Chapter 2:

El Pistolero Ciego

Nicoletta flopped down on her bed and sighed, it had been a very long week. They had checked in at the hotel, only to find that between the flight and the landing they had somehow accidentally had their rooms given to someone else. So, they had found another hotel to stay in which was slightly more expensive, then they had had their room broken into and burgled, stealing £100 of Nicolettas waitress money, which she had taken from the bank that day to use to go shopping. Luckily, the hotel had compensated for that. Finally the other hotel had been ready for them, so they had repacked, gone to the hotel, checked in and unpacked.

Morgead had decided to eat in the hotels restaurant that evening (Nicoletta suspected that it had something to do with the pretty waitress he had been chatting up earlier) but she didn't want another plane incident so she had decided to eat in town at one of the restaurants. During the week one good thing had happened, Morgead had got a job as a mechanic in one of the local garages, it paid quite well and they had being doing quite well with their money. So she stood up and went to go get dressed.

Nicoletta gazed at herself in the mirror; she looked beautiful, although she hated to admit it. The dress was a beautiful deep blue silk that went down all the way to her ankles, the skirt was long and flowing, yet made sexy by the slit all the way up to the top of her thigh. The skirt was then met by a corset for the top; it was also deep blue, with black buttons doing it up at the front, and black silk ties lacing it at the back. The skirt of the dress was plain but the corset had a low v-neck and black net fringed the top, it was ribbed and black swirling patterns done in lace went all over the front and back. Nicoletta loved this dress; it was her favourite item of clothing. It was a birthday present from the friends they had stayed with, as she could never have bought it with her money and she was completely in their debt.

She was also wearing some high black stiletto shoes; she had bought with some of her waitress money, and no jewellery, except for a beautiful black necklace she had been left with by her parents, her only connection to them. Although she didn't love them she still wondered who they were and always wore the necklace in the hope that she might find them or someone who could tell her about them. It was a black diamond, cut into the shape of a panther, a rather cruel joke, Nicoletta thought. But it was beautiful and even when they reached their last peso she would never sell it. It showed who she was, if people looked close enough.

Nicoletta looked into the restaurant, it was called "El Dragon Rojo" The Red Dragon, she thought it sounded far too Chinese to be a Mexican restaurant but she decided by looking through the window that it was very nice and would suit her fine. It had a very classic style, mahogany wood tables and chairs, paintings on the walls of beautiful scenes, parties in the days when women always wore dresses and men suit and tie, if you had the money. There were small alcoves all around the walls where there were tables and burgundy velvet sofas around them where you could eat. These were all occupied but in the rest of the room where there were ordinary tables and chairs, Nicoletta noticed a small table for two, just in front of one of these alcoves, which was unoccupied.

She entered through the door and a smiling waiter (Nicoletta noticed his smile got bigger when he noticed her rather low neck-line, causing her to feel slightly nauseous) pointed out the table she had noticed before. As she entered the restaurant a couple of people near the door turned to casually look as she entered, they stayed looking. As she walked through more and more people turned and they too stopped and stared.

Nicoletta didn't really mind, she had hated it at first and she wasn't entirely comfortable without now, but she had got used to it. Her eyes often shocked people and she had often used it to her advantage, but she really wished she could control it sometimes.

Luckily she knew how to get stop them from staring. She sat down, glanced at the menu, and then looked up, turning around she met the gaze of each person who was staring at her, none of them lasted longer than 5 seconds, after that, blushing and looking flustered and unnerved, they quickly turned away.

However when she turned round to the alcove behind her she was met with something that unnerved and flustered her. She was met with something that had never happened before. Two men were sitting there, the first was a Mexican with short brown hair, brown eyes and tanned skin, he was about forty-four, and he quickly broke her gaze when she looked at him. Nicoletta turned to the last man, and got a severe shock.

This man was…beautiful, Nicoletta couldn't think of another word for it. He had deep brown hair, close to black, like dark chocolate and shoulder length. Lightly tanned skin and nicely shaped. He, she guessed, would be slightly taller than her. His body was relatively slim, yet definitely not skinny and she was sure he would have a perfect chest. He was wearing a brown jacket, brown trousers and a matching, rather cow-boy like, brown hat. He wasn't wearing a tie and the first button of his shirt was undone. He obviously wasn't Mexican; she would probably have guessed him as American, like her.

His eyes were covered by plain, black sunglasses. "Why would he wear sunglasses?" Nicoletta thought, and stared. There was something wrong, who wore sunglasses indoors, at night? Even the idiots who thought they were cool to wear them and barely took them off didn't do that. She gazed at them trying to see what was behind. This was, she suddenly realised, the first time she had looked someone in the eyes and not scared them, and she found it quite unnerving. This man was dangerous she could almost smell it, and yet he was so interesting, she wanted to know everything about him, and she continued to gaze at his sunglasses as though she was willing them to come off.

"I know I'm gorgeous sugar butt, but remember, curiosity killed the cat."

Nicoletta instantly flushed she turned quickly in her chair and busied herself gazing at the menu, from behind she could hear someone chuckling quietly and although she was embarrassed she couldn't help think what a interesting voice he had, so deep and gorgeous, yet terrifying. Also, how had he connected the cat part?

Just want to say thank you to my first, and only, reviewer.

The lady of the shadows-I hope you like the new chapter and please tell me if I get any of the Spanish wrong! Thank you, R&R people!