by Mari Sillva
- Son of the bitch! The guy is good even I want to go to bed with him now, -Li joked, making Julius and Sara laugh as my hatred only increased. I felt like a caged lion.
-The mission is over, Jesse, get out of here now. You're not going anywhere with this guy. If I do not go out I'll go inside and get you. -I was not joking I did not give a damn! - He just wanted to get her away from this man and anyone else who tried to get close to her.
-And what is waiting for me to take me to this most intimate place? I can´t wait to be in your arms, the day tomorrow promises, - she said as a party bitch, a cheap prostitute. I was so angry, crazy to shoot anyone.
-Do not fuck with me, I told you to leave now! - The bastard girl did not even give me a shit, she pretended to touch her hair and pulled the microphone from her ear, tossing it discreetly into her purse.
- I'm going to kill them both! And who gets in my way too. - I broke the monitor screen with a punch over the image of the two leaving the hall hand in hand exchanging glances of complicity and heading towards the corridor, sure to get the first elevator to the roof where the cabins were for VIP customers take their lovers. No one dared try to hold me this time, not even Julius. I walked through the front door of the Casino with a pistol in each hand, I stepped into the elevator snorting with rage, it seemed like it was fading away in slow motion. At one point, a couple of very well-dressed old men entered certainly old lovers of games. You wore an Italian suit and black hat, sporting a pure gold walking stick. His wife wore a genuine leather jacket, filled with expensive jewels, with gray hair in a shoulder-length cut.
-Does your mother know you're having these kinds of things, son? Weapons are dangerous, they destroy both the victim and the wearer, -he said as the elevator began to move, not at all intimidated to be trapped inside a steel box with an armed man.
-It was actually her gift on my ten-year birthday, - I replied, looking straight ahead. He did not have much patience at the moment. The piano playing music was not helping much, so I shot the sound box in the elevator.
-If you did not, I would have, I hate those kitschy songs. Did you see that your hand is bleeding, dear? Let me fix it holds it for a moment love.
The lady took the gun from my hand and handed it to her husband, nor did I realize that I had hurt when I hit the monitor screen. She took a handkerchief from around her neck and wrapped it around my hand, lovingly.
-Are not you go to say the magic word? - Asked the lady, I thought I was joking, but I was not. He was looking at me with his ugly face, for a moment I thought he would pull my ear.
-Thanks! -I replied only against my will. The elevator door opened, and they walked away with smiling arms, that all joy was not normal.
It was in front of the main suite door, ready to burst and burst into the room, when the door opened and Jesse walked past me, calmly, pretending he was not seeing me. I took her arm and threw her into a suite next door. She was going to have to explain to me exactly what had happened between the two in that damn room.
- What do you want? I'm in a hurry. - She spat, glaring at me like I was the wrong one in the story, cynical.
-What happened between the two of you in that suite? - Did he let you touch him, delivered his virginity to him? If she was a virgin herself, because the way I saw you behaving a cheap prostitute today, I do not know anything else. -I was so angry, I just wanted to hurt you the way you were hurt.
- Shut up never talk to me like that again! -He slapped me in the face with pleasure.
-Do you want to die, girl? - No woman ever dared to beat a Maldonado's face, she should punish you for it. My eyes sparkled with anger, and she did not back away from me for a minute with a steady nose.
- Glad to be the first. -She faced me like a wild ounce.
-Where do you think you're going with that? Were you trying to get my attention, make a scene? - I screamed so loudly, and she shrunk so much that for a moment I thought she would be on the floor to escape me. She trembled with fear.
-No, you asshole!- I did it because I'm an idiot, as always thinking of others before me. I got a lot of information from Matteo's henchman he dropped everything on the boss after I christened his drink. It's all recorded on the tape recorder inside my bag, the best of it all is that he'll just wake up tomorrow and not remember anything. At that moment I was forced to release her, I had to stay away to keep her safe from me, the way I was nervous I could do something against her physical security.
-Do not abuse my self-control, investigator I must warn you that I have never been very good at controlling my anger. So do not play with my patients again or the worst happens to you. -I tried to keep quiet on the outside, but inside my blood caught fire.
-I swear I do not understand you, why are you so nervous? - I got what you wanted, did not I? So stop making drama and let me go celebrate the success of the mission with the staff. She spun her body quickly, making the skirt of the dress spin. God! Up close, it seemed shorter still, it was practically naked.
- It was lucky, damn it! - I yelled, and if she opened her mouth again she would be able to really twist her neck.
-Because I'm not as pretty and attractive as Sara, am I? - I do not have big boobs or a big ass. I'm just a normal girl. Sorry to warn you that times have changed Blade, beauty attracts, but it is the content that conquers. Jesse lowered her head, avoiding my eyes that were surely shining with hatred in the darkness.
-You're dumber than I thought! - Childish and spoiled.
I did not think of her for the plan, not because you were not capable or pretty enough, but because I did not want any man touching or looking at what is mine.
- Thank Goodness you're not the only man in the world, there are many others out there who find this fool here very interesting. She was eager to die, the only explanation!
-I know you're talking about the bartender, is he the one you want? - My voice came out sharply, I do not know if I was ready to hear her answer.
Jesse fumbled the ring on his finger from side to side, a simple but very exciting movement.
-Answer me, damn it, - I ordered, punching the wall. She paced like a caged beast.
-Miche is a good boy, - she said simply. I hate her intimate way of calling him by his nickname.
- And what else? -Since she had begun to speak, she could say it all at once.
-And nothing else, Blade, my personal life is none of your business, - she said, bratty, her hands cupping her waist.
If he had not been so annoyed with her, he would have kissed her then. She was even more attractive when she was nervous, a temptation.
-It did not seem like much when I saw you walking hand in hand with the photo exhibit in the park like two passionate lovebirds. It did not look like anything to me when he tried to kiss you and closed the eyes to receive the kiss and, of course, his name is Michelangelo and not "Miche".
-I swear I tried, Blade, but you do nothing but oppress me and lower me whenever you can. You cruelly rude to me, I've been so humiliated in my life by so many people, but that's over. No regrets, let's shake hands like two civilized people and each one goes his way. -Her coldness startled me a lot.
- How came each one go each way? You've forgotten everything that happened between us in Tijuana, because I did not forget.
I was panicking. What if she meant it? I was sure that I hated that woman with all my strength, especially the effect of her presence on me, even her voice irritated me. At the same time, I wanted her crazily! She had the power to make my pain disappear and brought light to my darkest days. She made me silly just to look at her, bewitched, that was the right word.
-Of course, I did not, Blade. But what happened in Tijuana is in Tijuana. I'm just an acquaintance here who´re helping you, in this case, is not it, big Tiger? -She threw the words in my face, certainly that Jesse in front of me was not the same a few days ago. She was different, very reliant.
-If you want it that way, investigator. - I will never be the charming prince and
you deserve to be with someone who I will send letters and fill you with flowers. I never wanted to feel the kind of pain I was feeling, it was like dying. She had completely destroyed me.
-I do not aim to be venerated, just loved. It does not have to be perfect, just really. - He stared at me.
How had I not noticed before that her mouth was so attractive with a shy sensual smile that promised a mixture of pleasure?
-You look like an angel fallen from the sky who came to cursed me, to destroy me. I wish I could not say what I felt for her. I should avoid her at all costs. - But I just could not, it was stronger me.
-Angels are usually described as blond and light-eyed, I've never heard of any black angel, - she corrected.
-I stand before one now.
I narrowed the distance between us, another inch and the hard muscles of my chest would be against the softness of her breasts, which were already stiff. She was excited, just like me. At that moment I forgot everything, it was just me and her. When I figure that out, I had it pressed against the wall, lifting it off the floor. One cupped hand on her buttocks and the other pressed her to the base of the spine, next to me. She could feel the erection of my cock brushing her crazy with raw, violent sex for extreme pleasure. Her legs hooked around my waist, wanted to send everything to hell and make her mine right there. Then I slid my tongue into her mouth, exploring all space. Jesse's arms wrapped around my neck thrusting her hands between my hair increasingly sensitive breasts pressing on me practically begging to be touched at every moment the kiss became more demanding, needy.
I was not sure how long we'd kissed, maybe hours, maybe, the time had stopped.
- Jesse! -Her name left my lips like a whisper, a soft moan.
-I hear you, my dear! -Her lips were red and swollen, probably mine too.
-I know that I'll never be the man you deserve. I was born to be a villain. I like what I do and do not intend to quit, but I can try to improve myself for you if you want, what do you think of the idea of being my angel forever? - She hugged me tightly and started to cry as if saying goodbye.
-I'll miss you so much I hope one day you can stop hating me. - She smoothed my wet face.
-I do not understand, little one, no matter how angry I might ever be able to hate you. Where have you been all those days? I was so worried, I missed you so much. A few more days and I would die. Promise not to frighten me like this anymore. - I pressed my forehead against hers.
-It took me some time to get courage to tell you a secret, there's something yours that's with me. - She was crying more and more, I was starting to get really scared.
"Please, do not cry, angel," I begged, I could not bear to see her suffering like that.
-I'm not an angel Blade I'm actually more of the devil's daughter. She slid from my arms to the ground, her shoulders bowed as if she were carrying the weight of the world on her.
-Speak right now, sheet! - I burst out, she was making me nervous.
-You never wondered why I never told you my full name. - She slipped her hand into her purse and took out a package just like what I saw with her father. -I am the daughter of the man who stole this from your family. Blade, my father caught it in the day he participated the ambush. My name is Jesse Carter I carry the surname of a corrupt and murderous cop. I can´t continue lying to the man I love, even if it makes him hate me for the rest of his life, -she added, handing me Colt, an ancient weapon, a relic of the Maldonado family passed from father to son.
The same woman who had made me discover that under such wickedness, inside my chest beat a heart, destroyed it in a way that it would never heal.
Chapter 20
Definitive Talk...
Blade was looking at the Colt in his hands, it was the first time in life that he touched the object, the maximum that came closer to it was in the hands of his father. The weapon was assembled by international unique pieces. In his vast knowledge of arms, he had never seen anything like it, a truly innovative endorsement of art, a blend rustic and delicate contours.
After a detailed looking at the relic, his eyes turned to Jesse, all curled up on the floor, crying compulsively, hiding her face behind her legs like a frightened bunny. It was a lot of information for Blade to sue at that moment, his angel´s father had destroyed his family and even stolen something important to him that thought he was anywhere but in the hands of the woman who made his heart beat stronger, who had made him believe that he could be a better person. But she had lied to him, deceived him. Then a huge rage gripped the bandit. Blood streaming through his veins like a smoking, thick, fervent larva. There were cruel and lethal doubts in his mind. When the evil finds a small entrance to one soul of some minor it already arrives showing service, putting things where it does not have, horns on the horse's head, as the old saying goes. What if she deceived me all this time falling her father's orders, all we lived together was nothing more than a lie, a sweet and charming lie where my angel isnothing but a demon with the face of a saint?
Then, taken by hate, Blade Maldonado held Colt at his waist and walked towards her, still crying non-stop like the sea revolt in the midst of the storm, with firm steps that seemed to pierce the ground at any moment, capable of shooting only with eyes anything daring to cross his path. He was willing to extract the truth out of the devil's daughter, no matter what it cost. Then he would send her to hell, where traitors like Jesse Carter were to dwell for eternity, burning in the blazing fire.
In the middle of the way the bandit stepped on something, it was a mini booklet that probably slipped from the investigator's bag when she took Colt to return it to the real owner. Blade's dark eyes immediately took on the color of hyacinth-blue, the gloomy clouds leaving for a beautiful dawn. Just because of what she had written on the leaves, more than once, in a random way with a beautiful and delicate letter, as well as the owner of it. On the back were several hearts painted with a red pen, they seemed to have been made by a teenager and not a twenty-six-year-old woman: Please do not hate me too much Blade, I love you.
-I could not hate you even if I wanted to, that's impossible, - he said more to him than to her.
Jesse Carter was really a naturally kind person. The young woman stopped crying at the same moment and stared at him with the two cinnamon spheres dancing in a sea of endless waters.
She'd broken Blade's heart in a way that would never have a cure, but every bit of it still desperately needed her, regardless of anything else in the world, or beyond it, maybe, like after death, who knows.
-So you're not going to yell at me? -Swear me or shoot me? Blade looked at her with some guilty for she sawing him as a monster and thought: What had I done to that poor girl always expecting the worst of me.
-If I did not do that when I saw you in that piece of cloth, why would I do it now? - You should ask for your money back because half of the dress must have been in the store. Was she going crazy or was Blade trying to be funny? But it was too serious to make a joke, that sort of thing did not suit him.
-Are you the guy who likes to play with the victim before killing them? Just like cats deal with the poor mice? Know that for me this is the ultimate degree of the evil of a human being. - Jesse's voice was tearful, like a frightened child after she had told her mother that he had readied. Blade let out a macabre laugh amused by her innocence.
-I've been through the last degree of badness long ago, investigator. But I´ll tell you that playing with you today did go through my mind, in many ways.
He looked at the girl's legs, her eyes resting on her thighs longer than necessary. He slowly crawled up her waist, running his tongue over the lips when he saw the tip of one of her breasts swaying inside the side opening of the dress.
- And you would like it very much! -Completely mischievous Blade, full of second, third, and endless intentions. Jesse thanked him for leaning against the wall otherwise she would have run to the floor, melted.
- I did not understand your comment. –Jesse shiny pulled the base
of the side of the dress with the intention of hiding the place where he was looking, pretending inocence.
She had understood very well, Blade though.
- Come here! -Blade sat on the bed and held out her hand to his, an oddly calm expression.
Jesse shook her head denying, remaining exactly in the same place. His reaction was completely different from what she was expecting. She thought about at least a chainsaw massacre or a Jack Matador attack.
-Now, - he ordered, with not so calmly face.
Jesse stood up pacing cautiously and sat down beside the thug on the bed at a safe distance.
- Say it. - Jesse wiggled the ring on her finger, demonstrating how much his presence stirred her. It was like going from heaven to hell in a fraction of a second.
- Sit in here! - Blade clasped his hand in his lap, looking at her in complete embarrassment, not knowing what to do. Not knowing if she should really trust this lull.
A betrayed man knows how to lie very well when he is thirsting for revenge was thinking the investigator. Without patience, he picked she up and put it on his lap, without any kind of gentleness.
- That's better! -He wrapped his arms around her waist, bringing her closer to him.
-Why are not you mad at me? - Jesse asked not looking up at him, her eyes still wet. - Look at me! - did not ordered, just asked gently. I am sorry for lied to you! For my father helped destroying your life, taking away the people you loved. -Jesse almost got lost inside those two blue lagoons eyes, beautiful and mysterious a labyrinth full of mysteries that she would give everything to get lost inside for the rest of your life.
-Your father took from me the only people I ever loved, but on the other hand, he brought me you. His debt is paid to me forever. He drew some curls over Jesse's face that was covering the sight of the charming smile he would see in ... 1, 2, 3 ... And there he was, lighting everything around. Blade was honored to be the reason, would be the right thing to say about the bandit at that moment. I always want to see her smiling like this.
