Waiting for you…

 

Now Jesse Carter was seen in the FBI's investigative department as the darling of Judge Thompson, a close friend of the president of the United States and a big fish in the legal world. The fact that she had saved his daughter's life and appeared in countless covers of magazines and newspapers, mostly at lunches the young woman had taken to luxury restaurants alongside the almighty and her children, Lia and Maxmilian Thompson, a certain envy in our fellow workers. It had been almost two weeks since, and everyone was still talking the same thing, being the number one news item on the radio runway of the gossipers on duty.

If Jesse herself, who should have boasted of the heroic act, had already forgotten what had happened, she did not make the slightest impression that everyone was hammering on the same key. Her shoulder had improved, she was firm and strong back to work, she had not recovered psychologically from the attack. By the way, no one in the department, other than the new partner, Hugo Rodrigues, was kind enough to go visit her at the hospital or show some trace of concern. The only thing she received was a rough call from her father, threatening to fire her if she did not return to work in two days. In the face of such "loving" words from his parent, he woke up very early on Monday morning to calm himself. She did not wear her usual uniform, and for the first time dared to display the badge on her belt so everyone knew she was a police officer and to respect her as such. She found it good to be back at work, she was tired of staying home with nothing to do but think of the charming smile of a certain cruel bandit named Blade Maldonado. She was a little annoyed that no one had worried that she could be below seven feet on the earth at that moment. What hurts the most knowing that if it had been with another policeman, the major would have gone to the end of the world to find the culprit who shot him but in the case of his own daughter, he claimed it have been just an exceptional assault.

The investigator arranged the personal belongings on the small wooden table that occupied fifty percent of her tiny improvised room that she was proud to have. She was the type of person who did not want to have everything, she was proud of what little she had and thanked God every day for that. She finished cleaning everything and put it in place, set the phone on the hook waiting for an urgent call to pick up her gun - which she did not know how to use - and the bulletproof vest with the FBI badge bigger than her, leaving the city and fighting crime, feeling like Wonder Woman, ready to face anything. She sat so lavishly in the chair, leaning her whole body back, placing her hands on the back of her neck, totally relaxed, until a thin, irritating voice, which she knew very well, disturbed her moment of peace.

-How's the judge's sweetheart? - Amanda grinned, with a chill smile on her face, reaching into Jesse's space without greeting her or saying anything at least "human" and displaying a glass of cappuccino from the best coffee shop in town.

It was amazing how a simple police uniform looked like Chanel's first-hand look at that woman anything would look good on her. In fact, she was the prettiest woman in the department, but what was left over in appearance left her wanting in the soul.

-I've never been so good, my dear! - And my friend Judge Thompson sent you a kiss. - Ah! I forgot, he does not even know your existence! - Jesse did not like being abused, but at that moment could not hold her tongue, Amanda deserved to hear this and more to stop being so arrogant.

- Look how you talk to me, you ugly duckling, you're thinking only because you "saved" the judge's daughter. This story is very badly told, my dear, I will not rest until I find out what really happened and expose you in front of everyone, especially the major. - she pointed her finger right in the middle of Jesse's face, with an absurd arrogance.

 - Careful, Amanda, envy kills! - Hugo Rodrigues came to the aid of the new partner.

Besides being intelligent, he was straight in the words and had an answer to any question without needing to think too much. He was a little bent sometimes, but he had a good heart. He would not take orders from anyone, not even Major Carter. He worked his way and hated wearing a uniform; at that moment he wore light blue jeans, a black shirt with the photo of the Joker grinning wickedly and a dark social coat giving a more serious look to the rest of the look. On her feet, expensive shoes, her hair all messy style over brown eyes under the degree glasses. On the neck, the badge in a kind of lanyard fit to hang the object and hands a huge bouquet of red roses, beautiful and perfumed.

-Nobody called you here, nerd, go look for some animal to cut and leave me alone, - Amanda mumbled, folding her arms in a sulk.

-Dissect, Amanda, can´t you utter a word? I forgot that you can only play smart in front of Chief Carter. - Hugo rolled his eyes without patience, just as Jesse could not bear it, and he did not trust her in it, even if it was the major's favorite.

-Shut up, Hugo, and tell me who sent me this bouquet of flowers? Certainly, some admirer of me, behind me are the ones who will not be missing. -she said, as if sure that the roses were for her.

-Quantity has never been a sign of quality, Amanda. - The flowers are for you Carter. Amanda, who already had her arms open in the air to receive the bouquet, held them in the same position, totally paralyzed, in shock with the revelation of Hugo Rodrigues.

 - For me? - Jesse literally fell from the chair, knocking over everything on the table, including Amanda's cappuccino glass, which she had placed there to pick up the flower arrangement she thought was hers.

-Yes, madam.

Rodrigues smiled, looking at Carter lying on the floor with filthy cappuccino hair. Luckily the clothes had not been soiled. She took the flowers with the greatest delicacy, visibly enchanted, I even liked to see. She took a small card in the middle of the roses and took the arrangement very well done close to the face to smell them.

-It's the first time I get flowers from anyone, - Jesse said, smiling, no matter who had sent them, she was immensely happy.

-Will not you tell me who told you to, Carter? There may be some bomb in there they may be trying to kill you again. -Amanda let out the poison, maddened to know what was written on the note.

-It's none of your business, you fake blond, do not be jealous, woman! - And no use saying you are not Schadenfreude, in your language the famous and old envy. Her skin were more reddish than normal, narrow eyes, clenched fangs and clenched fists with an inner struggle with her ego. Rodrigues described it perfectly he was an expert at reading people.

Before Amanda said anything he took her by the arm and left pulling her out, said goodbye to Carter with a wink that she responded in the same grateful manner.

- I got flowers! - she thought aloud, smiling non-stop, he was really happy about it.

She got up carefully, trying not to slip into the puddles of brown liquid on the floor, sat down in the chair resting the bouquet on his lap and opened the note slowly with his heart beating as fast as a flower.

To remind you of our ride princess I can´t wait to spend a whole day at your side, after all, even before it happens I'm sure it will be one of the happiest days of my life. Your smile enchants me, I feel complete after I met you.

Jesse smiled even more as she read the signed ticket at the end by Michelangelo Abreu. She had never fallen in love with anyone before, she had always been a quiet girl, she did not care for quantity, but quality. She wanted someone to make his heart pound as it did when he saw Blade smiling for the first time. She liked the bartender just because she did not feel cold in his belly or butterflies flying in his stomach like Maldonado. However, Miche was a good guy and gentle every time with her, so she would give him a chance. The investigator was taken from her thoughts at the sound of the telephone ringing, answered still half-doodled holding the small piece of paper.

- FBI police department, investigator Jesse Carter speaking. How can I help? -She said in her best serious tone, the way she saw her father do when he answered a call.

-Meet here at home in two hours, do not be late. Next time, be careful to speak your last name because it could be the Blade instead of me. See you later investigator, have a good day. -Julius gave the warning as delicate as he could by saying between the lines to be careful that Maldonado did not find out whose daughter she was.

Jesse spent the whole morning mulling over the Mexican's words, took advantage of lunchtime to go to such a meeting, not to be late spent at her sister's job and asked for the car loaned. Mainara lent with her heart in her hand, the investigator was qualified, but she could not drive straight, a real danger in the steering wheel.

In the leaps and ravines arrived without any scratch and ten minutes ahead of schedule, the first car she saw in the garage was the Impala with its wheels filled with dark orange mud. She remembered that the land where the Blade's hiding place was the same color. Surely he should have come from there, had not seen him since the last time he was in her apartment. When he got to the office, the first one he saw was Maldonado sitting in a black leather chair near the door, his face sourer than ever, pretending not to notice her presence. Divine into a pair of jeans and a white T-shirt with thin sleeves glued to the body, leaving fully exposed muscular arms full of tattoos; on his feet, caramel boots with loosely laid laces. The tired expression on his face worried her a lot, her breathing was heavy, and a strange hoarseness in her chest, the redness of her skin as if her body temperature was elevated.

- Hey, Blade, how's it going? -Said Carter, offering him her best smile.

-It was very well until you arrived, - he replied rude, thicker than usual. He had to keep his fist closed to control his little cough, it was clear he was sick.

-I only came because you invited me, sorry if my presence does not please you.

He looked away, did not understand how someone with such a lovely smile would rather hide him behind such rudeness instead of using it whenever possible to make someone's day happy, especially hers. Even so, Carter could not help but be concerned about Blade's worn-out eyes, deep-set eyes, and a hoarse voice almost incomprehensible. Since the last time she had seen him, she noticed that she was beginning to seize. Instead of improving it was much worse.

- Hi, little one, nice to see you again! - Julius's sympathy compensated for Maldonado's lack of sensitivity upon receiving a visit. It was nice beyond belief, especially when it came to the person's face. By the tender tone and the look of him saying to her "do not worry, I'll keep your secret, - he reassured herself.

-How do you do, big one? - She passed her hand in the air to greet her and hugged him with a huge smile on her face that made the Mexican's heart warm up in the face of such tenderness.

- Hey, you crazy, beauty? -Li thought the little girl was amused and found the girl's all-too-embarrassed way hilarious.

-Pure beauty, man, everything in peace, - Jesse teased the Chinese, slamming her hand into his, causing a loud snap but not enough to justify the ugly face that Blade did just because of the lively greeting of the two.

-Could you stop this bullshit and start talking about what really matters? - Leave this circus animation aside and let's get right to the point. If they liked her so much they might be so kind as to tell her to comb her hair for good while doing no harm to anyone.

Maldonado's eyes wandered maliciously, beginning with his rebellious hair loosely disengaged, totally free dancing according to the will of the wind, boldly defying the law of gravity, it was cinnamon brown. She passed her face with no trace of makeup, her three-quarter-sleeve khaki blouse, loose dark jeans with two or three crooked pleats around her waist. Now without her mother's magic hands and sewing machine to shape her clothes, she was turning herself alone with a roll of thread and a needle. When he looked down at the old pair of sneakers he felt his stomach wrap, he had never met a woman so sloppy in his life.

-Do not be rude to the girl, Blade some people may get hurt by the truth. - Stephen was hurriedly arranging his coat in an attempt to relieve the dull appearance, all misaligned, so he liked to walk all stoned. He even tried to fix the partner's rudeness toward the girl, but it only made things worse.

The Englishman, who used to walk with a black cloud over his head, lately lived as if his days were all sunny with birds flying freely in an enviable blue sky. Always calm and passive, if he knew how to smile he would do it all the time he had plenty of reasons for it now.

-I do not understand why every time I try to talk to you like a civilized person makes a point of treating me with a mangy dog if you want me to pretend it does not exist and just say that at least I will no longer play the fool, You, Blade. - Silence prevailed in the place. Her courage in facing him surprised everyone.

-Actually, nothing would make me happier, I can´t stand your voice. Even its owner, your clothes are horrible and your hair, I'd rather not comment.

Jesse looked down at her robes, he did not find anything wrong with his clothes, really. Her hair looked lovely the way it was, she liked to wear it naturally.

-Do not worry about his coarse remark, little one. Nowadays any crap becomes a fashion, as horrible as you are you have style, that's what matters. -Estevão tried to console the girl, in his way.

- Stop everything! Is that on your neck really a hickey, white? - The Englishman almost freaked out when Li materialized beside him, trying hard to see the purple mark gaping half a foot below his ear.

-That's none of your business, Chinese abused! - Salvatore yelled, taking Li's hand from the collar of his coat.

- Estevão is dating ... Estevão is dating ... - I was singing, turning and doing an annoying little dance around the Englishman who was about to shoot him with such anger.

- Damn it! Look at him, Julius, make him stop it!

 The Mexican, without a trace of patience, grabbed Li's blouse and lifted him like a doll, carrying it to the table and placing him sitting on the chair like a child of five years of punishment.

-I'm sad to have to interrupt their lovemaking, but we have to start planning how the investigator is going to steal the folder containing the data from the Blade parents' death case. - The Mexican took the word, sensible as always.

 Jesse, out of the corner of her eye, saw Maldonado's muscles tensed when he heard about his parents' death. This subject moved with him in an overwhelming way. After reviewing the plan several times, the combination was that it would be up to them to sort out some distraction in the department so that she had enough time to find what they needed without raising any suspicion. All the while, Maldonado was quieter than he was of the opinion, and that was rather strange. There was a moment that he dozed, sitting up, all shrunken with skin tone growing redder, coughing all the time. Carter, who sat across the room, did not take her eyes off him.

-Are you all right, Blade? - Julius asked worriedly, his partner was shaking endlessly.

-Yep. - He said simply, cutting the subject short and thick.

Almost at the end of the meeting, he left the Frenchman sure no one had seen him, like a sneaky cat. But Jesse watched as his car came out singing tire, leaving an orange trace of the claw marks, making a crooked line as if drunk. Immediately Jesse took the phone in his pocket and called the only person who could give him the answer he needed, would have to be discreet to get what he wanted without raising suspicion.

 - Tell me partner, where are you that's not back from lunch yet? Your father is a beast after you. -Rodrigues answered excitedly, speaking with his mouth full of something.

-In which mountainous part of Los Angeles is the earth dark-orange, pulling for a bright red? - I remember you saying something about it once. Could you explain me better where I would find this kind of soil?

- The only place with such characteristics is the mountains located in Nevada, in the center-east of California, passing through the old Yosemite National Park, which for many years has been closed and was adored by its incredible granite cliffs, giant forests, beautiful waterfalls and a good diversity of animal life. There you can choose between more than two hundred trails to know the valley, but only one of them is able to take to the mountain where the ground sports this orange color. But the place was bought by someone mysterious and interdicted by this so that no civilian entered and tried to climb the hidden place never came back to tell the story. - Jesse's eyes widened in alarm at his report.

-Thank you, Hugo, tell my father I'm not coming back to work today. - Jesse hung up  quickly and ran as fast as she could without saying goodbye to anyone.

Before going any further, she went to a pharmacy to buy whatever she would find useful for what she was planning. In just over an hour she had managed to reach the Forest Park that Rodrigues had spoken of, remembered the place vaguely when he drove past when Blade took her home when she spent the night in his hiding place.

After passing through the forest on a terrible dirt road, she was able to find the trail that led to this mountain. However, only a small vehicle like the Impala could pass. The way was to leave his sister's car tucked under some bushes that closed the entrance to the stone tunnel where he would need to pass. she climbed on foot, almost terrified of that dark place, full of flying bats, but nothing would make him give up seeing with his own eyes if Maldonado had come home well.

After sweeping hours, Carter saw a light on the top of the mountain, far off, glowing like a shooting star. Pulling her strength she did not know where she stepped up with her feet aching, all roasting in her sneakers and her back begging for at least ten minutes of rest only she did not rest for a second. When he got close to the house, he saw the Impala parked anyway, near the main entrance staircase with the door open. He went into complete despair as he drew closer and realized that the door was half open with one foot falling out. Crazed, she practically flew down the steps to rescue Blade. The scene she'd seen was heart-wrenching, he was unconscious all huddled on the floor, wet with sweat and shaking badly from the chill of the mountains.

- My God! You're hypothermic! - Jesse found when throwing himself on him and placing her hand on his face that had lips and cyanotic ends in a dark purple color.

His skin was icy, and his body showed signs of spasms, about to convulse. The investigator looked around the territory analyzing the possibilities of carrying a man of that size to a place where she could warm him as soon as possible. She noted that the key was still in the door, a sign that probably fainted because of a high fever that would explain the wet sweat. Consequently, the cold helped lower the fever, but if the body faces a temperature below normal it goes through the process called hypothermia, which worsens if the person is wet and cold at the same time, after all, a person loses heat twenty-five times faster when it is in the water.

Without much thought, she turned him upside down, positioning himself behind him so that he would fit hers arms under his, dragging it easily up to the fireplace on a soft white rug he had. He noticed that the wood inside her was wet with a thick, sticky black liquid. she picked up a matchbox on the furniture and with only a toothpick the flames of fire lit the whole room, heating it at the same moment. she ran to his room to get a blanket, went into the kitchen to get a glass of water, and gave him the medicine she had bought at the pharmacy. she took off the wet clothes from Blade, leaving him only in Calvin Klein's white boxer's underwear. It turned red as I noticed the large volume inside of them.

If sleeping is that size, imagine it awake? She thought, she had to shake her head to dismiss the inappropriate thoughts for the moment.

Even after some time, the fire in the fireplace gave as much as it could to keep the place warm and he wrapped in a blanket, yet Maldonado shivered in the cold. Then, on impulse, Jesse took off his own clothes, just being intimate, and joined his body under the blanket as if they were one, hugging him with all his strength. Incredibly, the young woman's act began to take effect immediately. Maldonado shifted slightly, opening his eyes with a little difficulty.

-You came to take care of me, angel? - He drawled.

 Jesse needed to be strong to hold the sea that formed in his eyes, the affectionate way Blade had looked at her as he uttered those words touched her deeply.

-Yes, I came to take care of you. - Jesse's voice was trembling, compassionate to see him so vulnerable in that way.

- This is a dream? -Maldonado was disoriented, brought his hand to her face to make sure it was real.

- Yes, the most beautiful I've ever had. -Jesse smiled sadly at him, her hand on Blade's on his face.

-Why is my angel crying? - Maldonado asked in complete confusion, his gaze lost.

He wiped her tears with some difficulty because of the lack of tact with the upper limbs caused by hypothermia.

-Because I'm glad you came into my life, I feel safe by hyour side. Carter's voice was tearful - she was beginning to realize that this thug was more important to her than he thought.

-Good, because I spent my whole waiting for you, my angel.

Blade sighed deeply, filling his chest with air, then releasing slowly. The eyes closed slowly, giving a shy, innocent smile perhaps. The investigator found him incredibly handsome when serious, but smiling was a staggering thing.

-I'm not an angel, Blade, if you're expecting someone so special, there's no chance of me. - Carter had her feet on the ground she did not want to be deceived by words that were the result of delirium.

-Yes, sent to save me. It was possessive, beyond the account. You're an angel and I'm your mission.

He ran the index finger across each contour of the young woman's face, starting at the forehead in the middle of the frontal bone, sliding in a straight path to the tip of her nose. Then he made the outline of curvilinear lips, noticing how thick and inviting they were.

-I wanted you so much that you were happy and that you had reason to smile, always. - Jesse's sobs filled the place, tears falling wildly.

-You make me happy, angel, wanting to smile every time I see you. -His voice was soft and pleasant, almost a whisper.

-Do not do this to me, Blade. -With every word she spoke, Jesse felt her heart fill with more and more passion for Maldonado. Something forbade and it was not right to feel for someone who despised her.

- Please, do not cry. I hate to see you sad, especially because of me, -he begged, gripping her waist tightly and pulling her closer to him. -I'll tell you a secret when I was little my mother would tell me stories about guardian angels. I always knew that mine was somewhere far away looking for me, so at night, when the stars lit up my room, I would sit alone at the window talking to the Moon for hours, wishing she would take my words until you, hoping you'd be on the other side talking to me, too. Sometimes I thought I was just a lonely madman, doomed to die alone, -he finally said honestly.

-If you're crazy, so am I, because as a child, every time I look at the moon I'm sure I hear the voice of someone talking to me. - Jesse smiled through his tears. She was glad to know that his madness was a little like hers, they matched perfectly.

-And what did you hear? - He asked sleepily, he was almost asleep.

-Do not worry, angel. I'll wait for you ... -Jesse answered quickly those words were impregnated in her mind, especially in the heart.

-It does not matter when - Blade completed the sentence, placing a kiss on her forehead, surrendering to deep sleep shortly after.

Then Jesse cried even more. She'd made every word perfectly, the connection between them coming from a long time, perhaps from other lives. With his head on his chest, listening to the slow, quiet heartbeat of his heart, he had no more reason to worry he had finally found his guardian angel.

The investigator wept for hours until she fell asleep in his arms, she even tried not to fall in love with a thug, only she loved him before she even knew him. Blade had been his first love, the only one who spoke to her through the moon. She wanted something she could never have she knew that when he woke up the other day he would be disgusted if he remembered that he had touched her. But she would be smart and would leave that place before that happened, taking with her every vestige that passed by. That if she had not been overcome by sleep, she had never felt as well in a place as in his arms, protected and happy.

As Jesse saved Blade's life once again, the somber Stephen Salvatore drove his Jaguar more than three hundred miles an hour, he was in a hurry. Every now and then she would thrust her head out of the window to feel the wind touching her face, her black hair like that night flying as a magic cloak. In fact, the moment he was living seemed to be really delighted. For the first time in his life, he was feeling alive, human. This was her state of mind more than two weeks ago when her hut was invaded by a stubborn and courageous stylist that would be the right word. That day, Nayla was not afraid to be all huddled inside a criminal's trunk, even though space was scarce and the weapons that shared the place with the girl did not help much. He was thrilled to hear the beautiful voice of Stephen to the sound of Carl Orff "Carmina Burana", great lyrical singer. He had an angel's voice, could easily have been a famous singer with all that elegance and good posture could have chosen to be whatever he wanted that would have been very successful. That darkness all around Salvatore had been his own creation, she thought with a sad expression. After a few hours walking where she had no idea, at last, the car stopped somewhere where it smelled of nature, fresh earth. He waited ten minutes, and as soon as he heard the front door open, and then a door slammed, he left the trunk, terrified that he could not see a foot away from his nose. Whatever the place was, it was very dark. There was a small light from inside the wooden hut that she guessed was a candle. Nayla felt like crying just to imagine that Estevão could live in such a gloomy place. Without making too much noise he opened the door, did not even know where to tread in fear of bumping into something to alarm the thug of his presence. But it did not take him long to discover that he was not alone, for the raven made a point of warning him, croaking as high as he could, coming in through the window.

- What are you doing here?

Stephen appeared out of nowhere at a pretty safe distance, not enough to almost kill the young woman in fright. Even so, she did not reveal how much he found his house terrifying, it looked like those haunted houses of horror films. But she had not come this far to give up now, not really.

-I'm going to get closer to you, Estevão, I can´t see you without being able to touch you. - The only way to stop me from doing this is by killing me because if I have to live without you, I'd rather die. - The stylist was brave with her it was all or nothing.

-Do not tempt me, demon, you do not know what I'm capable of! - One more step and I shoot, I disappear in you in such a way that your parents will not have a hair of yours to watch. So I suggest you leave and leave me alone hidden in my darkness.

Salvatore pulled two pistols out of his waist in an elegant manner, causing the cape to fly for a few seconds because of the sudden movement, pointing them toward the young woman. His gaze was darker than usual.

-I will always remember the day I met you, it was morning and you were alone staring at a dark gray sky. -It was the first thing I saw when I stepped into that school. I had seen you sitting in the garden earlier when I entered the classroom. It was autumn, my favorite season of the year, there were orange leaves lying around it, making a beautiful contrast to all the darkness emanating from you. I had never seen anything more beautiful, my father did not understand at the time why I had hated the idea of going to live in England I spent a whole month crying later when I was forced to move there. It has been more than a year of depression, therapies and anxiety medications that I make the most use to date. Nayla took a firm step toward Stephen, not intimidating Nick and Clyde at her.

- I am not kidding! Do not think I would not be able to shoot you because I am. - He threatened, his guns still pointed at her.

-At that moment when I saw you so alone, I wanted to hug you, make your loneliness go away, get to know you better. I wanted to be everything, everything to you. -Nayla continued walking, nothing would stop her.

- Why are you doing this to me? Did not you hurt me enough already? Does your level of cruelty have no limits? - Stephen wanted to cry a river if it were possible, but different from Blade, besides not knowing how to smile, also did not know how to express his tears. There were no good or bad feelings in him.

- Miscommunications and lost promises, how to be strong in the face of so much time and a broken heart? - After the horrible form that has treated me, I should go away and forget that it exists! But seeing the way you have lived alone in this dark and cold place, all my doubts are suddenly gone and the only desire I have is to hold you as strong as I can, so you do not feel so lonely and see that the darkness can be quite enjoyable depending on the company. A step closer, the Englishman did not understand the malicious expression on her face.

- No! I do not want your company or anything that comes from you, -he shouted, utterly upset.

Inside him is a mess of feelings wanting to leave that was once something he could not control. She could have run, fled from that scary place, but she was stronger than that and kept walking  toward him.

-I have died every day waiting for you, my love, I have loved you all this time and I will love you for the rest of my life. Now that I've found you, I will not let anything take you away. - Nayla was facing him, the barrel of one of the pistols touching her forehead. -I've been dying every day waiting for you, baby, do not be afraid, no lie can separate us now. But if you do not feel the same way I am feeling right now, kill me right away and end my suffering.- The designer closed her eyes as Estevão unlocked the gun, preferred to die than to live being despised by him.

-Please go away! - He turned his back on her, keeping his weapons in the same place he had taken. I was crying.

-What on earth, Stephen! When you'll understand that I'm not going anywhere, not without you.

Nayla hugged his wide back, Estevão's body was still cold, but he must have been about ten inches longer than he'd remembered standing on tiptoe. Clutching her arms around his waist, she was surprised to feel the icy tips of his beloved's fingers stroking her arm tenderly.

-Even if you mean it, it's too late for us now, little one.

An emotion-filled tear ran down the girl's face, Stephen had called him by the nickname affectionate as in high school. What touched her most was the soft tone of her low, loving voice.

- Why my love? Now that I found you, it does not leave you anymore, nor does it come that it does not. And do not come with a litany assembled saying that there is no place for me in your world and that there are many enemies and blah ... blah ... blah.... Because you're not Clark Kent and I do not get a handle on Lois Lane. -That was exactly what Stephen was going to say to her, but Nayla had been smarter than he. 

- Damn it! If I say that we can´t be together is because we can´t even, you are light and I, darkness, do not you understand? And what else have in my life are people wanting revenge on me. Stephen burst out, turning her face to face like wet face. Even if he wanted to believe her, they could not be together. -Let's shake hands and each one goes his way as if we've never met again. She made the proposal, which, after being said, did not seem so good.

- It's ok! It will be as you wish, farewell - Estevao Salvatore said earnestly, looking deep into his eyes and reaching out for that final fulfillment to be fulfilled.

-Good-bye, Nayla Borges, - said the Englishman, squeezing the young woman's hand, which held her tightly and pulled him toward her.

Consequently, the bandit, a member of the group of thieves most famous for the boldness and cleverness of the robberies, was caught totally by surprise by a single woman smarter than he. So she stole from him something she owed since the day of the ball: a kiss of love. Yes, she kissed him.

The criminal, at first, could not figure out what it felt like when her mouth touched hers. He felt a wave of heat invade his body radiating more towards the middle of the legs, where in the same place something dormant for a long time began to create life. Nay held his face with one hand on either side to make sure he was not going to run. As the designer's eyes remained closed, Stephen's eyes were wide, frightened until the girl's tongue asked for passage, which he gave without delay, closing his eyes slowly to taste that new sensation. Initially, they intertwined timidly gradually they became more daring and were overwhelmingly lost at that moment. It was a wet, hot, possessive kiss. Salvatore's hands rested on her waist, pulling her closer to him and leaning against a nearby wall, gluing their bodies together as if they were one. The climate warmed in that place, panting breaths and oppressed moans. Nayla took advantage of the stolen kiss, tangled her fingers in her black hair as she bit the boy's lower lip willingly, teasing him. She was a girl who knew what she wanted, lost her virginity at the right moment, and she enjoyed the experience, it happened to a nice guy who had been dating for more than two years, but she would never forgive herself for not having happened to Estevão. He had tired of waiting for him until he gave up after Brian told her that he had arranged another one after he left London, and decided to live his life as best he could. She had other boyfriends, she was an experienced woman. The villain almost went mad as he felt the nipple of Nay's hard breasts rubbing against his chest, especially when her hands tried to open his belt. They were two adults, they could allow themselves. His limb caressed her body as an invitation to something more intimate.

-Nayla ... - The lover's name moaned, almost in a whisper of pleasure. For a moment, it seemed as though he would thrust the girl into the wall, as much as she tried to join in as much as she could.

-Tell me, my love, - she said, her voice choked with desire. She was just finishing his belt, ready to do the same ritual with the buttons of his pants.

-I've never been with a woman before, it was actually my first kiss, - Esteban said, holding her hands in utter embarrassment.

Nayla literally froze at the bandit's report. Then he smiled beautifully, that kind of lightening the whole world.

- Glad to be the first. - she laid a light kiss on his lips, so he would relax a little. - Even because we have to clarify many things, one night will be little to put so many years to date.

They spent the night lying together in a hammock on the porch in the moonlight. Estevão took off his coat to cover her in his arms. Each one told his version of the story and they saw, then, that everything was just a misunderstanding. Since that night, they had not been leaving, spending time together talking about everything and dating.