Le Bistrot Vivienne- Chapter 4

The winter has come earlier this year. It was October and Paris was freezing cold. It was 5 o´ clock in the afternoon and that art presentation would start in two hours. “Louis Vitton. Champs Eliseés “her favorite store. She got herself a stunning pair of black high heels “ this is how you kill a man…wearing high heels”…” or you get killed by one “ she laughed at herself. She never thought about death meaning as her dead, because she was never afraid of it.
Deirdre arrived to the Gallerie Vivienne at the right time. The Gallerie was absolutely full of people “the Parisian are always so elegant” she thought getting herself a glass of red wine. She was sweeping with her eyes the environment trying to find him, she knew he was there. Couldn’t be late to see what the presentation was about. Sculpture. Italian marble carved woman’s hips and hands. A black marble representing woman’s sex, Deirdre recalled how much she missed fucking. It’s been just so much traveling that she could not run to Marrocos aisle and get lost with a hot man with a huge dick crazy to fuck her. Of course that would be someone that she would never see again.
Obviously the artist was a man. Only man could picture woman’s body like that. Only man driven by the madness of pursuing a woman’s body could do that. Only man hungry to penetrate a woman and fuck her hard could sculpt like that. “As for my passion for man’s dicks I could be a hell of a sculptor”. Also, Paris inspires that on human beings. There’s nothing like fucking in Paris…Fucking, eating, drinking wine Paris is good for anything. It is good to be a woman in Paris.
No Lituan clue. Deirdre was starting to get hungry. Suddenly a voice came from behind whispering on her ears with a heavy accent:__A woman in black, drinking wine by herself…what a threat!
It was him. The Lituan was right behind her.
__Please allow me to introduce myself, Vince Britsk. But I know you are a well traveled girl you could call me Vilnius as I´m called in my home country. Have you been to Lituan?
__Deirdre Vess, please to meet you.
He kisses her hand.
__No I have never been to this country before. She replied sharp.
__Hence my passion for women this place bores me and I am hungry. Would you like to join me?
Synchronicity.
__Yes, I would be pleased.
__Good. Prepare yourself to have the best food in your life….
Bistrot Vivienne. Right beside the gallery. Deirdre knew that place well. She was somehow attracted and frightened by the coincidence of the facts. She was fascinated and scared because she found her target and now she is about to dine with it.
They got a table and ordered more wine. He was right in front of her and she could see his face more clearly now. He was beautiful. A mixture of danger and sweetness.
He started to tell her about his passions, his life and all the women he loved. Deirdre lost track of his speech and traveled inside his eyes, his lips, and his voice. That face was familiar to her. It was obvious that they both knew who they actually were. He was chased by the Intelligence and she was a spy.
__Are you with me Miss Vess?
Deirdre came back in a snap.
__Absolutely.
__I was saying how your beauty is fascinating. Almost frightening….
Deirdre was scared. Scared of herself. She had to figure how she would catch him but she was confused. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to do so.
__Excuse me, I need to use the restroom Mr Britsk.

TO BE CONTINUED

Pyramids and fucking three elements - Chapter Three

Marrocos was always crowded and sandy. It was somehow familiar and frightening to her, the farmer’s market, the colors in that city . She liked flying over it. People speaking loud, life was adventurous and busy but inside of her there was silence. She kept her inner self silent. Three years old when that truck crashed into her parent’s car… she survived but not little Leila and…Mom and Dad….That was loud, very loud for that little girl. Loud as those couple of tears shed. Green tears shed off of green eyes. You run by to many green eyes in Marrocos´s street…
Deirdre has hated cars ever since. She loves piloting her own plane no fucking trucks around…Again three elements. She lost the three elements she loved the most; Number three was always present in her life , always. Connecting those three points you have a triangle. Deirdre had several dreams with triangles and ever since she started this case , she dreamed with the Lituan…Egypt…and its pyramids wich happens to be a three point-connected geometric form, seen from one of its prisms.
“ Motherfucker…I fuckin´hate pyramids. Get out of my way. “ she replied to someone trying to sell them out.
This Lituan man loves women and is overly protected in Europe. He is dangerous for his ability to convince and seduce people on his behalf. There is no religion about it. But this man alone is able to put people against nation, mother against son … He starts and his followers keep his job by the seed he plants on their mind. So he is practically innocent, people who follow him do the job. The ability this man has to seduce is tremendous that’s why the Intelligence is searching for him. He is the source. Every time some catastrophe happens- from bomb drops to passion killers, his name was some how involved in it. Deirdre was called for it as being as charming and fearless as she has always been, and excellent for her efficiency and self nurturing. Her cell phone rings:
“Drop Marrocos. He is not there. Paris. Ettienne Marcelle, an Art Gallery. Rue des Petit Champs supposedly evident terrorism. Remember he is not the target. Get hold of him and try to connect what’s behind it. Be fast. Tonight.”
Deirdre runs over to her plane and get ready for this art presentation in Paris “ A stunning pair of black high heels, a nice garment, excellent Parisian parfum and make up will do it.”

Two broken ribs...and a serious knee injury CHAPTER 2

She ran, ran after little Leila but she was too fast. Deirdre lost sight of her. She was now by herself her cell phone was dead, Leila was gone. She had no desire to keep going. She lost everything, she was totally alone. She had always been alone. “Leila…come back…”

“Noddy girl…”
Deirdre opens her eyes slowly “You have always been so strong- but this time you knocked me off” …”Uncle David….where…”
“Prague … on a public hospital. Three huge gorillas…I’m sure they didn’t care about your gender…two broken ribs and a serious knee injury-you might have to get another one we are waiting for the doctor’s response…
_Son of…ugh! She tries to stand up but Uncle David forbids her.
“Now, Deirdre you got to listen to me: I’ve been knowing you for a while now. This is very, I mean seriously dangerous people. You got to decide if you want to keep going with this…
“This what? I have nothing to choose…Ugh! My rib cage…stupid Lituan …
“You are beautiful, you can have a normal life, and you know family, raise children…
__Oh please Uncle David…leave me alone I want nothing….No family thing please…don’t give me that…
You know they want you for this Lituan case and I supposed you are aware that from now on I won’t be close to you anymore…
__Good I’m starting to like you…
__This is hard for me. I should be in South Africa for the Palestine maladjusted young bomb maker man case. You know you are important to me just as were your father and…
__Drop it!! Stop that shit now. I’m not leaving this case. I’ll chase this Lituan triangled chest man all over Europe. You know I can do this…
__He loves women…
__I don’t care about…
__You are just his type…
__It’s a job
__Dispite your physical strength
__I like traveling through Europe specially when I pilot my own plane.
__Deirdre you got to listen to me. David looks deep in her eyes holding her shoulders “Please take care. This is very dangerous people. This man is protected all over Europe it is not a political case it is a mental problem and wherever we chase him it seems he has all Europe on his feet. Promise me you will think about this better because…
The doctor enters in the room:
__She is awake. Good. You keep your knee little impressively strong girl, two weeks you should be perfect! I’m signing now your papers you should be able to leave in a few days…
__I was afraid of it… David whispers to himself…
__Good , I’m so bored here.
__And you still look stunningly gorgeous…
__So, uncle David...did you know he does not have a tattoo? His hair on his chest draws a perfect triangle…
__Yes, I am aware of it Deirdre.
__Wait for me Triangled Chest Lituan, here I come.

....TO BE CONTINUED...