3- We will see us again

Helena's flying kick was accurate in the chest of the man twice her size.

The big Italian fell like a rag doll into a pile of garbage bags.

Helena quickly turned towards the other man who was pointing the gun at her and with another kick from her he sent her gun flying very far away.

The Italian mobster growled, furious that a woman could disarm him so easily, humiliating his masculine ego. The man began to attack the brunette trying to hit his enemy's face, but Helena was faster, thanks to her small stature and thinness, she dodged. with agility each blow just by moving his body from one side to the other.

Iván was still watching in amazement the scene that seemed taken from an action movie with the woman as the protagonist, as if she were an undercover agent pretending to be a prostitute.

He couldn't believe that this woman was hitting hard and without disgust at two men who had prepared their entire lives to be killing machines.

Helena got tired of dodging the man's blows and with a 360 degree turn of her athletic body she kicked him hard in the head, causing the Italian to fall unconscious against the ground like a sack of potatoes.

Helena smiled victoriously, wiping the sweat off her forehead and her hair sticking to her face as she breathed heavily.

She hated violence, she only used it when it was really necessary and this was one of those occasions, because that mysterious man who had ruined her half-hour break would give her the rent money for her business that she so needed.

Ivan moved his black eyes towards the man who had fallen into the pile of bags when he sat up with fury in his eyes.

Helena had her back to the Italian, not realizing that she still had the gun that was now pointed at her head to kill her.

-Careful!- shouted the young gangster.

Ivan ran and grabbed the mysterious girl by her waist, walking away from the bullet with her.

Both fell to the side and a second later Iván rushed towards the man, struggling with him until he took out his weapon and left him defenseless on the ground.

Iván pointed the gun that he had taken from him right in the middle of his forehead.

Helena looked at the scene still on the ground and closed her eyes tightly, she simply could not see the execution of that man, she would only bring back her traumas, those that accompanied her every day of her life.

But when she did not hear the sound of the cannon, she slowly opened her eyes, seeing that the young man kept the gun in her pocket and hit the Italian, knocking him out, but without killing him.

"Damn coward," she growled at her enemy.

Helena watched the back of the young man in the black suit rise and fall agitatedly like a wild animal.

“He's really very handsome,” she couldn't help but think, seeing her inverted triangle torso and those pants... that perfectly squeezed her round and firm buttocks, a heat invaded the young brunette, blushing her cheeks.

“What are you thinking Helena? Forget it! That man is a thug of the kind you hate!” She told him the little voice in her mind.

-Are you OK?

The young gangster's deep, velvety voice brought her back to her senses. When she wanted to notice her, the young man was standing in front of her extending his open hand to help her up.

Helena frowned and moved the man's hand out of her way, standing up on her own.

"I can do it alone," she stated dryly.

"Of course..." the man exclaimed, rolling his eyes.

“The coward must have hidden and gone this way.”

The voice of one of her enemies was heard in the distance.

"Shit!" the young gangster exclaimed in alarm. "Get me out of here!" he ordered.

Helena huffed in frustration.

Wasn't she ever going to be able to get rid of that man?

She took his hand and pulled him through the back door of the bar.

What the brunette did not expect, upon touching and intertwining her hand with the long, whitish fingers of that demon, was for her entire body to scream madly, feeling an electric discharge born from the union of both and reaching her heart. .

Once inside the bar she quickly released her grip as if the young man's cold skin was burning her.

They both sighed in relief when they heard that the Italian gangsters were passing by without realizing their hiding place.

"Okay, I'm leaving," Ivan exclaimed without emotion, adjusting his messy shirt and shaking the dust from his suit.

Helena watched him with a raised eyebrow.

"Where do you think you're going?" She said, crossing her arms.

Iván looked at her in disbelief without understanding what that woman wanted from him.

The brunette's hand appeared with the palm open up in front of him.

"And my payment for saving your ass, rich boy?" He protested.

“Rich kid? How do you dare!"

"Ah... right, your 500 dollars," he exclaimed, mocking the sum.

He took out his leather wallet with the initials “IW” engraved in gold on the flap.

"Here... 1000 dollars, you deserve it," he exclaimed with disdain and superiority.

But Helena didn't take the bills and sent him a furious look. She was not going to accept that man's false generosity.

The young brunette was not an idiot, she knew that this young man was a gangster through and through, you didn't have to be very smart to realize that his entire dark aura screamed it.

The young woman did not plan to owe a cent to those of her type, she already had enough with those who charged her the monthly fee for her business.

"No... I told you 500, no more, no less," he said, crossing his arms.

Ivan couldn't believe how stubborn that woman was.

Refuse free money? But what a fool!

"Whatever you say," he exclaimed, putting away the remaining bills and placing the 500 dollars in the young woman's neckline in a skillful movement.

Helena was scandalized, turning red as a tomato at the shameless audacity of that idiot to brush his fingers against her small breast tight in her silver top.

"How dare you!" She screamed, removing the bills from her bare skin.

No one had ever touched her! That this dangerous man was the first made him nauseous.

Helena raised her open hand and it flew towards the man's face, but the mobster was faster and grabbed her wrist tightly.

"Please, darling..." the young gangster exclaimed with amusement. "Don't tell me that a simple touch embarrasses you." Surely for a good amount you can do much more than that.

"You don't know me, so keep your comments to yourself, rich boy," she exclaimed harshly, releasing her grip.

Ivan couldn't help but smile widely and genuinely.

No one had ever dared to speak to him like that without fearing for his life, everyone was afraid of him, that was the reputation that being a White gave him.

A little honesty didn't hurt his rock-hard heart. That young woman was different, she could see the flame of her passion embodied in her golden eyes.

Suddenly that half-naked woman with samurai skills caught his attention like no woman had ever done.

"By the way, pretty... What's your name?" She exclaimed using her flirtatious voice that put any woman at her feet.

But that young woman did not seem to fall before her sensual and hypnotizing voice, she still maintained her frown like a deep furrow between her eyebrows.

“Doesn't he know how to smile?”

Helena had to use superhuman strength so that her honey-colored gaze did not tremble before the black and penetrating eyes of that man that seemed to read her soul.

She was crazy if she believed that she was going to give him her real name, but she couldn't deny him either, it was best for her not to be an enemy of a man like him.

"Lola," she said without hesitation, using the name of her night dancer.

-Lola how much?

"Shit! Why does she want to know so much about me? Surely it is to tell me to silence”

-Lola García-

"Lola García," the black man repeated, taking the hand of the young woman who felt stiff under his grip and kissed her. "We're going to meet again, Lola..."

Helena's pupils trembled as she felt the heat and humidity of those thin lips of hers against her skin, she swallowed heavily and pretended that her touch had not affected her.

"Don't even dream of it," she spat forcefully. "Now go, I have work to do," she exclaimed, pushing him through the same door through which they had entered.

Helena didn't give him time to react and when Iván turned around to say the last word, the door had already closed in her face, leaving him alone in the alley.

He couldn't help but smile, amused by the woman's rebellious attitude.

Just at that moment his reinforcements appeared, surrounding him protectively.

-Mister! Are you okay? -Asked one of them, checking that his boss's son was safe and sound or his head would roll.

The bodyguard saw how an amused and even lascivious smile appeared on young White's face, showing his bright, white teeth that seemed to have fangs thirsty for that young woman's skin.

-I have never felt better.