The two men approached with unexpected speed for people so robust. In the race they could not take aim properly so that the bullets ricocheted around the young couple, while Charley remained on the floor without moving.
“They're Jemal´s hit men, I recognize them and they also know me.” Shouted desperate Nubia.
One of the thugs had finished the bullets in the magazine and pulled a knife from his clothes as he ran towards the young woman while the other stopped his race took the gun with both hands and lifted to take aim. Nubia closed her eyes and shouted, knowing that she was the first target. The woman expected for the characteristic click of a gun with a silencer. she heard instead a loud bark of a high-caliber weapon. Startled Nubia opened her eyes and focused on the bully pointing her. He saw the man opening his arms and collapsing face down on the pavement. Turning her gaze the girl saw Charley trying to stand up brandishing a big gun in his hand. But Nubia could not see anything else. She felt being grabbed by her short hair and dragged from the doorway. With horror the girl saw the brutal face of the other desperado very close to hers and found that while with one hand he was grabbing her by the hair the man approached the other hand brandishing the knife to her neck, with the obvious intention of curtailing his life as they had done with Sanwarit . Suddenly a shadow fell on the head of the wrongdoer, hitting him hard. Nubia saw Marcos behind the bully at the time he applied a second blow with a piece of fallen masonry to the man´s skull. The bandit fell back releasing the blade of his hand. Marcos picked the leaf from the ground and holding it with both hands sank it deep into on the bulky man's chest, after which rolled on wet pavement exhausted. There he stood watching what followed.
With a cold look on his face Nubia approached the bully who was still moaning on the floor. The woman introduced the sharpened steel heel of her right shoe in the thug´s slightly open mouth and stood concentrating all her weight on that foot forcing her heel deep into his throat until blood gushed from his mouth while the body was shaking in throes of agony. Finally the attacker´s movements ceased and Nubia withdrew her bloodied foot from his mouth.
She walked stiffly between the inert bodies as trying to commit to memory the moment as she said.
“One, two. The first ones.”
Then the young woman bent along one of the bodies and took the gun with silencer left near it.
Marcos watched the grim scene with a mixture of excitement and dread. He could not conceive that the girl who a few minutes earlier trembled in his arms was the same person who ruthlessly had terminated the aggressor.
“Hurry up! We must leave here this place.” Charley's cry drew the self-absorption of his companions. Marcos came and saw the old man´s bleeding shoulder. He took his other arm and helped him to stand up.
“You are wounded.”
“The bullet only grazed me. We must go for the second time in the day to Doc Jim house.”
The young man put his mouth close to Charley ear and whispered.
“Have you seen Nubia´s actions?”
“Yes. I have no doubt however that she was and is still under a strong shock.”
“She was mumbling something.”
“Right, I could also hear it. In Vietnam we called body count. It is the dead enemies body count.”
“Something pretty creepy.”
“Yes... I saw you two like each other. If I were you I would keep me from contradicting her in that state ... but again, she is just a frightened child.”
Nubia approached and saw Uncle Charley´s bleeding wound.
“Once again! These things happen only for my sake, I only bring pain to those who love me.”
“Do not be ridiculous!” Replied the old man. “How can you blame yourself for the attacks of two men who are most likely hit men hired by human traffickers? But do not waste more time, let´s return to Doc Jim´s house. Let's pick the car in the garage. You drive.” Said handing the car keys to Marcos.
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While they were heading to the Doctor´s house Marcos asked.
“Tell me, where did you get so timely your gun? If you had not had done so those men you would not be dead and we would not be talking now.”
“That's my old Army weapon. I somehow managed to keep it for so long and I am surprised it still works. When Nubia warned us that bad feeling I went to the car to get it. The real question is where that omen came from.”.
Both men looked at Nubia, who however remained silent.
“Four stitches for Charley´s shoulder.” Said Doc Jim somewhat perplex. “You guys better stop using your shoulder to intercept bullets.”
He helped the sore Charley to put his shirt on and rejected the payment offer made by him.
“I'm not going to charge an old comrade with whom we shared so many dangers. I don´t even remember if you ever saved my life.” The two old men embraced and Marcos did not fail to note that tears ran down his friend´s cheeks.
“Get out at once! I do not want anyone to accuse me of failing to report gunshot wounds.” The harsh tone scarcely hid the strong emotions in Doc Jim´s voice.
After leaving the car in its makeshift garage again they returned Charley´s home not before making a detour to determine whether there were any suspicious people around. It was already dawning when Charley opened the door of the store. At that moment they heard police sirens in the distance.
“They've surely discovered the two bodies.” Said the elder man. “The sounds of sirens come from that direction. Luckily we were able to avoid getting mixed on this affair. The only thing that can link us is the gun is that you have kept.” He warned Nubia.
“Do not worry about it.” Answered the woman.
“I worry for the use you have planned for it.”
This time the woman remained silent, then she entered the house and went directly to the bedroom that Charley had lent her.
Marcos helped Charley to undress and lie down on the couch in the living room. The man pointed to a corner of it.
“In that closet there is a mattress and you will find also some blankets. I insist that you stay with us tonight, so tomorrow to can help me with the business.”
As a result of fatigue and painkillers injected by Doc Jim the old man fell asleep immediately.
Marcos went to the cabinet indicated by his friend to get the mattress when the bedroom door opened and Nubia appeared still dressed. Without any words she took the young man by the hand and led him into the room.
“Tonight I want you to make love to me. I need you to do it slowly and gently. Are you a gentle lover?”
The young man nodded silently invaded by surprise and excitement. He entered the bedroom and Nubia closed the door behind him.
“Start by undressing me.”
Marcos tried to kiss her mouth but she pushed him away saying.
“We'll get to that. Take my dress off now.”
With infinite care the boy opened the automatic zipper and unbuttoned the garment, which then began to slide to the floor. His hands caressed the blackened skin and then kissed her lips. He kissed her neck, her shoulders taking special care whit the one that was bandaged; removed the bra showing the small and erect breasts of the woman, sucked her nipples producing some cats wailing in her mouth. Nubia took the young man's head in her hands and began to direct his mouth where she wanted it. Marcos ran his hands around the torso and the flat stomach of the girl, her hands caressing the buttocks as she began to squirm. Suddenly Nubia took the man by the collar and dragged him to bed. There she lay on bed on her back, pulled his head to the lower part of her body, surrounded it with her long legs and squeezed it with her thighs. With the temples that throbbed with excitement Marcos understood what the woman wanted and focused in satisfying her desires.