Definitive Talk...

Blade was looking at the Colt in his hands, it was the first time in life that he touched the object, the maximum that came closer to it was in the hands of his father. The weapon was assembled by international unique pieces. In his vast knowledge of arms, he had never seen anything like it, a truly innovative endorsement of art, a blend rustic and delicate contours.

After a detailed looking at the relic, his eyes turned to Jesse, all curled up on the floor, crying compulsively, hiding her face behind her legs like a frightened bunny. It was a lot of information for Blade to sue at that moment, his angel´s father had destroyed his family and even stolen something important to him that thought he was anywhere but in the hands of the woman who made his heart beat stronger, who had made him believe that he could be a better person. But she had lied to him, deceived him. Then a huge rage gripped the bandit. Blood streaming through his veins like a smoking, thick, fervent larva. There were cruel and lethal doubts in his mind. When the evil finds a small entrance to one soul of some minor it already arrives showing service, putting things where it does not have, horns on the horse's head, as the old saying goes. What if she deceived me all this time falling her  father's orders, all we lived together was nothing more than a lie, a sweet and charming lie where my angel isnothing but a demon with the face of a saint?

Then, taken by hate, Blade Maldonado held Colt at his waist and walked towards her, still crying non-stop like the sea revolt in the midst of the storm, with firm steps that seemed to pierce the ground at any moment, capable of shooting only with eyes anything daring to cross his path. He was willing to extract the truth out of the devil's daughter, no matter what it cost. Then he would send her to hell, where traitors like Jesse Carter were to dwell for eternity, burning in the blazing fire.

In the middle of the way the bandit stepped on something, it was a mini booklet that probably slipped from the investigator's bag when she took Colt to return it to the real owner. Blade's dark eyes immediately took on the color of hyacinth-blue, the gloomy clouds leaving for a beautiful dawn. Just because of what she had written on the leaves, more than once, in a random way with a beautiful and delicate letter, as well as the owner of it. On the back were several hearts painted with a red pen, they seemed to have been made by a teenager and not a twenty-six-year-old woman: Please do not hate me too much Blade, I love you.

-I could not hate you even if I wanted to, that's impossible, - he said more to him than to her.

Jesse Carter was really a naturally kind person. The young woman stopped crying at the same moment and stared at him with the two cinnamon spheres dancing in a sea of endless waters.

She'd broken Blade's heart in a way that would never have a cure, but every bit of it still desperately needed her, regardless of anything else in the world, or beyond it, maybe, like after death, who knows.

-So you're not going to yell at me? -Swear me or shoot me? Blade looked at her with some guilty for she sawing him as a monster and thought: What had I done to that poor girl always expecting the worst of me.

-If I did not do that when I saw you in that piece of cloth, why would I do it now? - You should ask for your money back because half of the dress must have been in the store. Was she going crazy or was Blade trying to be funny? But it was too serious to make a joke, that sort of thing did not suit him.

-Are you the guy who likes to play with the victim before killing them? Just like cats deal with the poor mice? Know that for me this is the ultimate degree of the evil of a human being. - Jesse's voice was tearful, like a frightened child after she had told her mother that he had readied. Blade let out a macabre laugh amused by her innocence.

-I've been through the last degree of badness long ago, investigator. But I´ll tell you that playing with you today did go through my mind, in many ways.

He looked at the girl's legs, her eyes resting on her thighs longer than necessary. He slowly crawled up her waist, running his tongue over the lips when he saw the tip of one of her breasts swaying inside the side opening of the dress.

- And you would like it very much! -Completely mischievous Blade, full of second, third, and endless intentions. Jesse thanked him for leaning against the wall otherwise she would have run to the floor, melted.

- I did not understand your comment. –Jesse shiny pulled the base of the side of the dress with the intention of hiding the place where he was looking, pretending inocence.

She had understood very well, Blade though.

- Come here! -Blade sat on the bed and held out her hand to his, an oddly calm expression.

Jesse shook her head denying, remaining exactly in the same place. His reaction was completely different from what she was expecting. She thought about at least a chainsaw massacre or a Jack Matador attack.

-Now, - he ordered, with not so calmly face.

Jesse stood up pacing cautiously and sat down beside the thug on the bed at a safe distance.

- Say it. - Jesse wiggled the ring on her finger, demonstrating how much his presence stirred her. It was like going from heaven to hell in a fraction of a second.

- Sit in here! - Blade clasped his hand in his lap, looking at her in complete embarrassment, not knowing what to do. Not knowing if she should really trust this lull.

A betrayed man knows how to lie very well when he is thirsting for revenge was thinking the investigator. Without patience, he picked she up and put it on his lap, without any kind of gentleness.

- That's better! -He wrapped his arms around her waist, bringing her closer to him.

-Why are not you mad at me? - Jesse asked not looking up at him, her eyes still wet. - Look at me! - did not ordered, just asked gently. I am sorry for lied to you! For my father helped destroying your life, taking away the people you loved. -Jesse almost got lost inside those two blue lagoons eyes, beautiful and mysterious a labyrinth full of mysteries that she would give everything to get lost inside for the rest of your life.

-Your father took from me the only people I ever loved, but on the other hand, he brought me you. His debt is paid to me forever. He drew some curls over Jesse's face that was covering the sight of the charming smile he would see in ... 1, 2, 3 ... And there he was, lighting everything around. Blade was honored to be the reason, would be the right thing to say about the bandit at that moment. I always want to see her smiling like this.

-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.