Jesse flashed his eyes like an arrow toward Blade's, intrigued. She had never seen such expressive eyes in her life. The color was indecipherable, which made them even more attractive. The pure leather boots, serving as a hideout for faded jeans, shaping well-defined legs in gym years, she guessed. White shirt with short sleeves glued to the body, making evident the muscles of giving envy to anyone. Although Carter loathed his beard, Blade seemed to be overwhelmingly beautiful. He was perfect, even more so powerful with two guns of pure gold in hand, giving it tremendous power. But he was also the most serious and distant man he'd ever seen. He could be gorgeous, but everything in him said, "Do not touch me." He was perfect, but "untouchable." Especially for someone as insignificant as her, he would not let her near.

-Release your weapons and get away from her, that perhaps I will not hurt you too much - he threatened with a perverse voice, making the men tremble with fear.

- Good evening to you too, Maldonado!

Jesse's eyes widened in terror as he heard the bar owner speak his last name. He was in front of the last of the Maldonado´s! Yes, she was! The Mafioso men had paid attention to the amount of hundred-dollar bills on his office table, he had known Blade for a long time was a frequent customer, came here to vent his anger quite differently from normal people. He had come to the bar for this, but his plans were ruined when he saw the clunky policeman who had saved his life being dragged to the back of the establishment by two security guards. On another occasion, he would not mind, except that when you owe something, the payment should happen.

-Did you know that little bitch is a cop? - The bar owner asked mockingly.

-I know, - Blade said in a deep, sensuously thick voice.

He arched an eyebrow, averting his gaze at the troubled investigator with those big, dark eyes tearing over him. The girl blushed, but only slightly but enough for him to notice. Jesse took several deep breaths to hold the sea that was forming in her eyes, closed them tightly faithfully believing that when she opened them she would not be in that frightening situation anymore. Her father forbade her from crying, he said it was the stuff of weak people.

-You know and you're still defending her? Your father's bones must be rolling around in the grave of such disgust. This bad race kills our people without thinking twice, you, better than anyone else should know that, Blade.

The investigator once again shuddered to hear Maldonado's nickname, after all, Blade was not his real name. In the world of crime, the children used a nickname chosen by their father and their mother's last name. His father chose this nickname from the main character of his favorite book "Blade the Vampire Hunter" and his last name inherited from his mother, Claulin Maldonado. In the event of an emergency, he could resume life elsewhere using his real name together with his father's surname. Nobody knew anyone's true identity that was a real mystery between them.

-Release her and I'll spare your life!

He gave them one last chance, looking at Jesse discreetly out of the corner of his eye to make sure she was really good. He felt his blood boil as he noticed how embarrassed the young woman was trying to cover up the parts of her body through the tears made by the security guards. Gritting his teeth with hatred, wondering what might have happened if he had not arrived, he began to feel especially angry at her for being so foolish as to come in that dangerous place on her own. It would have been better to shoot myself in the head, die with less suffering.

-You think so, do not you, Blade? If you do not realize we're in five, if you breathe wrong, we'll fill you with shots. If you want, you can stay there watching us have fun with the frightened little mouse, I do not know why, but now I'm even hornier in it yet.

The man pulled Jesse through the hair, wrapping his hands around her waist, turning her back to him, contracting his erection in her butt. Frightened by this she began to cry desperately in such a painful way that Maldonado lost his reason.

-I'll count to five, if you do not let her go, you'll all be dead in the blink of an eye! - He pointed the gun at the head of two of them, one that held Carter in a totally disrespectful way. -One ... - he began, and no one moved. -Two ... - The men began to panic they knew the fame Blade had about his agility with his guns ... -Three!

-She's not even handsome like that, man, hand the girl over to Maldonado, - exclaimed the man of about forty-five, the oldest of them all. He was without a shirt, holding his pants scared to death. He knew full well that he had only two seconds to live if he did not deliver what Blade wanted, he would kill them in the blink of an eye.

- No! She only gets out of here once she's mine I'm going to use her in every possible way! - He laughed macabrely.

From that moment no matter what happened Maldonado would kill him anyway.

- Five! - Blade, eager to get shot in the middle of his forehead, jumped at number four.

- No! Please! -Jesse shouted, opening his arms to stop him from firing. The Outlaw Man shot her with a hard look. Aside from finding her a fool, now she thought she was crazy, too. -I do not want you to kill anyone because of me, I could not live with that, - cried the devastated investigator. Regardless of the circumstances, she would never accept anyone dying to save her life.

- Great! - Blade shrugged and put his guns around his waist. He turned his back and left without a trace of remorse. Now it was no longer his problem.

- stop! I do not want!

Blade froze at the door as soon as he heard the investigator's screams, he had no more command over his own body. His mind wanted to go, but his legs did not move. He drew his guns again, not heard anything else in that room beyond shots and more shots. Jesse had not even heard, had passed out when one of the men tore the rest of her blouse grotesquely leaving her in her bra.

When she woke up a few hours later she was lying on a huge bed covered in a black men's leather jacket with a wonderful scent of the Giorgio Armani perfume, one of the most expensive in the world. She only knew the smell because her friend Nayla won one from Giorgio herself when she designed a collection for the brand, she was crazy when she felt, since she did not like women's perfumes, she thought they were too sweet and too cloying. She inferred her friend until she gifted it to her, and she used it sparingly to save it, after all, never in her life would she have another opportunity to have such a rarity.

She was in a strange room, but very chic the furniture she had noticed were expensive. Perfect! Not the decor, completely neutral and empty. The strangely painted walls of black, however, strategically enhanced the entire constellation painted on the ceiling. Perhaps that was the intention, to give more truth to the painting. Who lay belly up, could sleep sleeping admiring that perfect image of the stars covering the sky like a cloak. But what was beautiful, it was the great view of the bright city of Los Angeles, but far, far below the place where they were. As there were no curtains, the person sleeping in that room should like to lie down and look at that image for hours until they fall asleep. The house was on top of some mountain or something, far from everything. The most interesting were two huge windows instead of one in the living room, which would be normal.

She wondered how confused she had gotten there, had not remembered how it ended up in that place. The first thing she did was to open the button on her pants and see if anything had been taken from her that she was saving to deliver on time, to the right person. She sighed with relief that her purity was still intact there was no sign of rape. she lost all her air when she saw a man sitting on a corner table, his back to her, showing the well-defined muscles, especially the tattered arms Jesse knew very well. The look on his back was as good as the front she noted admiring the beautiful sight. Blade was totally concentrating on cleaning the barrel of his pistol, very carefully passing a small piece of cotton flannel in the piece, giving slight blows inside the barrel to sweep away any kind of gunpowder he had.

- Are you hungry?

Jesse's eyes widened surprise as he knew that she woke up if he had not looked back and was still amused at what he was doing.

- No, thank you! - She answered in a trembling voice, lowering her eyes in shame.

She pulled the jacket up to cover her body, finally learning that she was half-naked in a strange house, trapped in the room of a man armed to the teeth. Except that, at this point, her father would be crazy looking for her and when he found her it would be lost in the hands of the major. His greatest concern was with his mother, Maria Joaquim, the passion of his life woman of fiber who always defended her with a tooth and nail. She never judged her by her choices, supported her even when her actions were not to her liking. Going often against her husband's will, they were fighting over her.

-Do not worry, Jesse!

The investigator never found her name so handsome as at that moment, that thick voice, incredibly attractive, gave a unique version to it. Erotic would be the exact definition.

-Your sister called ten times, sent her a message that you would spend the night at a friend's house, - he explained calmly, visibly without patience.

No one without the surname Maldonado had ever stepped on that house before. He had no idea why he had brought her to his hiding place. And that irritated him deeply, in an absurd way. Without a word, he stood up and walked to the door, lavishing testosterone everywhere. He was a man with a capital M, his virility emanating from the air, the most exciting thing Jesse had ever seen.

-You can clean yourself if you like, - he said before crossing the rough wooden door.

The cop got the message when she saw a towel and a large white shirt, probably his, on the small piece of furniture beside the bed. He had already thought of everything. He waited some time to make sure he had really gone, got what she needed for the shower, and stepped cautiously toward the bathroom, which was actually a suite. Stopped by to watch closely if asked why such a large bathroom? Outside the pile of cosmetic shelves for toiletries of all kinds and brands, a pile of white towels nicely folded and scented, on the sink an aftershave lotion with an addictive woody scent. Plus a spacious tub right in the middle, big enough for two people. For her, the thugs did not even bathe, but this man was exaggerated in the matter of cleaning.

Carter was meeting a side of criminals she did not expect, they were clean and organized, at least the one she knew was. Before opening the transparent glass box, she locked the door. she could not help but hover in her mind the image of him naked beneath that huge shower with the water pouring down on that all-embracing sculptural body. She shook her head to ward off the sinful thoughts, took a cold and quick shower, but enough to wash her hair that was more rebellious than normal. She was feeling dirty, she cried with her eyes closed under the shower, remembering the disgusting man touching her body. When she finished she rushed back to the room, even his shirt is incredibly comfortable and the smell did not even cover half of her ass, so she slipped under the sheet. Thirty minutes later, Blade came back with a tray in his hands on top of it was a plate of grilled fish fillet, at the right spot. On the side two rice paddles garnished with two mint leaves and lastly, broccoli, an exaggerated large analyzed she, a large glass of orange juice. He put it on the girl's lap, and she was shaking. The distance between the two was too small; if she raised her hand she could touch him.

-Thank you for your kindness, but I'm not really hungry! - Jesse barely ate anything, had serious problems with anxiety, which resulted in a loss of appetite.

- Go eat! Even if for that I have to feed you!

He sat on the edge of the bed, giving her a cold look, knowing he was bad when he wanted to, making it clear he was not kidding. Maldonado did not like being annoyed at all.

-You can´t make me do what I do not want! - She stared at him bravely but looked away. And blushing, even with her dark skin, it was more than enough to show that she was embarrassed. She had never seen such beautiful eyes, they were indecipherable and exotic.

- That is what you think! - he replied menacingly, which made Jesse shrink in a frightened way, thinking it best not to bump into him. In total silence, he took the small hand to the tray in order to bring it closer to her, but he stopped her.

- Open your mouth! - he ordered.

Annoyed, she turned her face to the side there was no baby to get food in her mouth. - I may well feed myself, do not need to treat me as an invalid, - she thought nervously.

-I know you can, - he said again as if he could read her thoughts.

Leave the fish in small strips with a pointed dagger that took away she had no idea where. He, instead of using a fork, took a piece at the tip of his fingers and sensually led up to the fleshy mouth. Her chest made more and more rapid movements of up and down. She was visibly nervous. He was too handsome and attracted her overwhelmingly.

-But I'll feed you today! - He brought the piece of fish to the girl's lips, which automatically opened her mouth to receive the food.

The Outlaw Man, felt an electric current flow through his body as he felt the warmth of her breathing as she touched his finger, especially when he touched the underside of Jesse's wet lips. They were warm and soft, a perfect match, when the young woman accidentally sucked his tip- off sexy, he was sure the involuntary moaning of her was evidence of it. Immediately he took his fingers out of her mouth, almost brutishly.

Blade stared at her, feeling something he did not feel like guilt. The girl had cringed, trying to hide as much as she could from under the sheet blinking several times with long eyelashes to keep her eyes from mopping making a beautiful pout crying. It was then that he noticed how fragile the girl was, as delicate as a flower. Her body was so small and thin that it looked as though it might break if he were pressed too tightly. He tried not to look at her breasts lose under his wet shirt because of the water that ran down his long, but dry and fragrant hair. But it was in vain, his eyes seemed to have a life of their own. They were small and firm, totally different the way they liked it. But even then he could not take my eyes off them.

-I will not hurt you, little one! - He stared at her intensely, now his eyes were hyacinth a rustic, hypnotizing blue. It was the first time they'd had that color, the most beautiful thing in the world. "You do not have to hide from me I'm bad just what I want. He continued to look at her in an engaging way, no woman would resist it. -And you're not one of them. - He paused for a moment, the two blue spheres as the sky widened. -At least for now, - he said grimly.

-I'm not afraid of you, - she said so softly that Blade almost did not hear. His voice was soft and extremely sweet.

- Well, you should have! - sounded totally like a threat. "In the Little Red Riding Hood story I'm the Bad Wolf and you know what it does to her, do not you?" Jesse did not know if it was to answer him or if it was a rhetorical question. She had slow thinking, it took her a long time to figure things out, especially people.

- It devours her?! - she decided to reply, wrongly. But it was too late to correct, as always, had already talked too much.

- Slowly!!! -He answered maliciously. He took his thumb into his own mouth to wipe away the rest of the fish that remained in it, not taking his eyes off her. The air was tense, the silence prevailing in that room. To lighten the heavy air a little, Jesse decided to try some kind of dialogue, strange as it was.

-Did you kill those bad men? - Asked a frightened child. She could see the guilt forming in droplets into his beautiful dark eyes and it bothered him greatly.

 

- No! But I promise you will that they not be able to stand for a long time, have children one day, much less! - Jesse looked at him in astonishment the calmness with which he reported such words was the same as a monk meditating. -You said not to kill, mutilate is quite different, - he explained, naturally as he took another piece of fish, bringing it to her mouth again, but in a way that did not have too much physical contact, he had risked too much the first time.

-Thank you, - she said, smiling sheepishly. -It's good to know that no one had to die for me, that makes me enormously happy. - she smiled even wider, one of those that lit everything around.

Everyone looks beautiful with a light around them, in case Jesse was different, it came from within. It was then that Blade realized the power a smile had, especially when it came out naturally, without planning. Beautiful smiles conquer, but the timid conquer more. In the bandit's opinion, Jesse's smile had both characteristics, was simply radiant.