody weeks since Blade could not sleep, the scent of the cop was everywhere in her hiding place, especially in the bedroom. On that day, when he arrived tired at home totally frustrated by the conversation with Bobbi, he took off his shirt and boots collapsing on the bed. He lay on his belly and stared up at the ceiling, thinking of a certainly lost angel who had passed through his path full of sins. A thousand things populated his mind against his will, but they were there. He could not stand her that was a fact she was innocent and too fragile but at the same time courageous and fearless, pure heart and kind soul. She looked at him as if she were not a monster, nor was she afraid of him. It irritated him greatly. He thought she was strange, clumsy and dumb she simply wanted the young woman far from him. Blade did not have the patience for mediocrity. She was detestable, but why, when she closed her eyes, did she see the image of her smiling timidly? That did not make sense.
Maldonado liked beautiful women, full of attitude, well dressed, who wore heels, unscrupulous in bed. He liked wild, raw sex women who lavished charm wherever they passed, with bodies full of curves and overwhelming beauty. Jesse was totally the opposite of that. Visibly insecure, poorly dressed. She wore her hair as if she had just woken up, to complete her clothes they looked like pajamas so wide, ugly and poor. And that innocent way was what annoyed Blade the most, he wanted to scream at her every time he opened his mouth in that sweet voice of hell. His fleshy lips moved gently, like the vision of sin for him, which he would gladly make. She turned to the side pulling white silk sheet to cover the giant body, the bed was huge. It was a shame to waste so much space with only one person, but the lawless man had already grown accustomed to loneliness, he was just waiting for death to free himself from that promiscuous life of sins and orgies watered with blood, whiskey, and sex. He had already settled for hell since his birth. There was no place in heaven for the Maldonado. So he would never have children, that bad race would die with him. When he was almost asleep, he opened his eyes to see the small tray of breakfast that he had raised early to prepare for her, as he did not know what he liked to taste. Observer as it was, he noticed that the bunch of grapes was intact, so what did she get wrapped up in the old newspaper? He wondered, but not imagining what it might be. A small piece of folded paper leaning against the milk jug caught his attention, stretched out his arm full of tattoos and picked it up. He set some pillows on his back to sit down, carefully reading every word written by the angel.
Thank you so much for the breakfast, everything was delicious. We do not meet anyone in this life by chance each person is a test, a lesson, or a gift. You may even try to hide, but I see you far beyond what you let out. Remember me, if possible; forget, if necessary.
J.C.
He knew he had to forget her, but he knew it was impossible.
Esteban shuddered to imagine the fact of seeing Nayla dying, wanted to see her suffering in life that would be only the beginning of its revenge.
-Not everyone solves things by killing others, Blade. - he tossed his hair back, the length of it was starting to bother him s, he did not usually wear it that big. -Some people are more sensible, you should take everything they have first, to kill them later, - he concluded naturally.
-So we're going to break into this damn thing soon, today's my day to spend the night with Bobbi. - He stood up in his black suit, a simple but sexy way. -I do not want to leave the Mascot waiting I agreed to play chess until it's time for him to sleep.
He took two pistols in a silver case and placed them on his waist, one on each side. As the parade ended, a complete success, the catwalk was dismantled and the chairs removed leaving the hall free for the ball, the lights went out and only the flashes of colored lights took over the dance floor where the guests were dancing excitedly. They used the loud sound to sneak in the back. Li stayed in the van directing them where to go so they would not be discovered. As soon as they reached the main hallway, Stephen headed for the place where the most valuable necklace was protected by a steel coffer, already anxious for it. To Blade and Julius, it was easy to do their part; in less than thirty minutes they had taken what they wanted, the place was weak in safety. Soon they were getting rid of the covers and mingling with the people in the hall, amusing themselves to the sound of the live music that was playing. The parade had even been a success. Julius beckoned to Maldonado as soon as he saw some bouncers whispering, they had probably discovered the robbery.
- Get out of there, now! -The robbery was discovered by the stylist, they are closing the doors of the place. I have not been able to talk to Estevão since entering the main safe, I think he's already left - Li practically yelled through the microphone, causing Maldonado to look at his partner and signal the exit.
Only the Mexican passed by the exit Blade had frozen in place. He could not move a muscle as if a force were holding him by the legs. I knew I had to go, but I just could not. Immediately, a pair of intense gray-eyed eyes darted across the room, immediately taking on a new hue, a blue hyacinth was present, identical to the color of one of the diamonds he had stolen, which he liked the most.
Her skin seeme
d to catch fire, something very strong and totally new. He was taken by surprise, did not expect it thought he would never find the lost angel again. Even more fantasized in that dark way. He did not understand how she could do something that was supposed to look dark and frightening to see so much innocence. An angel hiding behind a black swan costume and sneakers, lost in a hell like that, full of sins, I thought.
Inside the safe, the glitter of the pearl necklace reflected in Salvatore's piercing blue eyes, which was standing on a tripod holding an open glass box. Totally hypnotized looking at the luxury object in his hands that he had just taken from the safe, it was beautiful and beautiful. He was feeling vengeful, but just a little, there was still much to say that he was really satisfied. But for the hour it was enough, it would take a lot of time to destroy it completely. He took the glass lid and replaced it he would have less than five minutes to get out of there before they discovered the robbery.
-Stephen, is that you?
The Englishman was literally breathless at the sound of that sweet voice again, continuing just as he had remembered: kind and gentle. With no strength to move, he continued standing like a stake, totally without action. He would not have the courage to turn and face her, so little answer his question. She did not know how she'd recognized him since she was wearing a hood and her face was covered with a mask. What he did not know was that love is able to remember every detail, gesture or word. She had not forgotten him at any moment, had taken him with her wherever she went, never had room for anyone else, she knew that sooner or later she would find him again, but she never imagined she could be in that situation. He cringed more and more, he thought she might have given up talking to him and ran away for help. After all, at some point her "token" would have to fall, she was alone in a safe with an armed and dangerous thug. That was his hope.
-Please, Stephen, talk to me, I've waited my whole life for this moment.
By now the young woman had watery eyes her tearful voice was proof of that. He was walking down the corridor by chance when he saw the door of the safe, half-open he went in to see what was happening. - Do not hide! I hate it when you do this, look at me when I'm talking to you. She tried to pull his arm but was stopped before he did he turned his eyes glittering with anger.
- Do not touch me! - Stephen burst out in a scary cry that rushed out of his mouth.
When at last he had the courage to turn and look at her, he regretted it. What she saw made her heart stop, her eyes bright and wet, fixed on the necklace that was in her hands.
-I've waited so long for this moment... Surely to laugh at me as your friends did, I have to admit that you were a great actress. - It must have been very difficult for the most popular girl in school, the famous Nayla Borges, to pretend to like the "Edward Scissor hands". Of all of them, you proved to be the worst. He spat the words full of rancor, the muscles of his face tense and teeth clenched with anger. He seemed to want to fly around her neck at any moment, while what she most wanted was to fly into his arms.
Her countenance saddened at the time, she became depressed and had to undergo psychotherapy. Then he gave up, not because he had no more strength to fight, but because he could not bear to suffer anymore from his silence. He wiped the drops that slid down his face like a rainy day, his hands shaking non-stop.
-When I met Bryan by accident at a fashion show, -he ended by saying that as soon as I left, you arranged a beautiful girlfriend and kept talking badly about me to everyone, including her. Now her voice had another feeling: jealousy.
- No more lies! I do not believe in a word that comes out of your mouth, you're worthless! Assume as soon as you joined with your classmates to abuse me as everyone has ever done. I thought you liked me just the way I was and still am. - He turned his back on her, ashamed. -I thought you were different, an angel God had sent to bring light into my dark world. She stared down at the wide back, which before had an erect posture, withered like a flower.
-I always thought you were beautiful, unique to me. -Her voice was sweet, but at the same time fiery.
A mixture of tenderness and passion, Nayla was a confident woman, but Stephen made him feel like a child lost in the dark. she you used to think he was good looking as a teenager, now as a man, you thought you were seeing perfection in person. He was tall, strong and manly, the most beautiful thing in the world in her eyes.
- It caught my attention from the first moment I saw you, there I knew it would be mine! Sooner or later! - He shivered at the words, felt the intensity of them touch his body. -You may even hide from the world, but not from me, - she concluded, has always been very good at words.
-Get away from me, Satan, - he practically screamed, his blue eyes burning, his arm outstretched with his open hand to keep her from approaching him. -You will not tempt me with your lies anymore and go to hell, where you belong. - Nayla was shocked, this was not her Stephen, the first and only love she ever had.
-Would you steal it? - She pointed innocently at the glittering necklace, but it did not even come close to the glint of Esteban's eyes mesmerized by the sight of her so beautiful in front of him.
-Would no, I stoled! - He said coldly, thrusting the necklace into his pocket, accompanied by the girl's beautiful honey-colored eyes.
Estevao thought of how that sweet look had tormented him for years, for a moment regretted the plan, there are things that the more we move the worse they are, the better to make them asleep. Now all hatred was gone, he was vulnerable before the enemy. It was always like this, the human side that was in him only manifested before her.
-Look at me, look, it's me, your Nay, remember? -she called hi, by the nickname she invented at the time of high school. She threatened to try to touch him again.
-Do not you dare!
With a master's skill, he took out both Kid and Jack pistols, the name he gave them when he bought them and pointed them both to her face. Her scary, countenance was not joking. With the scare Nay tripped breaking the heel of one of the crystal shoes, to balance better took the two and threw in any corner of the safe. The Englishman, still guns pointed at her, watched her lower her sensuously to get them out. Inevitably she blushed at the sight of her rounded ass, showing the beautiful thighs. Time had been generous with her.
-Is there a problem there, Miss Borges? - We heard altered voices. Cried two security guards who were walking down the corridor, worried about the stylist.
-It's okay, you can continue your work - said without looking into Salvatore's eyes, would never betray him, a pity he did not know that.
- Why she did it? That was his chance to get away.
He lowered his arms, staring at her in an inexplicable way. Now realizing the fantasy he realized how short it was, too much in his opinion. He fumbled with the volume beginning to form in the middle of his legs he was getting aroused just looking at her. God how beautiful she was, pure and angelic.
- For you! - She answered only by biting her lips, she was nervous with his intense eyes on her.
-Remorse at this point in the championship, Miss Borges? - Nothing you do will erase what you helped to do to me, you lied to me. He uttered the words full of ironies and resentment.
-So that's what you became? - There was a certain melancholy in his voice, deception perhaps. -A cold, heartless thug who happened to come and steal at the party of my parade? - I was so happy after years, but you ruined everything. She looked away from him the pain was too great, almost unbearable.
-Who said it was by accident? - He exclaimed sarcastically, pacing back and forth glancing impatiently at the gold watch.
Nay noticed that the ancient relic was fastening one of the buttons, the chain has drawn into a small pocket. Yes, he wore a pocket watch he was a true Lord in the smallest detail. She also noticed that the cover flew with each step of Salvatore, in an elegant and at the same time sexy. The stylist did not know this side of Estevão, but nevertheless, she was happy to see it waited a long time for this.
-Why Ste
phen? - I just want to know why I resent it, plot against someone who always loves you ... -She could not finish the sentence, the sobbing took over.
He leaned against the steel wall and hid his face with both hands, looking like a frightened child. He almost took a step toward her, but he did not. When the designer finally managed to stop crying and open her eyes, her "prince of darkness" was no longer there, but she should never have left. The only thing he was missing was a foot of his crystal shoes, he scoured everywhere, but he could not find him anywhere. At this point, the object was already far, going to the south side of the city.
Chapter 8
So she was not shy just in front of me...
He watched Jesse like a hawk saw nothing else in that place beyond it. The place was crowded, full of beautiful, well-dressed women, but the delicacy of the young woman stood out in front of them all. Mozart was an ample and sophisticated place, located in the most well-known neighborhood of Los Angeles. Adorned with large curtains scattered across the walls and flower pots everywhere, where millionaires, and especially Hollywood stars, used to hold their gala parties. Yet it was a place that did not fit with Carter, ostentation was not her style. If it were not for her friend, she would never go to an environment like that she would not even come close.
-Blade, what are you still doing there?- Get out of this place now! - Li shouted in despair.
Maldonado simply took the microphone from his ear and put it in his pocket. He turned his eyes to her again making sure it was not her place. Jesse was all huddled, alone, hiding in a darker corner of the event, where no one could find her at least that's what she thought. Lying on a gold-colored wall next to the bar, entertained like a child for the first time in a circus watching the main show of the night, totally enchanted watching a man dressed in dark pants and dark purple shirt, a bow tie and apron behind from a glass counter balancing three bottles of drinks in the air, dancing to the rhythm of the music he was playing. He was the bartender of the event. What was even more incredible was that from the inside of the bottles came flames of fire in the yellow and orange colors, drawn at the tips to a coppery dark blue. The man turned some of the liquid from each into the crystal glass, handing it over and smiling politely at a well-dressed man in an Italian gray suit, who shook his hand and congratulated him on the small show. His smile grew even larger as he turned to the side and saw an angel dressed in black swan over there cheering and clapping. He gave a charming wink to her side. Act that was not very well seen in the eyes of Maldonado, who clenched the fists tightly, his eyes in two puddles red as fresh blood! She rejoices at such banal things.
