Please hug me…

 

It had been a while, and they still kept their faces glued together. Blade, who could not stand being touched by anyone, especially Jesse, just could not take her hands off her, could hug her for the rest of his life if it were possible. He was emotionally taken, he was a cold person who could not deal with certain feelings, in fact he did not even know that he had them. He felt as if a sword pierced his chest when the investigator shouted to anyone who wanted to hear that he preferred to be in Michelangelo's arms instead of coming with him. In fact, the girl had been a bit cruel in the words, but he deserved to hear each one of them and knew it. Blade had offended the girl's integrity in a planned and cruel way, just because he was jealous of seeing her dancing that hot song so sensuously and provocatively. And she was so beautiful in that white dress, in fact, the beautiful and exotic woman of that place, a mixture of sexy and naive, the desire of any man, his desire. He could not do anything but look at Jesse, and the other men present, too, and that annoyed him deeply. God! The way she touched his own body, stirring like a rattlesnake, threatening the boat, agile and dangerous. It was the most erotic scene he had ever seen in his whole secular life, full of sins, orgies, and dirty money.

Maldonado was a demon and he was not ashamed of it, and Jesse Carter, a pure angel who at twenty-six had not even given her first kiss. This revelation surprised the thug, even more than the part where she mentioned that if she had not traveled with him she would have lost the virginity of her lips and of so many parts of her body that she preferred or imagined. It was a martyrdom to stand firmly in front of Jesse's assault she had to flee from there as fast as she could, far away from her. In his room, he spent the night pacing around thinking about everything, especially the conversation he had with Julius against his will when he was packing some pieces of clothing in a small bag to travel to Tijuana alone, this was his initial plan.

-Why do not you take Jesse to give you strength, Blade? - Asked the Mexican, simply entering the companion's room without being called or knocking on the door.

-Are you crazy, Julius? That girl is a walking disaster, she'll kill both of us before we get halfway there, -Maldonado snarled irritably.

He had spent the whole day in a bad mood of the dog and no one knew why. He yelled at Bobbi more than twice for no reason, a very rare thing to happen.

-It's not that kind of help I'm talking about, Blade! - And you know it. If I had not been banished from Mexico, I would go in his place and Estevão would not live a day on Spanish soil with that sharp tongue of him. Julius rolled his eyes, sighing, remembering how Stephen always exaggerated when it came to sincerity. People always demand the truth, but few are prepared to listen to it.

-I've always been very good on my own I've been looking after myself since my parents died. Bringing that disaster behind me would be stupid, she's crazy. Have you noticed her clothes yet? His hair looks like a thug, he's always armed, -said Blade as he placed two pistols three grenades a muffler, a dagger, and other accessories he needed on the trip.

-Not all princesses wear chic dresses, pinks, and crystal shoes all the time. Many are out there wearing old All-Star and a jeans pant with their earphones being hurt by idiots made you, who do not know how to take advantage when God sends a really good thing in the fucking life of your profane shit life. Julius went straight, without a trace of patience with him.

It was not fair for Blade to judge a wonderful girl like Jesse because of her appearance. Other than that he did not approve of certain tastes of the partner in the intimate life. He frequented certain places he did not like to even imagine what was going on inside. It was known as purgatory because of orgies that rolled and wild and violent sex with tied women being beaten during intercourse. The worst part was that they felt pleasure in it, as well as who hit.

-I do not believe in God, Julius, and if there is one, why would He send a good thing to a profaner of shit like me? I was born to live in sin and I will die in it. - Blade's voice sounded more sad than annoyed, it was hard for him to admit it.

- Because God is so merciful that he cares for us even when we do not deserve it, he can see the goodness in the darkest places. Then send the light, or a guardian angel to show the right way. The word angel knocked Blade down like a blow that was how he saw Jesse in his dreams, like a heavenly being all dressed in white casting light around his whole body.

-If that light you're referring to is Jesse, I'd rather die in the dark. - He finished packing his suitcase, closing it with ignorance, making a deafening noise.

-A pity you think so, Blade, I'm sorry for that. It is better to be prepared for an opportunity and to have none than to have an opportunity, not be prepared for it and lose it. Although pretending not to see, Jesse is a beautiful and special girl and will not be alone for a long time waiting for you to look at her. Then it will be the light in someone else's life after all the queue walks and the world does not just revolve around you. Have a good trip, Maldonado, take care! - Julius left a cruel thoughtful bandit.

As much as he struggled to see something in common between the two, Blade could not, otherwise approaching her would put her safety in jeopardy and even admitting she was not afraid of making a mistake or getting hurt. However, wounds eventually heal, but opportunities do not come back. For the first time in his life, he decided to risk it, to shoot himself in the dark. And as nothing is impossible for a heart full of will, at that moment was in Tijuana with Jesse Carter in his arms, after kissing her with passion, the best kiss of his life in his opinion.

-I just gave my first kiss, I think I'm dreaming. - Jesse thought aloud with a passionate smile, could not believe that this had happened, even more so with whom.

- Is not! -He bit Jesse's lower lip to prove what he had just said, resulting in a sharp moan from the girl. A mixture of pain with pleasure, which made the villain wonder where a puritan aped to do that, or rather, with whom? Or she would learn quickly, she would remember that later.

-Please, Blade, do not play with me! - Then she hugged him, hiding her face in his muscular chest with the urge to cry.

-I do not like to play with anyone, not even as a child.

That revelation made Jesse's heart tighten, in his mind came the image of a sad little boy, sitting alone on an old wooden bench in the garden, weeping for his parents' death passing a solitary childhood having to turn alone, without love and affection. The worst of it all was that her father was one of the culprits for destroying the lives of the man she loved, she just did not know how much the major was involved in it, but she would find out soon enough.

- Thanks Good!  I could not stand it if you were making a fool of me. - She snuggled into his arms, feeling incredibly protected inside them.

-I do not need to do it any longer, - he said seriously, but Jesse was not upset by the offense.

-Do I need to worry about Snow White's dwarf? - Blade asked darkly, but not angry. Then, gently, he raised Jesse's face to look into his eyes when he answered.

-Do not call him that anymore, his name is Michelangelo, and I really like him. -She was angry with Blade she did not like it when he was pissed off the bartender in that mean way.

- Do you like him? - The bandit arched a slightly suspicious eyebrow, not appreciating the course of the conversation at all.

-If I say I do not like him, I'd be lying, but it's not even close to what I feel when I'm with you. - Not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am by your side. Blade relaxed his muscles, relieved to hear it.

- Great! Because if I see him again, I'll rip his heart out and eat at dinner, and do not think I would not do that, because I would, -he said coldly, staring at her with dark, frightening eyes like a cold night in Alaska.

-I'm a free person, Blade, we do not even have anything yet, and you've been forbidding me to talk to my friends.

- Friends? So it's going to be a slaughter, by the way. It will be even good, because a long-distance pistol has just arrived that I ordered from Germany and I'm crazy to debut it. If  he was, in fact, your friend would not have gotten a date with him, nor would have let him try to stick the damn tongue into your mouth, -Blade said angrily but excited at the thought of the slaughter.

-I'd rather not say anything, I do not want to ruin this wonderful moment.

Jesse thought it was better to pretend not to hear that, otherwise it would be the beginning of the third world war. Then she closed her eyes and delighted in the wonderful sensation of the warmth of his body so close to hers, not knowing that this was the first time Maldonado had hugged anyone. If he knew it was so good, he would have practiced it more often. Hugs were made for when words fail to please.

-I hope you've kept each word well, as I said I'm no man to play with anything. - He released her roughly, pushing her a few inches away from him as if he did not want Jesse touching him anymore. -Now get some rest, because we're leaving at 8:00. -She finished short and thick as usual, turning her back toward the door without saying goodbye, making the investigator think that the impetuous Blade Maldonado was back, steady and strong.

-Would not it is better to take advantage of the fact that it is still dark, and we have to break into the hiding place of the son of your father's enemy?- Under daylight it can be dangerous we have to use whatever is possible in our favor. -Blade paused in the doorway and smiled half-surprised, a pity she had not seen it was a deathly sexy scene. So she's smarter than she looks.

-Let us not mess with this for today. I'll take you to your first real date.

Jesse literally froze, even in a bossy way he was inviting her out. The over-emphasis on the word "first" was not overlooked in the young woman's ears, totally discarding any encounter that came before him.

Without giving Carter any time to say anything else, Blade left, hours passed, and she was still sitting in the same position on the bed, completely floor less, wrapped in the towel and reflecting everything that was happening. The Outlaw Man would stop solving something important to him just to get her out. That was so beautiful, perfect. Like everything in the small town of Tijuana, the hotel where they were staying was simple, but neat and lavish colors everywhere the colorful walls, each one of a different shade, between red, yellow, green and deep blue a small single bed in the middle, an old dresser in the corner and a tiny bathroom. At least the water was warm. It was ten minutes before the scheduled time, and she was still there, lost in her own thoughts, confused. Where would Blade take her? How would you act in a meeting with him? Or what she would wear being that she had brought nothing but body clothing, her old camera, and a small purse on Nayla's shoulder with some styling make-up tools. She was taken out of the trance by knocking on the door, opened it just a little to see who it was.

- It's okay, it's me. - She winced at the thought then opened the door completely for Blade to enter.

- Good Morning! - Jesse smiled shyly at him, who was holding something in his left hand, pulling the towel to cover her legs, totally awkward in front of him. Blade was as handsome as usual, bathed in his usual beat-up jeans and a thin white shirt with long sleeves molding his muscles, his hair wet and a scent that would smell for fifteen minutes in the room after he left.

- Wear this, - Blade said rudely, throwing what she was holding practically in her face, without even responding to the girl's good-morning.

-Where did you get that dress? - Jesse asked suspiciously holding the play. It was a dark blue with white flowers, a simple model of thin knee-high drawers with a few pleats at the waist, giving an even more rounded effect to the skirt. There was no etiquette or some vestige that the dress had been purchased, just a nice smell of fabric softener as if it had just been washed and put on the clothesline to dry. In fact, it was still a little damp.

-Out there. - He replied scornfully, folding his arms patiently.

Blade did not appreciate her annoying craze of wanting to know why just dressing her dress and that's it.

- Exactly where, Blade Maldonado? Even because, there should be no stores open Sunday.

-Stop this annoying of wanting to know everything because you cannot imagine the work I've done to get it.- Put this fucking dress up soon and stop bothering me, I'll wait for you downstairs and do not take more than fifteen minutes. He came down grunting some angry expletives, holding himself, so he would not quarrel with her anymore.

Jesse did as he was told, a little annoyed at his unnecessary rudeness toward her. It would take a while to get used to Blade's rude way. The dress had been a pleasure to her, shorter than he'd thought when he'd chosen from the clothes on a clothesline he found nearby. She tucked her hair up with a toothpick she found lost in the dresser drawer, leaving some loose curls, a little of Nayla's powder, and a light touch of nude lipstick on her lips, nothing too exaggerating. She slipped on the salmon sneakers her mother had given her and rushed down with the camera on her neck and the bag under her arm. He had seen Blade losing his temper many times, and he was not in the mood to witness such a spectacle again.

-Why did you tie your hair? -It was the first thing that Maldonado asked as he laid eyes on Jesse, like a hawk watching over prey. But sure enough, he had been right in choosing the dress that seemed to have been made for her.

-Why are you asking if you do not like it? -she used the same rudeness of his a few moments ago sometimes it's good to have the other taste their own poison.

- I've learned to like it.

He approached her charmingly and disarmed her completely it was delicious to define that man. Without asking, she took the toothpick out of her hair and made her curls fall like a rainy day, shaping Jesse's delicately groomed face, a detail not missed by Blade.

-And all the rest too, after all, it's the set of details that make the work perfect,- he concluded, glancing up at her as if evaluating the product, offering a link to Carter's side, almost killing her heart before so much beauty together.

- Where are we going? - Jesse asked lightly flushed, lived ashamed when she was near him, felt intimidated.

-If I wanted you to know, I would have told you, - he said rudely and walked quickly to a nearby alley.

Inside this alley, beneath a tarp, was a black motorcycle with yellow bluish by Li with some high-tech gadgets and the power of over four hundred horses, a real machine on two wheels. Hanging, there were two helmets. He, in a rare moment of chivalry, helped Jesse put hers, carefully arranging not to hurt her.

-Is this wonder yours? - Jesse asked innocently as soon as he got on the motorcycle, not knowing whether or not to hold on to his waist. She never knew for sure when she was allowed to touch him. Blade was very unstable.

-Hold me, if you fall, you'll be left behind. - And if you open your mouth to ask another question, whatever it is, I'll sort you out myself, understand? Jesse just nodded to show she understood the message, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist.

Blade was racing so much that really Carter would have to be smart not to fall, but the sensation of the adrenaline rushing up his veins was wonderful. After more than an hour on the road, they came to a large establishment in a further place, a five-star clandestine club for bandits. The researcher literally pirouetted how much she got into the place, like a child in a candy store. She was never able to learn much from the courses offered by the police, now she would have the chance to learn from those who understood the subject. In a detailed tour of the gun shop, where Maldonado had explained to her about each model and power of each weapon, the investigator listened carefully without leaving a comma. She almost died of embarrassment when he leaned against the shelf and knocked over a whole glass shelf on the floor, the owner was so charmed with the grace of the girl to apologize that he did not take the loss. But Blade paid every penny, did not want her owing anyone, let alone another man. In addition to paying, he presented Jesse with a weapon of his choice, which was a 38KM. On the wall of the store was an old painting of a Colt, identical to the one Blade's father held in the photo of his secret room. The seller explained that this weapon was part of a fanciful legend and that there really was no more than fisherman story. The poor man did not know that her heir was right in front of him and that he was not with it in hand because her father had probably illegally seized the object. But Jesse would settle that too, return it to the owner at the earliest opportunity, and tell him thatshe was the daughter of the one who stole it. At the time of shooting the targets was funny, the researcher hit anywhere but where it should, so Blade without much patience decided to teach the girl how to do it.

- The first step never lowers the guard to the target and keep the arms well stretched, holding the gun firmly. Arrange the posture and leave one foot about twenty centimeters higher back slightly to serve as a shock absorber for the impact when pulling the trigger, -explained Blade in detail.

- Right? I think I'm doing well, -Jesse commented, every bit like a hook. Looking like the Hunchback of Notre Dame. The thug sighed nervously, walking up to her lining his body behind hers, glued. The young woman shivered with the close contact, a shiver ran up the back of her neck to her cheeks, which flushed with her libido screaming in ecstasy.

-Cold, investigator? - Blade asked in a hoarse, incredibly sexy voice, reaching her mouth at the young woman's ear.

-A little ... -Jesse replied, stammering.

-Funny, the climate in this country is naturally hot, very hot, - Blade said, moving closer and closer as if they were one. Jesse wondered if what was nudging her butt was a gun or if he was "armed."

-I'm cold, - she lied, and he knew it.

Jesse could feel the cynical smile on his face he liked to know that her body reacted to his touch. As revenge, she wiggled herself rubbing his "weapon", the bastard pulled her by the waist even closer, so Jesse noticed that he was, indeed, armed withn a bullet point.

-Stop distracting me, rub that ass on me is not helping, - Blade mumbled amused.

-You've been distracting me since I arrived. An eye for an eye . - Tipped her ass back, making him moan with pleasure.

So she was not even as holy as she looked, she knew how to tease and very well.

- OK! I got the message, now let's focus on it. Keep looking forward, how will you hit a target you do not see it?

He lifted Jesse's head to look at a paper doll a few feet away from her. She, like him, was wearing plastic glasses to protect her eyes and headphones to protect from the noise of gunfire.

-Now set your posture and try to relax, you're very tense. He seized the girl's curves as if he were holding a violin. - Now let your arms erect upright and hold firmly.

 The word "erect" brought illicit thoughts into Jesse's mind again. He seemed to be doing it on purpose with her, and he was. Not knowing that there were worse things in him, worthy of a well-given slap. Bandits play low, and Blade was the best at it.

-I do not think I was born to do that, Blade, I'm too clumsy. - The researcher was discouraged, she was very nervous about his camouflaged onslaughts, an unusual heat.

-Something tells me that you're a quick learning investigator, let's do it until you get the hang of it. - Then it will slip through your hands naturally, to the point of tearing me even with your eyes closed.

It was incredible how everything he said made her think about sex, and she could hardly imagine what the word meant. Definitely not! He was not talking about the gun.

-Do you really believe me, Blade? - Jesse asked uncertainly shrugging her shoulders, as she always did when he wanted to hide.

-You can do anything, Jesse you just have to believe it. - Carter sighed, almost having her first orgasm just to hear her name in that thick, erotic, sexy voice.

 - Thanks! - The young woman thanked him by smiling confidently at him, took a deep breath and fired.

For the first time in her life, Jesse Carter hit the target in the middle. She had to close your eyes and open it twice to make sure it was true.

- I hit it! I hit it. - She jumped up and down like a madwoman who had just run away from the insane ashamed of showing how happy she was. She hold a gentleman who was passing by and kissed his face, which was left infected by her joy. Then she began to do a strange victory dance. She had always been a smart girl, she just needed someone to believe her, Blade though.

Blade was leaning against the wall looking at Jesse in his small surge of happiness, his arms crossed completely mesmerized with that charming and entrancing scene.

They spent the whole day at the shooting club after Jesse hit the first shot he did not want to stop training. After they had lunch in the food court, the young woman spoke of nothing else than how happy she had learned to shoot. He continued training in the afternoon while Maldonado made some important calls from afar, without taking his eyes off her.

-So, did you like our first date? - Blade asked looking out of the corner of her eye as they reached the door of her room in the hotel. Jesse had left the club jumping like Little Red Riding Hood with his basket through the forest. It was already night when he got her out of there. For she would spend the rest of the night there, but unfortunately they could not, they had to wake up early to put into action what they had really come to do in Tijuana: invade the hiding place of Carlo Castelli's son.

- Thank you! Today was the happiest day of my life, especially since I was with you, -Jesse replied, glowing like a shooting star, the brightness was the same. It was so easy to make her happy she is one of those who still falls in love with flowers and letters.

-Same, - Maldonado exclaimed quietly, but not enough so that Jesse would not hear and smiled at his statement.

-Good evening, Blade, I'll dream about you! –Actually, she wanted to have it completed, - do not go without first giving me my second kiss, but she was afraid he'd be offered it again.

-Good evening, and try to dream good things, not me.

Blade touched her lips to hers for a few seconds, holding her face in his hands. Something so natural and familiar that he left without noticing the deep impact that that little gesture meant to her, wanted to have kissed her like the last time, but he did not want to force the bar. Jesse closed the door behind her with his eyes closed, his hands on his chest, his heart pounding with passion. But happiness lasted only a short time, unfortunately. The first different thing he noticed in the room was a white sheet on the bed writing a scrap of magazine lettering, on it was a blood-red rose.

How was the pigeon, walk? I know who you are, Jesse Carter, now imagine how Blade will stay when he realizes  you are the daughter of the man who took part in the ambush that sent his parents to hell? But do not worry because your secret is kept with me for now. As I have a good heart, I also left some presents in your little boy's room, including a file with all the names of the policemen involved in the ambush, and guess what is the first one on the list? Major Will Carter, say goodbye to your dad. By now I am far away without leaving my trail behind, I have destroyed my hiding place in a thousand pieces, just as I will do with the last Maldonado and everything that is important to him.

  Ass. Matteo C.

Ps .: Son of Carlo Castelli.

Jesse was shaking all over holding that sheet, in a breaker she came around and ran as fast as she could to the Blade's room. She stopped when she reached the door and saw him sitting on the floor with his hands on his face in shock, totally disturbed. The walls were filled with photos glued to the moment the parents were detained in the ambush, then bandaged and placed on their knees, and kissing minutes before being killed, shattered by shots. There were so many police firing at the same time that the coroner probably should not have been able to tell exactly how many shots were fired, they seemed to be in a war fighting over the country. And the worst, even younger, Jesse perfectly recognized the father among the shooters with a wicked smile on his face, as if he was proud to be participating in it. Now it was fact! The major had even participated in the cowardly Maldonado murder. The police force on duty that day had distorted the facts by saying they were killed because they reacted. All lie to gain fame of heroes upon the death of two people who should have been arrested and properly judged for their crimes.

-Please hug me, - Blade pleaded.

Red-eyed, as soon as he noticed her presence in the room, he opened his arms so that Jesse nestled inside them. The pain was too great. She rushed over to him and answered his request, wetting the bandit's chest with the tears that fell in silence without stopping. The last Maldonado did not cry, just hugged her as hard as he could, staring at the envelope on the bed with the names of the cops involved in vengeance. Only what he did not know was that the only person who would be able to comfort him at that moment was the daughter of one of them.