Heart Darkness
Chapter 115 Falling Slowly, Ireland!!!

"Hellton's?! Unhand me!"

Irish was just a shout of the word from earlier while struggling with all her might down from the stocky shoulders of Hellton. The body of the Irish is carried casually while the other hand pulls the Irish suitcase.

"Hellton Pascalito, you fucking Devil! Damn you, motherfucker! Unhand me! Why is there a human like you on this earth? Let go of me, I gotta go. Hellton, please!" irish Bella's screams are getting worse.

The Irish makian clearly broke the silence at the small airport. Irish was still trying to escape Hellton who was hugging the strong thighs, waving hands hitting the wind behind Hellton's big shoulders. The glasses had come off somewhere, while the shawl flew in the wind. Moreover, the anger was growing.

"Stop pissing me off, Irishak! My mood is really bad. You're very good, make me angry!" hellton is impatient. Recalling how Irish had fooled her, the man grumbled. "You eat a lot of food and take medicine and pretend to sleep to trick me, Irish? You really pissed me off, Irishak!"

"You're the one who stopped pissing me off!" snapped Irish. "You motherfucker, Hellton. I have to go! Let me go! What do you want, you son of a bitch!"

Hellton reaches for the car, opens the front door and throws Irish on the bench violently.

"You devil, you fucking criminal, what do you want? I'm gone and you're free to commit your crimes, I don't care about you! You're a psychopath, Hellton Pascalito, "Irish screams to slap his face in front of him.

"You want to run to the Irish border? I saved you," said Hellton, putting his seatbelt on.

"Save me?" Irish laughed discordantly, her shoulders shaken by the pressure of depression. How could he end up in the hands of model man Hellton Pascalito? Soon the laughter stopped. Hellton bent over him quickly like a hungry lion grabbing a tender prey, poking his lips firmly. Irish is wide-eyed, the devil is doing it again. Irish balked, trying to evade but Hellton Pascalito was a very, very forced man who did not like to be rejected. Possessively beating him so that Irish could not breathe, hitting the man's chest as an order to stop.

"Beeeer,he, stop!!!"

No matter how wild the possessive lover moves, the man circles his lips in intimidation with pressure and complete control until the Irish only have to breathe without any additional movement, because otherwise, even one short scream then he would die out of air.

"My patience is very thin, Irish! I get angry too!"

Hellton stopped letting Irish sigh before tightening the safety rope. He looked at Irish stabbing right in the bead of the woman's eyes, very close. Hellton's breath blew fast and strong on his thin jawed face and sensual lips full of high allure; irish Bella had the innate ability to enchant people, the type of male conqueror. Hellton had some Irish elements, they were both haughty, prestige and conqueror.

The depth of the fierce Irish eyes defied, it was hard to guess what the Irish were thinking. The woman was very seductive as a twitching tyrannical jaw swore at her. The sharp highlight of gray was more fierce, unafraid of him even though he was very savage, more piercingly stared at directly than he had seen on the glass screen when the woman appeared there, she said, increasingly buai wild desire in themselves to drown with Irish. However, conquering Irish in bed does not mean Irish in his grasp. Helton felt like clinging to a slippery edge, the more Irish wanted to run away from him and the more he wanted to tighten his grip.

Irishak is judged by many men, many who pursue him. One country knows Irishak Bella who charms the opposite sex with a casual feminine side and intelligence as well as a controversial charm of courage. The Mafia was furious with him but did not dare to mess around because the government protected Irishak. He is free under the intuitive eyes of the mafia who are ready to pounce on him one day. How this woman has become the target of criminals of one country even dirty businessmen vying for her. The magic happened, there's a gap now find Irishak unattended. Everyone is competing to throw a relay, extend the run to the finish line and Irish Bella is the trophy.

Irishak Bella has a hot love story with some rich businessmen, famous directors and even television station owners, but the woman is happy to let them crawl at her before kicking them all the way.

Irish only looks close to Carlos Adelberth. They're like lovers. But who cares, Hellton cares? No. gabe. He slept in Irish and found the woman to be a virgin. That's a sign Irish and Carlos aren't on serious track. Carlos is involved with a lot of state affairs and it looks like Irishak is not a top priority. The gossip media revealed the fact of the rivalry between Irish and Oriana in everything including the attention of Carlos Adelberth. Hellton thought that might be the reason Irishak was so brave, Carlos had always been a shield to protect himself.

Irishak doesn't really have a lover, he just plays around with a few targets to lock them in before shooting them right to make them flounder out of breath. He even dated the men to throw them one by one behind bars. However, Irish seems to like Elgio Durante, Aruhi's husband. Irishak has a portrait of Elgio Durante in the form of a sketch in his bedroom, made by Al Shiva. So, Irishak Bella likes her husband? Aruhi also seems very angry when she finds out that Elgio is hiding Irish.

"You know, some mob found your location today? The news spread quickly. The apartment, your parents, your relatives, and right now they know you're going to the border, you know what's going to happen? You'll be lost without a trace there. You don't have an Irish hideout" Hellton said under pressure.

"I don't care, my life has ended in your hands. I don't care if I get killed on the run" said the Irish. "I'd rather be killed for nothing than to be in your grip!"

"Is that so? So, you don't mind if someone catches you?" asked Hellton coldly. It will stop on a slippery handle. The man spoke. "Can I leave you to them?"

Their eyes met, the Irish did not want to budge. The ego prevents him from bowing to Hellton. As if Hellton's words weren't booze, one bonnet-less car was seen moving quickly from outside the airport fence, several men were standing with long barrels in hand and they looked like they wanted to catch someone.

"You seen? Well, out! Face them and I'll go!"

Hellton returns to her, unbuckles her seatbelt and forces Irish out of the car. Irish did not hold back the anger that was stirring within her.

"You fucking asshole, if you just let me go, I don't have to face your stupid colony! You made things complicated for me! Oh, you really .. aarrrggghhh ...."

"I'm leaving! Good bye Irish! You know, you're gonna see they take each other out to get you because somebody put a high price on what got you!"

"You fuck, Hellton! I should've reached the border and disappeared."

If Hellton hadn't prevented him from leaving, the Irish would have flown and fled. The man trapped her in the airport without help and Hellton suddenly offended by her words and would leave her at the airport.

"You fuck, Hellton. God damn you in hell!" maki Irish hopes Hellton hears her call.

Hellton went behind the steering wheel without a care and turned the car around. He literally left Ireland on the side of the runway and the gangsters who saw the Irish flustered cheered happily as if they had the most beautiful gift of their lives.

The woman, standing at the airport while it was near noon. The blue sky was suddenly grayed by the clouds marching exactly the same as his heart. It breathes but it's as tight as if oxygen has turned into highly toxic carbon dioxide in the lungs. Sit him limply on a suitcase resigned to his fate. Not looking a bit at the departure of Hellton, hoping Hellton's car crashed on a side of a cliff and the man was torn to shreds at the bottom of the ravine.

There's something strange here, why aren't the prosecutors looking for him? Why didn't the investigators, police and police come to his rescue? Why didn't the government find him and protect him? Are they offended by ignored phone calls? He wanted to call Carlos, shaking the dial on the phone as the mob got closer to him. The man's number is no longer active, not inactive but his number cannot make calls. He called some contacts that could be helpful and emotionally strained.

"Oh shit, why is my number suddenly blocked?" it was when a notification message came in that his phone number was blocked long-term. "Am I a criminal?" yells at the cell phone.

The gangsters jump out of the car with guns and the Irish are just watching them hoping he has a bomb in his body that can explode.

"Cursed devil you, Hellton."

Some of the men were near her while others stood guard near the car.

"Follow us, Miss!"

"No. I have to go" said the Irish. He'll make the calculations with Hellton later. But it looks like he won't survive this time.

"Bring him!"

The weapons on the mount to him and he stood upright, he would find a way later to escape, he was used to being held, to run away, to escape. A man pushed him violently until he fell down. His chin was scratched on the concrete runway.

"This woman got us in trouble!"

"Yes, but we just have to take him alive!" They argue with each other.

Someone is going to pull him up. That's when Hellton's car came back, his roar for all who were there to turn away. Hellton wanted to leave but he was very sensitive to something that made him possessive. That something was Irishak Bella, that haughty woman. Hellton stopped his car right next to Irish, got down from there, and pulled out a big bag of money that was instantly thrown at the gangsters.

"That's a lot more than the highest bidder has bid for! This woman belongs to Hellton Pascalito. Dare to touch it means you're dealing with me" Hellton said, unceasingly pulling the gun and footprints of the man who pushed the Irish down. His friends point guns at Hellton but hesitate.

"Mr Hellton Pascalito?" Some of them look at each other, code.

"Yes, tell your boss. Get your hands off her!"

"But Mr ...."

"I'm very temperamental! Get out of here before I get mad!" Lifting the gun and shooting three times for warning when he saw the mules shaking.

The gangsters are still there with a lot of consideration. Then when one of them was shot in the chest from a distance by an unseen person, they immediately raced back to the car and immediately turned around to leave.

"What other complicated things do you want to see, Irishak?"

Hellton crouched down on the Irish side, grabbed the phone, pulled out the memory card, and threw it against the airport's perimeter wall, smashing it to pieces. He returned to Irish, held his chin and observed before stomping violently. He hooked the Irish arm to support the woman awake.

Irishak tried to resist Hellton's help but the man held his arm tightly to go to the car and came back shocked when another mob came from the entrance of the airport parking lot as if to hunt.

"You seen? A lot of people want you, I can't possibly feed them one by one with millions of Euros to get you, I'm not that loyal. Swallow your haughty mouth was Irishak before I forced you!" said ketus.

Hellton dragged Irish into the car, fastened the seat belts and fastened them. It was so tight that Irish grimaced. The man then went to the back with a turbid look and took out a rocket weapon. Back in the middle of the car, open the middle hood, carry the heavy weapon on his shoulder and without wasting time the first car gunner.

The sound of a rocket bullet followed the sparks as it shot off rapidly danced in the air. It was inevitable, hitting the first car. The explosion was devastating, the car was lifted and smashed to pieces. The gangsters are thrown out of the car. One more shot sizzled, the second car exploded and the people on top of the car flew off. Irish is totally out of his way. What a Pascalito.

Their car was shot at by the one who was still breathing. Hellton came back with a long barrel and finished them off one by one until there was nothing left. Flames were blazing up into the sky that was starting to cloud. Irish shuddering. How easily lives seem to be turned off. In the crime room things like Hellton Pascalito showed him as if they were common. The man closes the hood of the car hard, goes behind the wheel, growling while turning the car's steering wheel.

"I'm so impatient Irishak! They're also impatient to catch you and I'm killing a lot of people today to save you. So, if I find you laughing like that again, I'll really make you not talk anymore."

Driving at high speed, forcing the Irish to hold on tight.

"You can't be exposed for a while or you can go after the Mafia the way you want, I support you!"

"Are you in a trance?" ask Irish cynical.

Hellton couldn't show it openly, but deep down in the recesses, he was suddenly very possessive of Irishak. He did not like Irish to ignore him, it made him very offended, angry and disturbed. He can't say he loves Irish, he doesn't believe in love. There is no love in the dictionary of his life. Love is just a child's toy. Making love is a biological need, physical demands and love is a psychological need but he has no such demands. The woman ran off with a painter after dipping her every night and saying love among the intoxicating sweet scents. He was never rude when he was with his woman but he was betrayed. Hellton Pascalito never believed in love.

"Did you bring Elgio Durante to justice as a witness because you were heartbroken at unrequited love?"

"Be quiet, it's none of your business!"

"Do you believe she's your future lover?"

"You checked someone else's records?"

"I investigate and look at the woman I'm sleeping with!"

Irish turned to Hellton how she wanted to stab the man in the neck until he bled out. All right, he's gonna drag Hellton to bed, make the guy want him there, slack on him half-dead and strangle the guy to death after they're done with each other. That crazy idea flashed to and fro inciting him.

"Never do that, Irish?" Hellton looked right in order to find himself nervous.

"You ....!"

"Don't even think about dragging me to bed, making love to me and killing me! You're not gonna do that!"

"You ...."

"You'll be crazy about me later, Irishak!"

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Hellton and Irishak, adult romance stories that bar-bar and like I don't avoid writing wild about them.

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