Midnight Lips | Ghost

𝐂𝐇. 03

𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐀
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The more we drove into Las Almas, the more Mexico's weather warmed up. The clouds were spreading out, showing the reason for the heat hiding behind them.

The sun was shining with a beautiful smile, right before she was set to go down the horizon and smile at a different city, and the breeze stroking my skin was making me sweat in my seat.

I didn't realize we had arrived until the truck came to an abrupt stop, thrusting my body forward. Rodolfo jumped out first and then helped me down, in all his gentleness that always collided with my pride.

When we passed by the entrance, Alejandro turned around and stopped me. "Order 121, I need to check if you got any weapons on you before entering," he said in Spanish.

I laughed and opened my arms to let him check me. "What a cheap excuse to touch me, Vargas."

He barked a laugh. "I don't need any excuses. I could have you begging for me in less than twenty-four hours."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, sure." As if he was that important.

Alejandro straightened and nodded to the security guard, who stood by the entrance to the base. "She's clear." The man grunted and let us in.

My temporary new home looked dirty but warm, with glimpses of green and beige across the walls, and a small scent of tires and dirt. The roughness of this place reminded me of those years back in the military service. I wasn't complaining, I think liked it a little too much.

I didn't have time to look around. Rodolfo said he needed to use the restroom while Alejandro shoved my back toward a doorway. "You can wait in that room, I'll go find Price and the rest," he told me and disappeared around the corner.

I sighed and made my way inside the room. The sight I came across made me stop right by the door. I wasn't alone in the room. There was someone, a male, sitting by the table that was in the far corner, sharpening the blade of his knife very delicately. He was covered all the way up, in black and grey, not leaving any sight of skin. I couldn't see his face, so I didn't know if he was also covered there.

Jesus, who was that?

The movements as he sharpened the blade were soft and controlled, yet with the way he was grabbing it, he looked rough and tough. The man gripped the handle and brought it closer to inspect the tip. When he was satisfied, he grabbed a cloth from the table and proceeded to clean the blade, slowly and tentatively. The blade shone and mocked me, because he wasn't paying any attention to me.

"Do you even know how to use that?" I spoke.

The man didn't even react, not even flinched nor glanced at me.

Why did I even want his attention? I couldn't even see his face from this angle.

I walked closer, and almost flinched when he raised the knife and made the blade hide inside the handle with an almost quiet sound. A black OTF knife, cute. It looked very tiny on his hand, but the grip was good.

The man pressed a button and the blade shot out, the sound louder this time. He threw the knife into the air. It spun once before the handle landed back on his hand. He whirled it around his finger twice and the blade hid again.