by Mari Sillva
-Thank you for forgiving me, Blade, I promise I will not lie to you again. - Jesse wrapped his arms around the lover's neck, placing chaste kisses all over Blade's face.
-And that you'll never wear that dress again? - Only for me, if you want to do an erotic dance, it would be a good idea. - He made a joke again. He even tried to smile, but his facial muscles were too tense to make sincere one.
-What an ugly thing to want everything for you, you have to learn how to share, don´t you know. - - Jesse joked, caressing his arm without believing that it was true.
Blade had truly forgiven her. If I'd known that would be his reaction, I would have told him before. He hated lies, but much more the chance of being hated by him.
-Not what's mine, I'm selfish! - He said in a dark, scary voice.
-If it´s about you I am selfish too, big Tiger! -It was the first time Blade had ever seen her serious, she was charming that way.
Jesse tried to get out of his lap, but he did allowed, pinning both hands firmly on her thighs. So I was not the only possessive there, she was also jealous of me.
-Sara only kissed me because you allowed, next time do something when another woman wants to get her claws on what's yours. If it were me, I would have blown the guy out before he thought about touching my girl.
- Your girl? - Jesse asked in an irresistible erotic combination of blushing and naivety.
-I want it to, but first, we need to talk. - I'm not a good match, Jesse. I like to kill people cowardly. It amuses me, it gives me pleasure, -he said naturally, his face calm. -I've done bad things that you can even imagine, and I do not regret anything. - My life is perfect the way it is, do not think I'm going to become a saint from day to night, because it will not happen. We are born on opposite sides. We can even try to make it work, but it will be almost impossible. Aside from being much older, you are little older than my younger brother. Anyway, I want to try, but if it's too much for you and you want to get out, I understand. She listened carefully to everything Blade was saying.
-You will not get rid of me that fast, Blade Maldonado. - You got a cross for a lifetime. She laughed hotly, was as happy as she had ever been.
-There's one more thing, the most important of all.
Blade looked deep into her eyes, after all, that would be the only barrier that could separate them. There was a certain tension in the air, a decisive moment. He took a deep breath and began to speak, not taking his eyes off her.
-I swore I'd never had children, Jesse. I want Maldonado's bad blood to die with me, locked in hell. He was hard with words, so she could understand clearly.
Jesse was silent for a while, seconds that seemed like an eternity to Blade. He knew her dream was to be a mother, so he prepared for the worst.
-I do not want any children if you are not the father. It will be only you and me against the world. - Jesse was sincere, but with a sad smile on her lips.
-I never imagined that one day I would have a girl of my own, but I thought that if I had, she would have to be ninety-nine percent demon and one-third angel, not the other way around.
-I'm not that holy, Blade, I've had impure thoughts with a teenage man and it was not just once. -Blade's eyes widened in amazement at the revelation. The muscles of the body involuntarily contracted.
- Who the fuck is that? - He asked nervously, the poor fellow had a chance to be under seven feet still that day.
- Antonio Banderas as Zorro, I've always liked older men. - She blushed.
-Stop it, - he ordered in a low voice.
- Sorry. - Jesse lowered his head, like an obedient submissive.
-If you knew what was going on in my head now...- he bit the curve of Jesse's neck, his hands reaching up to her thigh, finding the fabric of her white lace panties. He moaned at the thought of her wetness longing to be touched more intimately.
-It's going to happen all you're thinking and a little more, but not here, not now. - An idea came to her mind at the speed of light. She wanted to give him something he'd never had before. - Let's go somewhere, just trust me. - She jumped up, standing before him. She was looking like a doll with the skirt of her dress all around, her ruffled curls falling gracefully over her face.
-How did you learn to walk on that shoes so fast?- Sara is good teacher, but she does not do any miracles, -Blade asked, looking at her suspiciously, watching her balance perfectly over the handsome, beautiful fifteen-red-blooded heels wich now had seen a few transparent pebbles from above, a luxury his eyebrow quirked inquisitively.
-Just because I do not use does not mean I do not know how to use it. -She winked at him, smiling magnificently at him.
- OK! But I think we'd better go at this place another day. We have to delivery the tape recorder to the staff and try to extract as many clues as possible from Matteo Castelli's wich is the focus of the mission, remember? Do not waste time strolling around, I doubt you can take me anywhere that I enjoy. The old Blade had come back again.
-Just hold my hand, come with me, on the way I'll explain. The basis of a relationship is trust.
She knew that a good soldier follow the mission without blinking, and that she still had to tell Blade where she had been all this time and how had been the tense conversation with her father who had been threatened by her own daughter, who had faced him for the first time defending what she thought was right, especially the man she loved. But for now, she just wanted to live a night without rules, one night for them.
- You pay the bill today. - The most unusual couple of the moment went hand in hand for a night that promised great emotions and eternal pleasures.
Chapter 21
Jesse had been trying to convince Blade to let her driver his car to where she wanted to take him. If it was any other vehicle in his collection, he would even allowed, but the Impala was the Impala, there was no need to say anything else. He would not let anyone drive it. Now there were two stubborn ones fighting again , and they just have made up.
-So you said you want to try to make it work? - Great! I wanted to take you to see a place, but if you want to ruin the surprise, fine. I'll tell you the address, it's just over forty minutes from here. Blade looked at that tiny creature in front of him, wondering if leaving her alive had really been a good idea for his psychological well-being. Only it was too late to go back with his word, unfortunately.
-You should work with sales, you know. You are really good at persuading people. I almost cried now, -Maldonado joked, passing her with an ugly face.
He opened the door of the vehicle brutally, and, entering, sat down with the posture upright and elegant in the hitchhiker's seat.
-Thank you, Blade, you're really cool! - Jesse snorted happily, knowing she was going to run a legitimate Impala.
At each turn, Jesse's heart jumped into her chest for fear of doing some stupidity, killing them at the next corner or whatever. Blade, on the other hand, did not say anything it was the same as when he got into the car: arms crossed and sulking. But she did not think about anything either, she just kept silent, always looking forward to an ineligible expression. Out of the corner of her eye, Jesse saw the thug found the moon in the sky that was full and bright. He could be even more beautiful with the light of her reflecting on his face, the form of sin in flesh and blood.
-Could you really hear me through the moon? - His thick, sexy voice echoed inside the car.
Jesse froze, her hands shaking with the steering wheel. Blade did not realize how much his question had made the young woman nervous, he was too distracted with her head turned out of the window, tilted a little up, dating the beauty of the night sky.
-So you remember the night you got sick and sleep together? - I was so afraid you'd die that day, -she said thoughtfully.
-Every word and detail. He turned his face to look at Jesse deep in the eye.
- Me too. - Jesse blushed as she remembered that they slept glued to each other, naked, like a passionate couple after spending the night making love.
-Thank you, - Blade exclaimed, astonished her. He did not usually be nice to her or to anyone.
- What for? -Jesse was trying to faithfully keep her attention on the road, but with his eyes burning over her it was a bit difficult to keep control of her body, imagine a whole vehicle.
-For saving my life three times. - Blade's voice came out low, but firm.
-Three? - Jesse remembered only two, the first when he almost killed his partner by firing at his hand, his gun pointed at Blade, and the second at night when he fell ill.
- Yes! The third was when you appeared in my life, I was dead before you arrived, -Blade said sincerely with blue eyes shining as two precious sapphires in the moonlight fascinating. -Jesse Carter was already completely in love.
-Actually, it was you who saved my life, Blade, believing in myself knowing that I am a failure in everything I do.
It took the young woman to blink several times to contain her tears it was good to know that she was not alone in the world now. It was as if one completed the other in the right measure. However, how could a cruel bandit's relationship with a police officer work? It was like wanting to join a demon with an angel, something virtually impossible.
-About to your question, yes, I spoke to you through the moon. It was like the wind, I could not see you, but I could feel you. - Jesse's voice came out sensitive, with a faint trace of crying.
-It's good to know I was not crazy, my angel really always existed. -She could feel the passionate heart melting inside her chest. Blade Maldonado was just the same, irresistible.
-I like it when you call me that, angel. -She blushed a little but enough for Blade to notice his embarrassment, nothing went unnoticed in his eyes.
-Your smell is still on my rug until today, every time I go to my hiding place that's the only place I can sleep in front of the fireplace, but the heat of it is nothing compared to your body, - he revealed unabashedly to look at it.
They passed the rest of the way without exchanging a word, silence said everything. A few miles ahead they came to the place where Jesse wanted him to meet, in fact, the only place she really felt at home, loved.
- What place is this? - Asked the bandit, somewhat curious.
The Impala parked in front of an old, large but old wooden house, painted in white-toned, pulling in a cheap beige tone. Around it was a well-tended garden with several toys made of wood, like swing wheel-wheel among others.
-This is where I always come when I want to hide from the world or when I am hurt by some idiot. You're not the only one here who has a hiding place, Tiger, -she teased him.
-Stop calling me that, - she mumbled, a sour face on her face, looking like a spoiled brat.
-You do not seem to care when Sara calls you Tiger, does not she? Ah! I forgotyou have a strong connection that comes from many years. - Blade hated when Jesse was ironic with him, really that sort of thing did not fit her.
-We really have! And that's none of your business it's my business and Sara's business.
Jesse stared at him for a few seconds. Turning her gaze away, hurt by being mistreated for the thousandth time, Blade could not converse civilly with anyone, he lost her temper easily.
-Maybe it was not a good idea to bring you here, you can leave if you want. Of course, you did not want to come, I kept insisting. You can go your way, Blade, good night! -She got out of the car, slamming the door, walking fast with watery eyes, but she did not cry. Not even when he heard the engine of the car accelerating, Blade was leaving, maybe forever.
-Swallow the weeping, -Jesse, they do not deserve to see you like this.
Jesse was able to restrain himself Blade was literally able to take her to heaven and hell at the speed of light. He took a deep breath in front of the old wooden door and held the doorknob that had a broken side he would remember later buying a new one. As she opened the scent of butter-popped popcorn into her nostrils and the warmth of the place she loved most in the world softened her pain, as the sun appeared after a rainy day. She made as little noise as possible, seems to be in a minefield.
-Surprise! - Jesse shouted excitedly as she reached the room. She did not want to cry anymore, it was incredible how that place had the capacity to heal any pain of whatever size. That's why he wanted to bring Blade there, but he was too ignorant to let anyone do something good for him.
- Auntie Jesse! - Angry Nun's children who were born with the HIV virus screamed in unison were completely in love with the researcher.
At present, the number of sheltered in the place was of twenty children, all very well cared for with much love and affection by the volunteers of the place. Jesse was very proud to be one of those responsible for helping to keep the place open, each month he would personally give half of his salary, and if he could, he would donate.
-Goodnight My Loves! - He kissed her face one by one, fondly.
It was Saturday night, the day they stayed up late, not long, for Sister Florence's storytelling session, the shelter's director. They ate popcorn and played games at will.
-It's good of you to come, my dear, for a minute I would not get the beginning of the story. - Sister Florence came into the room, holding little Alice for only ten months on her lap and a huge smile on her face.
-I thought you could not come, sister, but here I am.
Jesse hugged the nun, placing a kiss on Alice's face that lived with her face closed, could not go on the lap of anyone besides Sister Florence and did not lay down her pacifier at all, just to suck. The nun, sensitive as she was, realized that the investigator was not well. One person when he really likes the other knows when he is sad.
-And who is your friend? - Asked the Nun looking at someone behind Jesse, the girl froze.
After taking the reason, he looked back and there was Blade, handsome as always with his hands in the pockets of his jeans, totally awkward. But the sour face remained the same, but what mattered was that he had not left.
-Is he your boyfriend, Aunt? - Asked Thomas, a seven-year-old redheaded boy with orange sardines.
The boy wore white pajamas with carts on his feet, socks with kitten ears. His mother was an eighteen-year-old girl who died shortly after giving birth to her. No one knew who the father was because he was born with the AIDS virus. No one in the family wanted to keep the poor child, so they gave him a baby to Sister Florence.
-Stop being nosy, Thomas, that's ugly. Leave our visit in peace and sit in your place, my love, in a little while I will begin to tell the story today. -Sister saved Jesse she had no answer to the boy's question.
-I'm sorry I brought anyone without warning, sister, but I wanted him to know the place I love most in the world. That makes me feel at home, protected.
Blade looked around her, seeing a bunch of clunky kids all talking at once, a messy house with toys scattered all the way up to the ceiling. Outside it looked like a rainbow of so many colors it had. An exaggeration, he thought, unable to hear his own thoughts in the midst of that mess. What does she see so incredible in this place? I do not know hell, but it must be better than this place full of little monsters talking nonstop.
Blade was horrified! If I did not want to have a child before, now much less, not in a million years she just did not run away without looking back over Jesse. Especially when I saw a picture of Jesus hanging on the wall, looking at him as if he were judging him for daring to step on holy ground. To tell the truth, Blade did not understand what her intention was to bring him there, it was clear she would hate right away.
-Welcome to our home, my son, everyone here is welcome. Just like God who only loves his children regardless of anything, we judge no one.
Sister Florence put her hand on his shoulder, looking at him as if she could read his thoughts. She was a lady of more than eighty, wrinkled skin full of marks showing the experience and wisdom she had.
-Thank you, - he said only suspiciously, staring at the woman in her usual black habit clutching her feet to the last strand of hair, the collar was whi
te, and over it, the chain hung a crucifix.
- Thank you, my dear! We do not have many visitors here, they call our children like demons just because they were born with the HIV virus they say they have the "bad blood."
At that moment, Blade was shot in the middle of the chest, hitting his heart full, the pain was the same. Consequently, he looked around again, but with other eyes. Then he found himself in those children, but unlike him, they had each other and someone who loved them. He had none of it, had to turn himself. They were happy even though they had several reasons to be sad, and strangely they smiled the whole time. The house seemed no longer a mess, but rather a well-equipped hiding place for those not accepted by the world. Now I understood why she brought me here, to show that there were others like me. But they smiled despite everything, despite the pain.
-Now settle down where you feel most comfortable because I'm going to tell you a beautiful story that fits perfectly today. Could you hold it for me, dear I think she liked you? Sister Florence practically threw the child into Blade's lap, who held her in disgust as she leaned against him.
Little Alice stopped sucking on the pink pacifier staring at the thug. Blade's charm, it turns out, worked for the opposite sex regardless of age. It was then that she smiled at him, holding out her hand to touch his face.
-I think she liked you, she does not like any lap other than Sister Florence's, - Jesse commented with a smile, Blade was very relieved to know that she was no longer upset that he had been a complete idiot for the thousandth time. -Hold her straight because you can drop her on the floor, we do not want this, do not you, Alice? - She caressed the little girl's face, adjusting it in the correct way Maldonado's lap.
-You take it, I do not like children! - He tried to hand Alice over to Jesse, but the little girl wrapped her fat little arms around his neck, laying her head on his shoulder. Sucking on a pacifier, blinking slowly, sleepy without much choice, he sat with her clinging to him beside the investigator on the dark green couch to hear the nun tell the story.
