Unrepentaint. Impenitenti

"Next," I provoked. His index finger rested on my collarbone and began to drag himself up to the crook of my neck. "Tell me that is Caden's what you want. That it is to him that you think of, when no one is watching you".

"No... I'm just mad".

" I"underlined. "I am angry. Someone wants to hurt you and you hunt always in danger. So now get

patience."

There was a long moment of silence. He and I, we fronteggiammo chin high, none of the two wanted to hold back. I more than him.

I felt a deep hostility towards her after what she had done to Caden, even though I knew that he had to defend myself. But anyone else would have given him a punch or would simply intimidated.

The way in which Davil instead, he grabbed the head and had banged his head on the wall I had made her squirm with fear.

Fortunately, Caden was good and I didn't have a dead conscience, not yet, at least. But he had to understand that he couldn't do what he wanted. And as I had managed River, I could handle anyone else. I had no need of a father protective.

Fair, answered him again: "No." I was sure that would be sparks fly from those pupils encourage, but with quick movements, she put me immediately silenced. I hoisted it on his shoulder just as he had to take me away from the hallway where he was Caden and regardless of the dress revealing my panties, I planted upright in the passenger seat, despite my cries of dissent.

Closed the door to the safe, could not get out. And before I could reach the place of the driver, he had already got in the car, he closed the door, and had put in motion.

"Are you mad?" I cried. My hair

fell messy on the face, in the meantime he accelerated and changed his gear, his gaze fixed on the road.

We make the rules, now," he said, cryptically.

The road stretched out under the car in the pitch dark, there were no other vehicles around, and soon forgot the streets inhabited for us between the thick skeins of trees typical of Vermont.

"No more kisses to the cock of compagnetti school."

Not asked me a single glance, staring at her the way. His hands seemed to be covered in black goo, but they were only the gloves.

Even if they were hidden, I could see the way the disease with which they were clutching the steering wheel.

"Explain to me why it gives you much hassle?" I was furious, no one had the right to tell me what to do or not to do. Let alone him. "I kiss who I want." "No" I redarguì. "Those lips are closed forever." "You're a psychopath". "You're a little girl."

He struck his fist on the steering wheel and for a moment, hearing the car horn trumpet, I felt a thrill of fear percorrermi the back. I imposi to keep calm, while he resumed talking.

"Why don't you understand that I'm trying to protect you?"

"Because I don't need your protection!" I could not understand why he was so keen to keep me in the eye. I understood very well that the nature of his work could push it towards certain attitudes, even taking into account the scene of the crime in which the game master had involved both. But I didn't understand all that perseverance.

"If there had been, what would have happened?" He added then. "If I'd arrived in time as you put your hands on him..."

"Someone would go from there, I would have called for help if he had stretched too hands".

He did not answer, but I could see on his face that I was bringing to the limit. The lower jaw is pulled back, eyes bloodshot and hair tousled. And even so, he was an angel by the wings stained with black blood. One of those without empathy, but a beauty apocalyptic.

I realized only at that moment that the speed of the car was well over the threshold granted by road signs. Davil had put up the fifth and ran as if we were on a freeway.

"Slow down, please." Tilted neck, and only

in that moment, he looked at me again. "And if they do?" His thigh moved, and I understood that he was pressing even more pressure on the accelerator. "Who will be here? Who to ask for help?"

"I get the concept, now slow down". The pine

trees stand out to the sides of the road, ru

would have happened if another car had passed there. The Camaro black was going too fast.

The heat that I had felt just before, with him in the dark room, it was completely switched off by the rain of cold sweat that came upon me. All my muscles are straining to cope with the performance of the vehicle and to the terror that I ran inside.

"If you don't stop soon, we will end up schiantarci". I tried to do this reason, while to grasp with the hands on the seat below me, in a vain attempt to keep myself firm.

"I can't" he said with a cold tone, different from before.

"Why?" I asked, exasperated. Praying with the eyes of me listening.

"Can't you see, why has the headlights off. Do not turn around". Then leaned his head toward the rear-view mirror. At the begi

"Someone is following you".

Chapter 15

Cosmic feelings

Edward, of the aurora borealis,

I will be the fox that you turn on.

Kerys

Chevrolet Camaro ' 69 roared at a speed that I was not certain he was granted after all those years of activity. I felt the seat beneath me tremble. Davil was focused on the paved road in front of us.

We were now immersed in the bush and there seemed to be no way out. In some moments it seemed to me almost that we had sown those who stood behind it, but then that reflection you made new vivid through the rearview mirror. I was

wondering where we would be finished at the end of that road.

There was no more time, we could not sow who followed us in any way. We had to do something.

"Where you keep the gun?" I asked him.

Davil let out an amused smile. "What would you do?

Shoot him?"

"Something like that". Shaking off the shoulders. "Then?" "Do I look like one who goes around with a gun?" "Do not do it all?

When you are behind the serial killer and these things here?"

"No, I don't have a gun." He pressed the foot on the accelerator down. "The gun is the weapon worse, you should know that".

"If it's self-defense..." "Yes, of course. Go on to explain that you have a dead conscience for self-defense,

for the most killed by a bullet that could very

well colpirgli a point of the body less lethal."

"Well, I think that you should collect the same." "I do not do anything, of a gun," he said, gruff. "Is the means easier to get caught, do not you explained Bonavick?"

I didn't think that someone could give lessons of criminology and guide to over one hundred and eighty miles an hour at the same time, but he was in grade, apparently.