The night air was cold against her skin, the unmarked came to a stop in front of the old looking building, the sounds of horses and farm animals could be heard when she jumped out of the car. Kate and Jonathan stepped out of the vehicle right after her taking the bags in their hands crossing the path toward the front door of the Ranch House.
Aron was sitting on the front steps with Killer, his 3 year old german shepherd, the dog sprinted toward his sister toppling her on the gravel showering her with sloppy kisses and happy barks. Aron only laughed at the scene before giving the keys of his father's cabin and the walkie talkies that Kate had requested.
Romero and Rodriguez took the key and the walkies back to the car while Jesse reacquainted herself with the dog that was still on top of her. Kate took a step back from the unmarked and summoned Aron toward her.
I will need some traps around her cabin as well as some places to conceal some weapons, you said that the cabin had a storage room in the back, is it secure enough for that? she asked Aron gesturing to the bag on her shoulder.
The storage room can be opened from outside but only if you know how, there's a stone that has to be pressed to a crease in the door so it can open. The stone is round but frat in one side with a cross carved in it, it is under a fallen peace of a tree on the left of the door. The other way to open it is from inside the cabin, under the floor of the closet of the main room you can descend the cement stairs and into the storage room. He finished taking a cigarrete from the crumpled package on his jeans pocket and lighting it up, stepping away from Kate when his sister looked at them from the back of the car where she was taking her bags out.
How old is the dog, bro? asked Jesse coming at her brother dropping a kiss on his cheek after hugging him.
He's 3, after Gunther died i decided to have his kid in his place, he is quite the guard dog, Jameson tried to take some chickens from the barn the other day and got his ass bitten by this rascal. he said patting the dogs head chuckling
Jameson? asked Rodriguez dropping by his partner's side
Jameson, Brian Jameson. Bridge for his friends. said Jesse chuckling a bit
Brian was a summer friend of our estimated Jessica. said Aron smirking at his frowning sister He was crushing on her, he even professed his undying love for her when our parents decided to move to LA because of mom's work. he continued faking a dreamy sigh making the foursome laugh their lungs out.
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She was freezing, her feet felt like two blocks of ice, her nose was running and her hands were shaking. She was pissed, the damned car had broken in her way to the ranch, her phone was dead and her boot had a hole in it's sole. She yelled kicking the old cadilac's door shut and started toward the ranch on foot with her old gym bag,her hunting knife and her father's long lost beretta in hand.
The ranch only had the front yard litted, a dog was laying on an old sofa, head down, sleeping. A window on the second floor was open, Sophia grinned thinking about what she could do to that woman that had her hands on her lover's. She would get what was coming to her. The cop was sexy, she could tell, but Jesse was much sexier, she remembered those legs, those killer legs, the way that they could wrap themselves around her waist, the skin, oh the skin, so smooth, soft as if made of silk. She shook her head to get rid of those thoughts, she had to get her woman back, her Jesse, and she would do it now.
She walked determined but cautiously toward the old cottage house at the other end of the farm, it had a light on, Jesse was laying on the old leather couch with a book in her hand, laying on her back, her left hand was playing with her curled tresses, her tank top ridded up a bit when she breathed in and she had some cotton shorts on that barelly coverd her ass.
Her staring was interrupted by a growl coming from behind, she turned around grabbing her beretta and swepped the darkness in front of her with some bullets, the silencer was on so Jesse didn't heard a thing, Sophia's gaze stopped at the silhouette that was coming closer, красивый не она (beautiful, isn't she) a silky voice purred. Sophia leveled her beretta to the woman's chest and answered
да, сестра ( yes, sister) letting a smirk come forward.
Father wants you back home, you know? said the woman in front of her
I know that he does Katherine, or shall i say Detective Kate Romero.she shot back
Don't hate the player sister, hate the game. Besides, our dear Jesse is closer to you now isn't she.Kate said right back smirking up at her
Where's the dog? asked Sophia looking around them
The dog is dead, you killed him with your bullets rain. Oscar was old so no harm was done, at least to me. Bless the mut for his service. Pour Rodriguez, he loved that dog. Kate answered letting a giggle out.
The mood turned back to sour, Sophia leveled her beretta once again toward her older sister. I'm not going back. she said taking a step toward the front door of the cottage.
Jonathan is in the bathroom, you shouldn't go in.said Kate stepping in Sophia's path
If he is he'll be dead soon enough, and so will you if you don't step aside. Sophia threatened stepping face to face with the older woman.
She turned back toward the door and started walking, the wind was blowing and some leaves came down from the trees, the silence was broken by a whisper. Sorry sisterwas heard, Sophia turned around and shot twice, Kate was down on the grassy floor, two bullet holes in her forehead, her green eyes open with the surprised expression imprisoned in them.
She grabbed the door knob and openned it slowly, the floor was made of wood and was covered with some warm carpets, the tv was still on, the back of the sofa was facing the door and Jesse was now sleeping peacefully with the book on top of her stomack and her left arm under her head.
Her feet were caught in a rug by the sofa while she was trying to reach Jesse, she dropped to the floor and lost her gun in the fall.
Jesse fell out from the sofa and jumped to her feet mimicking a fighting stance looking franticly around the room and stopping her eyes on the new visiter in the room.
Whaaaaaaaaat, no, it isn't you? she husked It can't be you. she continued taking in Sophia's form bringing her hands up to her face so she could rub her eyes and see if she was still sleeping.
Why is that? I am here. i'm in front of you, i'm real.whispered Sophia taking a step toward Jesse
They said you were dead, dead they said. Jesse said to herself
I can assure you i'm pretty much alive.Sophia continued caressing Jesse's face and dropping a kiss in her forehead breathing her in, the scent of orange and peach with a whiff of Jesse in between, her arms came around the trembling woman in front of her.
Jesse sniffed and huffed against the skin of the other woman's neck, she felt the pulse under her lips, the warmth of that body and her crisp perfume, the one that no one else had. She snuggled against that warm body letting out a heavy sigh.
You better take your hands of her, NOW. came a gruff voice from behind them
Jonathan had his eyes on them, his glock pointed toward Sophia ready to shot, his shirt was ripped from his collar to the bottom and full of dirt and grass stains. His upperlip was cut open, his left thigh was bleeding and his feet were bare and dirty.
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haha evil , pure evil that's me, hope you enjoyed this chapter i'll post the next soon ;)
