<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #80FF80">Carlos Delgado</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/75418b36-82bd-4b2f-bdff-d44eb7e2deaf_zpsb78abdde.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Carlos had half expected that she would try to bite his lips in revenge, but she eagerly returned the kiss, tired and hungry at the same time. Her body moved closer to his, searching for the warmth, for the security. Then as if someone had switched on the light, the magic was gone. Her lips parted and she started crying, it were silent tears, but her shivering body under his hands told him enough of the story. Nevertheless she pulled herself closer to him. Carlos had no idea what was going on in her, but he believed her to be desperate. Desperate about her life, her faults, her choices and... him. <br/><br/>Honestly Carlos had no idea what to do with Lea. He had liked her once, had tried to win her over, but she had always shied away. When her problems started he had played them down as temporary, when she got her first warning for drug use, he had been furious. He hated junkies and Lea wasn't the type for that anyway. But she had consequently cut him out of his life and he had to make a decision. To save someone who was some ungrateful, depressive bitch or to do as she wished and to keep out of her life. He had chosen the second one and he had done so consequently that it had looked like some mania too. He had burned all contact numbers and addresses, had thrown out all picture were she was in too and he had picked new pubs and diners to go to, to avoid running into her. If anyone mentioned her in talks, he had walked away. She stopped existing to him and he had been sure to never see her again - until he had seen her in the club with her dilated pupils and her bare breasts. He had wanted to punish her for what she had done to him. But now, he wasn't sure at all about his feelings for her. Something deep inside cared for her. His darker side wanted to hurt her still. <br/><br/>His hand stroked her hair tenderly to calm her down, while mentally he imagined how he could punish her some more. He had a twisted personality, he enjoyed control and power and he wanted to make women fear him...but at the same time he felt very protective for someone who was really submissive to him. Well, he had time to find out. For now he had to guard her to keep her safe from that killer. He would stay this night and tomorrow and he would accompany her to the club tomorrow night. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Hush, don't cry, Lea. I keep you safe."</span><br/><br/>Those words out of the mouth of the man who had hit her bloody and abused her sexually must have sounded like irony...or like a threat.</div>