Heart Darkness
Chapter 135 Sensual in Arrogant ....

"Where are you taking me, Hellton?" irish asked easily angrily at Hellton Pascalito when she found them entering the old district that its inhabitants had abandoned due to a land dispute. Irish wanted to curse but Hellton read no quarrel.

Or the man is evading, otherwise, Hellton is sure to throw Irish into bed once more and will just stop making love when Irish is bruised. Hellton Pascalito gritted his teeth, controlled himself. Irish does not know that the more Irish open his mouth, the more he is instigated and he will increasingly want to silence Irishak.

They head to an unfinished, abandoned and unkempt building in a dead city. Irishak finds himself astonished when Hellton opens an old gate between the bush and the weeds, drive the car there. In the empty, silent first-floor parking lot without much light, the car passed through a dark alley before going behind bars.

"Come out, you'll be staying here for a while" Hellton said while Irishak was worried.

"What is this place?" Irishak. The blocks containing the buildings along the streets looked like a real place for ghost hunting. Irishak even found him horrified as if there were astral beings around him.

"Hellton, what is this place?"

The man did not respond. His face darkened, always gloomy as if harboring millions of sadness and anger but also looked haughty not to be touched. Characteristic of true super masculinity with a thick beard along the jaw, small eyeballs under the shade of natural bushy eyebrows and classic hairstyles, the more condensed "The Real Bad Boy" at Hellton with a slight scratch wound under the elongated neck. The man seemed to be spending his life with a lot of fighting. Irish clucked, who is this guy exactly? He never heard of Hellton Pascalito when he was a journalist.

"You're going to hide here, Irish," said Hellton short. "Temporary time."

"Well, how long?" he asked more of himself but was heard Hellton.

"Looks like you haven't been sensitive to your situation Irish."

"Not so, I want to get out of this country and go somewhere. I'm sick of criminals being with you, too" Irish replied sounding real nauseous.

"It's all your fault, Irishak. You're fishing and now everyone's hooked, what do you expect? My business is even topsy-turvy because I'm busy with you."

"If you let me go, there's nothing this complicated!" Irish talk half screaming in anger.

"Stop growling at me Irishak. You know that the end won't be good for you" urged the man not to be provoked.

Hellton did not want to argue, nodding at Irish to get out of the car immediately and leading the woman to the elevator. The scrap metal ring sounded faint. They're down, not up. So does that mean they're going underground? Irishak held his breath. Hellton's really gonna hold him? Aging with the Devil makes Irish increasingly bristling.

"You're crazy, Hellton! You locked me in the basement?"

Is Hellton Pascalito really a Devil? He even has the strangest place to live in the world.

"Oh come on, Irishak. Stop talking 'cause your babbling makes me sick."

The elevator doors were pushed rough and Hellton Pascalito pushed the password on the smart door lock in the dark room. The door opened but it was just as dark inside.

"You're gonna live there?" hellton asked when he found Irish just pensive, hesitating at the door. "As far as you are! I used to torture people I didn't like over there" Hellton added, nodding his head to the right, on one dark side, before stepping arrogantly into the darkness. He scares the Irish who instantly jerk up and run after but late, the door closes. Irish exasperated.

"Oh shit ...." Irishak's fur stood up because it was very scary in addition to the smell of the earth, I don't know, mud or something. The smell of rancid, damp, wet, Irish is approaching the door.

"Fuck, open the door!" his screams returned to him. Irish approach the smart lock and led flickering of the object to help him pick the numbers listed in his memory.

"17071997"

The door opened, by a row of numbers, the cipher of his birth. A bright light shone in there because the man had turned on the lamp. So, the man didn't lie when he said his apartment code was Irish's date of birth. Hellton turned around as Irish stood at the entrance, observing the woman for a moment before nodding to one of the rooms.

"You won't get out of here until your situation is safe. I'll take care of the rest. Stop running Irishak! At least tell me where you're going!"

Outside it is very creepy but inside the scenery is really different. Irish frowned because it seemed to enter into one of the most luxurious dwellings in the world. Hellton Bak residence from one of the apartments in Tower Center Park is dominated by wood and marble. It even has a mini bar, billiard room, gym room visible from the arrow directions.

"Are you going to stay there?" Hellton picked up a drink and sipped. "I'll leave you here for a while."

"Where are you going?"

"You want to know? I'm a busy Irishak man!" Hellton approached and each of the men moved towards Irish, becoming alert.

"I can't stay here alone! You can hide me at the farm!"

"And easy to get rid of? That whatyouwant? What are you afraid of, Irish? You want to go back to your apartment?" ask Hellton flat. "Go if you're bored here!"

"If you'd let me go earlier, I might have reached the border."

"Irishak ..," said Hellton quietly, go to Ireland, take off the jacket. Throw it on the couch and remove the shirt buttons until it's done. "Stop nagging me!" he added flat, throw the shirt. "Use the kitchen if you're hungry, everything you need is in the cooler. I'll take a shower and go! If you run away this once, I won't find you or save you!"

Hellton turned around and his jaw was stiff and his fist was more like self-control because he wanted to drag Irishak. Hellton literally left Irishak in his dwelling after exchanging clothes and then disappeared somewhere. Irish was confused in that place. Finally he spent the day checking the television, follow the progress from there. No one talks about the mafia, the mafia manhunt or the news about him disappearing. The news only contains conflicts on the East Coast.

Four days passed ....

Hellton Pascalito is still missing. I don't know what that guy was doing. Irish cook something in the kitchen, not much, because he is not good at cooking. The television kept on burning. Irish can't think about what to do. Will he just face the mafia? Or just keep hiding? His mother must be nervous right now because she hasn't heard from him.

News caught his attention.

"A group of young girls who disappeared a few weeks ago were released today by local authorities. Police said the girls had been kidnapped and held for days under a basement and raped by a 56-year-old pedophile man. Its existence was revealed after an anonymous account using the Dare Devil user ID, send the location and some photos of the identity of the perpetrators of captivity to the State authorities. The perpetrator was snatched by a local officer while attempting to escape."

Irish observes the profile and finds the name of one of the girls she's been looking for all along.

"Is Hellton?" ask him to yourself. Who Hellton really is.

Irish grabbed the suitcase, opened it and took out the laptop. When successfully turned on the laptop captures a locked WiFi signal.

"We need a password?!"

Irish entered her date of birth as she did on the smart lock earlier but was rejected. Irish thought hard.

Hellton's?!

No

Damnified devil?!

No

"Where does someone create a password that's self-defeating?" irish Guman.

"Daredevil?!"

No

Try it with his own name.

Irish

Amazing ..., WiFi is directly connected. Without wasting time Irishak typed the name Hellton Pascalito in the search engine.

Not Found ....

"Who are you?!" ask Irish.

Switch to a constantly blinking mailbox. Many notifications coming in. He should have done it two days ago check the laptop and read the email. One message that caught his eye the most, he soon forgot to check Hellton's identity.

"Missing You Honey - Mom."

Fast as lightning read email messages.

"Irish, where are you? Let's meet, honey. Miss you. Come to our favorite place. I'm always waiting for you and I'll be home when I see you."

Irish check date finds that message from new mom sent a few hours ago. He thought for a moment. If he goes from Hellton's apartment, then he's sure there's going to be a lot of fighting criminals out there. Oh, my God, stupid. He missed his mother and the woman must have been worried about his condition. The news that he was missing from government surveillance must have reached Mother and the poor woman must have been moping around thinking about his condition. Without weighing any further, the Irish waited for the dark to come out of hiding.

It was scary as he walked out of the Hellton residence, took the elevator, passed the dark, gripping hallway and opened the gate that squeaked horror. Gosh darn. No less terrible when he wandered on a nearly dark day on the streets of a dead city overgrown with weeds. Some street children, homeless look gontai come to an abandoned place. Perhaps, they would take cover behind the wall for a cruel cold thunder. Irish dipped to hold Hellton's scarf she found in the man's residence.

There are rarely taxis passing in this quiet place, even almost nothing. So, he walked halfway through running until his calves tightened. Accelerate the step, saliva is gulped wet the esophagus is dry due to walking too far. I don't know how long, until he finally found the streets of the country. Stopped at the roadblock, Irishak waiting for a taxi. Several taxis passed but did not stop when he waved with a smile. They even looked strangely at him. What the hell's going on? Sumringah was engraved as a taxi came and stopped. The woman hurriedly went up.

"I'm sorry about that, miss. You're human, right? Not some kind of ghost?"

"What do you mean, Sir?" So this is the reason no taxi would stop. "Sir, I was with my boyfriend. But we had a little chat and he dropped me off halfway to the old district. I walked on foot until I got here."

Is Hellton Pascalito some kind of half-human Devil? He even has a grave to hide from and shit because Irish doesn't know who that guy really is?

"I'm sorry, Miss! Because you are as narrated in urban legends that often disturb riders who pass on these streets. Women around 26 years old, pale and very beautiful."

Irish laughs, "Non sense. Do I look like a ghost?" Irish think of the taxi driver and reflect. Surprised himself. Quickly, he was thought to be a ghost, his face was very pale. "My face is pale because I always stay up late. Look, I'll pay you dearly. Just take me to Oranjje Bakery because my mom's waiting."

"Of course, Miss!"

Hellton Pascalito returns to the underground after working two days of relentless work to follow someone. He also had to go to the office the next two days for an important meeting. He was very tired because he was also a severe insomniac. The man quickly cursed furiously when he could not find Irish in the basement while the laptop lit up in the living room. Hellton checks and finds emails that might lure the Irish out. The man was furious but did not want to act. He'll let Ireland be the months of criminals, leave it alone. That woman is too stubborn. Maybe when he is really targeted and locked up, the new Irish will give up. Hellton went into the bathroom, turned on the shower and tried to divert his attention from Irish. Water wet his hair. Does the woman still have the guts while she sees for herself how criminals hunt her?

However, the brave but careless Irish were deeply troubling to Hellton. The man punched a strong wall because when the shadow of Irish was pushed violently and fell down while at the airport for him to ride the black. He doesn't like someone to bother Irish. Only he, the only man on the face of the earth, can torture Irishak Bella. He doesn't need a reason to do that. Hurriedly, the man came out of the bathroom, got dressed and picked up a weapon.

He checked the emails one by one with cold eyes.

"Irish's favorite place and his mother's?"

Hellton checked Instagram that wasn't logged out. It did not take long, the man found that Irish and her mother often made arrangements to spend time at Oranjje Bakery in the corner of the city. Hellton, who could not understand why he was so possessive of Irish Bella, sped on the streets while studying the location of Oranjje Bakery. All right, he'll keep an eye on Irish from there and move when that woman's in danger.

Oranjje Bakery before night looks crowded. The bakery did not seem to be taking away, some customers were seen hanging out and Irish Bella was sitting in the shop alone with an anxious look.

"He's not even in disguise" Hellton lamented. "Isn't he very smart? What the hell is he doing? Didn't she know that her mother was probably followed by some people?"

A hooded woman approached, sitting behind Irish, it looked like it was Irish Mother. A few thugs appeared outside the shop. Hellton observes the situation, too many visitors. They couldn't create a scene without attracting attention, so just keep watch outside the store, maybe wait for Irish to leave the store. Someone made a call and talked seriously on the phone.

Five minutes after the phone was turned off, a police car approached the store. A man in uniform came down from there and entered the store towards where Irish was, showed an identification tag then politely asked Irish to come along.

Hellton observes; the hot Irish Mother. The hands of the two women were intertwined as if they did not want to separate or the mother had a premonition. Irish was driven into a patrol car and left the shop.

Hellton Pascalito follow the car accompaniment. Irish is being taken out of town. The road leads to a place, where the mafia often executes enemies or traitors; sand dredges. The Irish would be transported in sharp fangs backhoe or bulldozer thrown into the tunnel before being stockpiled with the sand of a full truck. He had to prevent the Irish from getting to the dredging ground because he himself would have trouble dealing with so many mafia in the place. Or, just let Irish see how badly they want her dead.

Why did that woman screw herself up? Hellton couldn't wait to know about Irish. He drives the car to maximum speed, prepare the weapons and align his car with the last car. He fired at the driver until the car lost control and then fell to the side of the road. The car in front of the conscious immediately lowered the glass and shuffled the shot. Hellton aimed a shot at the car tyre until it deflated and smashed. They started firing back before the patrol car stopped as it almost lost its balance.

Hellton got out of the car, sniffed, there was no sign the car ahead was going to attack. He approached.

"Look at your hand, man!"

Someone showed up with a gun on Irish head. The other police officers followed behind the car. Hellton observes his bad position.

"Oh, Come! I thought you were an honest cop, Matt!" greet Hellton when you see who the man who is pointing at Irish. Irish lips bleed, it looks like he was beaten while in the car.

"I'm not surprised you're after this woman!"

"Everybody is racing, I'm included. Unhand her! You need money? I can give you money."

"Pascalito, I get a very high fee!" Matt refused.

"I'll pay higher!"

"No, you just gotta get out of the way, Hellton!" Matt pointed a gun at Hellton. "Save your money!"

"Did Freya know you worked like this, too, Matt?"

"You're not gonna tell him! Move, Hellton!"

Just a sudden ....

DOR !!!

One shot and Matt was shot in the head. Irish screams in fear, sitting limp.

"Where's money? You can give it to me and get out of here!" Police on Matt's side point the muzzle at Irish.

"Well, we agree" said Hellton, watching Matt die. The man went to the car and came back and threw the bag at the corrupt policeman who was immediately grabbed and checked.

"This is still not enough" said the man brandishing the weapon once more as he weighed the contents. The police are not focused.

Dor!!! Dor!!! Dor!!!

Three shots from Hellton and the man was killed on the spot with a hole in the forehead.

"I think that's enough!" hellton said expressionlessly frowning, drawing closer to the man's corpse and retrieving his bag. He looked at the cruel Irish.

"Come in! Or do you want to be thrown into a hole before it's filled with sand?"

Irish is silent. Hellton became impatient, pulled the woman and dragged her to the car. They did not return to the strange dwelling before, but went to the farm, leading the dazed Irish into the house.

"If you keep running, you'll see more and more of me killing people!"

"You can let me go! Just let me, Hellton!"

Hellton stared at the woman sharply, before leaving Irishak. He went to the bathroom, turned on the shower and wallowed under the shower. His hands were on the wall, propping his body until his shoulder blades and muscles expanded. Climb when a touch is felt on his shoulder. Hellton turned around quickly and grabbed hold of the hand and was shocked to find Irish there.

"If you let me go, you don't have to kill a lot of people! Can you find a way ...."

"Irish are you an idiot?" cut Hellton sharp. "Don't you see that your life is over?" ask Hellton growled.

"That's because I'm still in this country without protection!" sahut Irish ride apitam. "If you let me go, you don't have to kill people. You're keeping me here. Who are you, dare to control my life?" snapped irish angry. He wanted to persuade Hellton before but the man in front of him was very arrogant.

"Don't lure me Irish!"

Hellton's jaw was frozen. His bones were even clearly printed. This is very strange, when Irish is angry, express all the energy through an aura of emotion, arrogant look, fierce eyes, chest up and down by hunting breath ..., in the eyes of Hellton .., Irish Bella looks many times more voluptuous. That's why, without warning, the man grabbed the Irish by the neck, brought their faces close and began to chew on the woman's lips. It was burning in there because the Irish had tied up emotions. Hot foreplay begins not by anything sensual but by heightened emotions. Anger turns into passion.

The man moved away with difficulty and observed Irish, rubbing the corners of the injured lips, while Irish after a quarrel seemed more open to him. The woman did not refuse when she was elated. Hellton Pascalito immediately carried the Irish into bed, leaving the embers of passion ignited between them. The two growl at each other, roll over, knock each other down, equally haughty to dampen the ego, but do not let go of the pagutan.

Finally the kiss started unhurriedly, sipping on the woman's chin and ears, slowly as if to invite Irish to enjoy the touch. The conqueror's attack between the caresses of the eyes reveals how much desire and the relaxed muscles of the intensely winding tongue demand that the woman has no choice but to feel herself. When it finally drove, the woman managed to be made to pant, pulling Hellton close to her as if to say; don't stop!

That's how the humming between the two bodies finally harmonized in the cold night. The reflection of Hellton's mighty tanned body and the Irish's smooth white body moved across the room's mirror, triggering a swish all the way to the nerve endings. Pumping passion into wild and wild.

As if studying the reaction of the Irish body, Hellton understood that Irish had a hot story but had no experience of making love, the man gave inserts for Irish to want more of himself. Match the rhythm of Irish body language, the man again experimented through increased energy and intensity of fondling. His hands were given a chance. Furthermore there was no pause, the increasingly savage blister and the caress of Irish lips on the scar along his neck, a kind of stimulation of a beautiful sensation. When Irish was moaning at his neck, the man had seen a picture of pleasure. He held the Irish tighter and tighter, not wanting to end it quickly change position let the Irish explore him, liked the Irish while making love to him.

The more the night the atmosphere gets hotter, the closer embrace, the kiss, the whisper and the insistence; only the overflow of the turmoil of desire.

Just making love, not wanting to stop.

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And the lazy author wants to write. Those two people don't want to stop.

Note :

Guys, the Irish story I'm going to write in a separate short novel, yeah. Maybe 30 chapters. Because if you write here like Heart Darkness will end next year. Hellton and Irish are part of Heart Darkness being directly involved with Marya and Elgio but they have their own story. Irish will get pregnant (who in the group already know yes, I've been telling leaked there), by a tragic circumstance, misunderstood, they finally separated.

Thanks for the comment about this chapter and help me give them the title of a short novel!

Say goodbye here to Hellton Pascalito ....