by Taylor R. C.
- I bet you threw yourself in the front in my car when Bartor hit you, seeing what you did now, overturned a car and left unharmed. - James said.
- I threw myself ... - Gisele said without humor, being dressed by him back.
- You liar.
- You are also a liar!
She accused and his movements stopped, for Gisele tried to put the blouse alone, hugging herself, the Baron turned his face and got out of the car, taking the driver's seat, with slow movements she sat in the passenger seat.
- Put your belt on, you can roll that car too. - James mocked, Gisele put on the belt and looked back at him.
- Liar and murderer. - She said, James was attentive on the road.
- Why are you saying that?
- How does a Baron have a team more like a militia and shoot cold blood at people?
- I don't know why I would explain it to you?
- You killed him in front of me, I think you could please explain.
- You should say "thank you", I saved your life.
- Thanks. - I said angrily. - You already know who I am, but apparently I don't know who you are!
James was silent, Gisele even thought he wouldn't say anything else, however, he suddenly stopped the car and looked at her with a hard look.
- I don't know who you are, you little bitch, but I never lied, just omit, and I swear to God and the devil that I tried to keep you away, but when I didn't, I did my best to be sincere unlike you!
- And what are you?
- A gangster, a criminal, a mobster, call it what you want.
Gisele just looked at him and then started hitting him again, only this time James grabbed her wrists, pinning her against him, and staring at her in that powerful, dominant way.
- You tricked me! - She said.
"You tricked me first ..." James whispered, and she sighed.
- What are you going to do now?
- Nice bullshit.
And then the Baron kissed her, his lips warm and soft, wrapped around hers and Gisele melted in his arms opening her mouth, letting his tongue blend with hers, leaving the masculine and so characteristic taste to envelop. He let go of her hands, then she hugged him, letting the kiss deepen and from there the world began to finally get on track, now everything seemed to start making sense, but that both felt at home.
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Gisele held the heavy and almost flammable look of the Baron who was sitting on the opposite sofa, she swirled a glass of whiskey served in his hands after she took an ice bath, which was particularly unpleasant, however, she he knew it was the best way to recover his body and his request for bags of ice did not seem to surprise Pottes who promptly prepared everything, James had already made a face of those who "ate and did not like it".
- Are you going to stay there just looking at me like that? - She asked adjusting the band of her robe.
- How many times have you hurt yourself the tip of going to an ice bath?
- Of all you can ask me, why do you ask that?
- I'm starting slowly ... - He spoke through his teeth, she shrugged.
- Enough.
- If we're going to do this ... - He waved between the two. - I want you to tell me everything, because every second I think you're going to stick a knife in my back.
- You don't even have your back! - Smirked, but he didn't seem to find it funny, Gisele sighed. - I never opened up to anyone, it's not easy.
That was indeed true, Gisele always kept a hidden side of her, from everyone, even Oliver she left him out of what he did, she got used to being ambiguous with every person she knew.
- You'll have to open up to me if you want a minimum of confidence on my part, because at this moment there is nothing left! - He stated and Gisele agreed feeling compelled to speak.
- I was left as a child in an orphanage, although I was cute I didn’t have a very good “genius”, but it wasn’t just my fault the inspectors were ... Sons of bitches and I only learned to defend myself as I could, but the people who adopted me ended up returning me several times and you can understand the cycle, however, a boy arrived at the orphanage, became my brother, protected me as he can, we ran away together and started to apply blows, it was from that moment that I found my talent...
James listened to her story imagining a girl with brown hair and green eyes, lost, alone, at the mercy of bad people who clearly helped shape a closed, slippery and scamming woman.
- Why choose this path?
- You never ran out of options, did you? - She looked at him hard. - Have you ever been hungry, or beaten, and had to humble yourself for something? I did, several times, so I decided that I would not go through this anymore and my brother too, you must have heard of him, Oliver Storm ...
- Oliver Storm, the American businessman who married that Italian woman with ties to the mafia? The Baron's voice was charged with disbelief.
- She herself, Beatrice, is a sight to meet you, I can introduce you. - She joked.
James passed his hand over his face, staring at Gisele without believing how small the world was and even more in the highly dangerous connections that the woman had, as it all became more and more surreal.
- Your “brother” is rich, why hit him then?
- He's rich, we followed different paths, I didn't always want to be the burden for him to protect and he had Oliver's talents ... - She laughed remembering him. - I never wanted to get involved with the mafia, for example, but my brother married her, literally ...
- Was there anyone's help with this? - James continued to watch drinking a little, agreeing.
- Benett, he was a partner, he found the targets and I seduced him, but with Lowe I did everything by myself, he was here in London looking for someone, in this case, you are others, Ryan Codes was also on that list.
The Baron was at the same time satisfied, shocked by the banality of how she told everything, there was no hesitation or games, Gisele actually put the cards on the table and for a second he felt like a son of a bitch, however, he knew who needed to do that inquisition, was the only way to decide where to put her in his life.
- Did you get anything with Ryan? - The question cost you a lot.
- No. - She was categorical. - I only had eyes for you, Benett said I was obsessed, I also thought I was, but that wasn't it ...
Gisele looked at her glass, feeling his penetrating blue gaze analyze her, she was feeling exposed, twisted in every way, it was as if she was taking off her “clothes” for the first time in her life.
- You love Me? The question made her face him, swallowing hard.
- Master.
James closed his eyes as if he were absorbing those words while Gisele did the same, but staring at him, feeling his whole chest tighten and expand, delighting in the truth. She loved that Baron as much a liar as she, that wouldn't change for nothing, and when he looked at her again he had a different strength.
- Then you need to know what I am, what I do. James swallowed. - My family has been working in the steel business for years, but our main source has always been the black arms market, supplying the mafia, militias, around the world, my uncle had no children and I inherited all of that, right when it was over. to get engaged, there was an attack by a group that wanted control of the market, my fiancee Eliza was kidnapped because of my fault, I thought I could deal with the situation and in the end I couldn't, her house was attacked, killed and played in front of my house ... The mansion was attacked too, in the shooting my uncle was killed, and from there you can understand what happened, I took everything for granted, and decided that I had to remove everyone I cared about closely, the sister in my fiancee was taken from the country, I keep her, but I don't know her location,
At that moment, everything fell into place for Gisele, all the Baron's oddities and evasions, in his crude, sometimes awkward way, he tried to protect her, so he lied and immediately established absurd rules. She sighed, and then stood up leaving the glass of drink on the coffee table, going to him, s
eeing how tense he was when she sat on his lap, however, he did not refute his touch or dodge, he just waited.
"Did you think I was a naive girl who fell into your clutches?" - She asked caressing his face.
- I thought it was too good for me, I remembered what happened to the last woman I loved.
That fleeting happiness was there again at the prospect of being loved by him, Gisele leaned her forehead against his, absorbing his smell, his warmth with proximity.
- I'm not like Eliza, you've seen it, now you know what I'm capable of, you don't have to protect me or save me.
James couldn't resist anymore, so he hugged her, kissing her mouth, taking advantage of that moment as if it were the last, but it wasn't, and he couldn't let it be.
- Yes, I have to protect you. - James said holding his face and looking into his eyes. - I couldn't live in a world where you're not your little devil, I love you so much!
A sweet smile spread across her lips, reaching her green eyes, making her suddenly more innocent, as if she were sharing a new emotion with him.
- Do you trust me now? - The hope in her voice made James breathless.
- We will have to build trust again, but I love you like crazy, I will always love Gisele!
She hugged him, delighting, feeling tears stain her vision, feeling her whole soul being flooded by that new sensation of knowing that someone loved her even in the face of everything she was and was.
- I love you, James ...
The Baron smiled hugging, closing his eyes and allowing himself to forget everything, and just think of that woman he loved so much.
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That morning James didn't wake up alone, on the contrary, there was a hot weight and smelling of roses on his chest, a smile spread across his lips. He and Gisele had slept hugging each other while he heard her tell about all the places in the world where he passed and applied blows, she was indeed a devil, which made him laugh at himself thinking that she was always his angel, maybe , but a fallen angel, at the end of the story Gisele seemed to have really been made for him, the only woman who could understand him and understand that lifestyle. A knock on the door made him lose his line of thought, so very slowly he got out of bed, watching Gisele move to the side and go back to sleep, while he answered the call.
- What? - He spoke when he saw Pottes with that cynical countenance.
- Jack is here to see you.
- Tell him to wait, I'll be right down. - He sighed.
- Should I send the coffee to the room first? - Pottes offered request.
- No, I'm not on your honeymoon rascal.
- I feel like I'm sir.
- Get out, get out.
Pottes laughed, agreeing to leave him alone, James closed the door and when he turned around he found Gisele sitting on the bed, holding the sheet against her, the sleepy look delivering that she had just woken up, when she smiled the Baron thought his chest was get out of place.
- Good morning, my Baron, you are already frowning, and does that mean problems?
Her. He was all hers, that perception pleased him, and as well as knowing that she was his, because yes, Gisele belonged to him forever, he would love and protect her for the rest of his days.
- I think so, Jack, my right arm is here to see me. - He scratched his head approaching. - I have one more thing to tell you!
Gisele reached out, taking his hand, pulling her close, hugging him, reveling in her strong, naked chest, kissing his neck, she felt at home there.
- Then say ... - Gisele looked him in the eye. - I'm on your side for whatever comes ...
- Comforting and worrying to hear this when I'm in the middle of a crisis, I had attacks, teams died, I still don't know where this is coming from and I'm probably going to go crazy, especially now that you're with me.
He caressed her face and Gisele kissed the palm of his hand, realizing that all those ups and downs, the Baron's disappearances and perhaps the sudden trip had to do with what was happening, this crisis.
"Were you going to get rid of me before you discovered the whole truth?"
- Obviously, I should have done that.
Gisele kissed him slowly, nibbling her lip, before sucking suckily, however she pulled away and the Baron scowled again and she smiled giving him a kiss on the nose.
- I'm not a maiden, James ... You know that if I need to "shoot" I'll shoot, rest assured I'll help you find out what's going on, I'm good at it and if I need to, I can talk to Oliver and Beatrice, despite them be on their honeymoon.
James shook his head laughing at that situation, his angel, he talked about shooting, contacting mobsters, what life was that? A parallel universe? Maybe it was.
- Better to keep these "friends" of crime away from this story.
- If you need help I will not hesitate to ask ... - She said firmly, he agreed stroking her face.
- Was it their wedding you went to? Listening to Jack comment to Pottes about this before Lowe showed up here.
- Yes, I wish you were there, I don't deny it.
- Your brother seems to me a man of courage to marry this woman, Jack says that she is diabolical.
- She is, but my brother is also in his own way, in fact, I believe they were made for each other. - He spoke laughing.
- I get that feeling when I look at you. - James admitted, she smiled.
- What was I made of for you?
- Precisely.
- I begin to think that you were made for me too, Sir. Blackcastle!
James smiled and threw himself on the bed, filling her with kisses.
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Gisele paced back and forth thinking about how she was going to tell her partner that there would be no more scams; "Ah Benett, I fell in love with the Baron, he already knows everything about us, I am consequently rich, but there will be no more coup and I will not take a cent from him." Benett would want to throw her off the nearest bridge, but what would he do? He was with James and now they had set their hands, he knew her, understood her and she couldn't break the fragile confidence that was beginning to shape.
- Some problem?
The Baron asked appeared at the door of the parlor, leaning against the doorframe, crossing his arms in a relaxed posture under the white sweater, he looked more beautiful than her mind remembered, Gisele never tired of watching him and thinking he had having achieved an English prince, perhaps he was like other women after all, he fantasized about a man like him.
- I'm thinking about how to explain myself to Benett, I have to tell you about us and the new terms of our ... Relationship.
- Will he want money? - James didn't beat around the bush.
- It is very likely, it will say that I am trying to do well on my own, and that is actually my face. - She wasn't going to lie. - But I swear I'm not doing it this time!
He agreed, leaving his position, crossing the room in his good calm and dominant way, Gisele sighed and melted in his arms when he wrapped his waist, she lowered her face against his chest taking advantage of his scent, hugging him back, feeling the tender kiss in her hair.
- I'll take care of everything ... Look at me. - Gisele obeyed the sweet command. - Thank you for being sincere, I want it that way.
- There will be no more secrets, James.
James sighed in relief and pressed his forehead to hers, giving a kiss on the corner of her mouth, she closed her eyes smiling, his chest and other parts of her body ached with desire, however she controlled herself, giving only a soft kiss, keeping at a distance, Gisele was still sensitive to the accident and he had something to do, he needed to be focused.
- I'll need to leave!
- Get out? She touched his face and frowned.
- Yes, an unimportant party, but I want to go, I will have some contacts there.
- And I? She raised her eyebrow. - Will let me alone?
- I will! - The Baron didn't even hesitate, Gisele laughed.
- No, no, I'm going with you.
The man denied and
released her, his posture changed quickly and he seemed combative, he clearly wasn't going to change his mind easily, Gisele didn't care anyway.
- Negative, I want you to stay here, I will not expose you, if I show up to you at an event like this it will be like marking you with a huge red “X” Gisele, they can come after you!
Only that mere thought of people, his enemies, made James feel dizzy mixed with his anger. I had already watched someone who loved to die, it wouldn't happen again, even if for that I had to die in the process, I didn't care. He looked at Gisele seeing her very calm, placing his hands on her hips, looking ready to argue.
- Great, if they come after me you get them.
- What? - He exclaimed as if he had been shocked.
- If they come after me I know how to defend myself and you can prepare yourself, a perfect trap because we will be waiting for it to happen.
James shook his head and looked for the sofa to sit on, or rather, collapse there, still not believing what Gisele was suggesting with such excitement and conviction, he can only think that she was trying to test her heart to see if he could handle strong emotions or she had gone crazy.
- Did you hit your head on the rollover?
James asked looking at her still standing, Gisele rolled her eyes closer, kneeling in front of him with her hands on his leg, her green eyes were fixed on his and there was a complacent smile.
- No my love, I am perfectly fine, and you know this can be a good plan if you collaborate.
- I will die if something happens to you. He shook his head. - We won't do that.
- Nothing will happen to me ... - Gisele took his face in her hands. - If we stand here waiting for someone to attack by surprise then something bad can happen to both of us, you know that ...