The Kings of Crime

Chapter 7

“The day seems like an eternity when you're trapped in the clutches of a terrifying psychopathic killer. This is just the first of many days to come. The idea that I lost the game never leaves my head. The idea of the protagonist putting an end to things sucks, but I don't know if I can take it any longer. It’s torturous to be by his side, not just because Souza exudes this demonic aura.”

The silence inside the van for Gabriela, who liked excitement and music, was torturous. For Souza, who appreciated silence, it was pleasant. They hadn't spoken to each other since the blonde's classes ended. She was nervous. He had embarrassed her in addition to humiliating Pedro, who was one of her many admirers. If every time a man was about to declare himself the killer he suddenly appeared and subjected them to that treatment, she would no longer have a fan club. “I’m going to die a virgin and without ever having kissed!” She thought dazedly. Marcel should have appointed someone less crazy to be her security guard, Souza was exactly the profile he hated the most.

“Do you plan to do anything this afternoon?”he asked without looking at her. His tone was that of someone who wasn't interested at all despite the question. He only asked why it was his obligation to follow her wherever she went. Souza liked to plan the itinerary, it would make it easier if she told him what she would do in the afternoon, whether she intended to stay at home or go out. Gabriela mumbled something under her breath that he couldn't hear, she was purposely ignoring him. Then the man spoke again in a dry tone.” I like answers to my questions, little girl.

“Here's your answer, you idiot!” Gabi gave him the middle finger.” And stop calling me little girl, to you I'm Miss Meneses. Do you want me to spell it out? Furthermore, if you haven't noticed, I'm a beautiful, adult woman, I stopped being a little girl some time ago.

“It's not nice for an adult woman to make obscene gestures.

The blonde turned red with anger until the last strand of her hair.

Gabi rested her dark eyes on the automatic wall that separated them from the driver. It was closed and for what she was planning it was perfect, without witnesses. Souza was no longer looking at her, he was once again engrossed in the movement of the street “which was as deserted as before “as if a crowd were passing by. He looked apathetically away from the glass when he smelled the sweet scent of flowers dangerously close to him. For the first time since she had met him until a few hours ago, her face was confused in front of the blonde.

Gabriela had a sensual smile on her pink lips. She blinked her long eyelashes slowly revealing her incredibly blue eyes with an indecipherable shine. She placed both hands on his shoulders as she gently sat on his lap. One leg on each side of the killer's body. That position caused the skirt she was wearing to rise a few more centimeters, revealing practically all the skin on her white thighs. One of his hands slid over his tie, holding it with some force, while the other ran his long nail gently over the tattoo he had on his left arm.

Souza looked at the woman sitting on him in amazement. I didn't imagine she would take such an action. Gabriela was light, her weight was barely felt by him, but her curves were defined. He brought his face a little closer to hers as he was pulled by his tie. At the same time, the always cold eyes fell on the pink and fleshy mouth, it was wet and half-open as if asking him to kiss it. The fingers that previously felt on the tattoo moved across the corner of his face and stopped at the male lips that outlined it. He visualized her biting her own lip in a nervous gesture. An imperceptible smile appeared on his face. The initial trance had passed when he noticed her intentions. How foolish she was, he thought. But if Gabriela wanted to start a game then he would participate, emerging as the winner.

“You will see that I am a grown woman at any cost.” She wished he would stop at that moment and he would go back to calling her LITTLE GIRL. She didn't want the killer to see her in that childish way, she wanted him to notice that she was a desirable woman.

That she, as a great hottie, could have any man she wanted, even him.

Gabriela's reasoning was interrupted when she felt two cold, rough hands slide volubly over her thighs. The bold hands found shelter under the skirt on the side of the buttocks, gripping the flesh tightly. The blonde opened her dark eyes wide and saw the killer's expressionless face. I wanted to curse him, call him depraved or something like that, but he couldn't muster any reaction. The hair on her body stood on end as the frigid hands on her hot skin held her tightly.

Unexpectedly he threw her on the car seat making her fall lying down. Still holding her by one of her thighs, he bent over her, placing himself between the young woman's legs. Gabriela let out a moan that she herself couldn't tell if it was from fear or desire. The lips were close to each other, close enough for Gabriela to begin to imagine what the killer's kiss would be like. Soft? Aggressive?Pulcro?Lawd?

“Seeing you up close until you're not ugly.” His eyes fell on her lips where her hot breath hit his face. It was visible on the blonde's face that she was nervous and even anxious about the position and situation they were in.” But she still remains a spoiled and rebellious little girl.

She did not answer. She was drowning in the dark threads that fascinated her, they had a good smell that reminded her of musk. Her breathing still altered, her body shivering and her lips parted wanting more than just his gaze.

The car stopped, warning that they had already arrived at the Meneses' house. Souza quickly got up off the blonde and opened the van door, getting out of it and waiting outside for Gabriela, who was trying to compose herself. Gabriela sat down and placed her hand on her heart, it was racing, if she had a heart attack she wouldn't be surprised. Heavens, what hands were those? And what a wonderful scent! He was definitely a tempting man. “Gods for a minute I wanted him to kiss me, I think I need a psychiatrist, I need to be hospitalized, now”. She told herself, trying to erase the sensations that Souza's touch had caused in her, that she wished for his death, not the kisses.

“Miss Meneses, aren't you going to get out?”asked the driver who had already had the car door open for a few seconds waiting for the blonde to get out.

Gabi got out of the car and looked for the image of the killer. He was with his arms crossed looking at the Meneses' house as if nothing had happened.