Logan and Camila shared a look. Logan felt a swarm of guilt roll on him. He felt more terrible than he had ever felt before. 
    "Oh, wow" that was all he could say, without thinking. 
   "People like you deal with people like them, don't you?" Russ asked. 
   Logan looked at Camila as if he needed answers, and Camila slowly shook her head. 
    He looked back at Russ with a slight chuckle. "I, um - I don't understand what you mean?" 
    "I mean, the CIA is always chasing the bad guys—" 
    "Like me?" Logan said with a chuckle, filling his cup to the brim, and he consumed it immediately. 
    "I didn't say—" 
    "Sometimes, Russ, bad people are bad because they need to survive in an evil and very very very bad world. Yes, I have my own cycle, yes, there was a time when I was on the run, but…" he paused, and looked into his eyes. 
    "I don't know anything about Twain Russ, neither have I ever heard or seen of him" 
     "You wouldn't anyways, it's been more than four decades, you probably haven't been born then" Russ said with a chuckle, grabbing the bottle.
     "Give me this, I hope to get wasted!" He filled two glass cups gave Camila one. "Let our tongue not get wet!" They all laughed, but not all were genuine laughter. 
    "To Twain Russ…" Russ said, raising the cup. 
    "To Twain…" Logan and Camila chorused. 
    "Agrr!" Logan dropped his cup and stood up "enjoy the drink, mate. I'll be right back" he went outside and Camila followed him. 
****
     The night was down to it's darkness and the lake before them made fine rushing noises with the streaming of water. The moon wasn't fully involved with the affairs of the night, for it seemed to be half drawn and half naked. 
     Camila sat down and leaned against Logan's body, while the crescent moon laid out before them. The grasses felt fresh, and the air was comforting enough. 
    "I feel terrible" Logan muttered. 
    "Me too" Camila said, with his hands in the comforting clasp of her hands. 
    "Really?" Logan asked, surprisingly. 
    "Yeah, wouldn't be so if you didn't come into my life…" 
    Logan chuckled. "Honestly, I don't know who really changed the other" 
     "Maybe we changed each other… " they both smiled and enjoyed the view, and with the disturbing melodies of the crickets, they stared at the sky. 
    "It wasn't your fault, you know. You did what you had to do…" 
     "I'm begining to question if it was really what I had to do… sure, I've had quite a lot of blood on my hands… maybe, Camila, we are not so different after all…" 
    "You do what you have to do, besides, you're in place where killing for survival is crucial, it wasn't so for me, and still isn't. You kill with a purpose, for a cause, but I don't, you're a good leader, but I was only a dog, a tool used to carry out dirty jobs and my blood lust only made it worst… Killing for pleasure. So if there's anyone that deserves redemption, it should be you" Camila concluded. 
     Logan smiled and kissed her on the forehead. "What's that for?" Camila asked, playing with their fingers. 
    "What do you think it's for?" Their voice were hesitant and low.
    "You tell me" she brought out her face from his bossom and faced him, a light hearted smile drew across their faces as they longed for each other's touch, breath, reassurance and kiss.
    "You are beautiful" Logan said to Camila, taking his hand to her face and hair which he lapsed to the side. Camila's lips duely parted and shuttered. 
     "Are you going to flatter me all day, or are you going to do what you need to—" 
    Logan held her face like precious gold with his two hands and brought her lips to his. 
     Heat rose from Camila's stomach to her chest. It wasn't the first time but it always felt extraordinary and magical. Their lips curled up and her heart decided to skip a beat, the smell of him hypnotic beyond reason. 
    She parted her lips and felt him washing over like a wave of warmth, curling her toes, unfurling all her senses as the taste of him nearly silenced all thoughts, and reasoning. She could have this man forever and never get enough of him. 
      Her body in mass, tingled, the feel of his body on hers as his arms wrapped around her felt nearly forbidden. He pulled her in, claiming her mouth again, hungry and intense, until her knees gave in.
    By the time Camila became aware of her fingers, they had already slipped under his shirt, his skin smooth and radiating heat.
     As if time had sopped right there, as they sat under the canopies of the crescent moon, glued to one another. As if no one else existed and there was no trouble for either of them, as if it was meant to last forever…
    Logan wasn’t sure if nature rooted for this moment or if his mind tricked him into a perfect present. has the tides turn? Was the moon goddess out of her mind or was it purposeful? 
   But how can he be given such a perfect gift he cant have because of the circumstances? Or would he fight to keep this forever? 
     Even with the passing of time through the breaths from their lips, his thoughts raced to no finite end, but every breath he took smelled like jasmine and for the first time since he’d known himself, he didn’t feel lost, undeserving, or at war… If anything, the warm feeling of her breath, although seemingly destabilizing, was inviting. 
     This time around he draped both arms around Camila's perfect figure, slowly laid her down on the grass and draped above her. It was the rush they had been looking for, the rush that they needed. 
    Her eyes couldn't leave staring at his eyes and sweet honeyed lips, and her hands couldn't stop ramming over his body as she wrapped her arms around his muscular frame, giving him all her, all his to take, all his to taste. 
    Logan's hands played around her thighs up to her inner thighs, and she wiggled as his warm hands laced up to her inner thighs and removed whatever barrier, keeping him from making the night a wild one.
    Logan dropped his face to her neck, flaring her skin with his warm but sensual breath and a kiss which had her heated up, begging for him. She elapsed her legs and let him in, to comfort, pain, pleasure and the lust of the night. 
     And while she soaked her lips with bites, and shutterd her eyes with each thrust, her legs arms wrapped around his body, and her fingers scratched on his back. 
    He took out and looked into her eyes, the hunger was getting quenched, but she yearned for more and he wasn't even anywhere tired.   
    He took to her luffy lips again, a passionate and wild kiss, before sliding into her again, she took him all in, even as he went deep, and harder, and the cries of pain and pleasure through her lips were buried into Logan's mouth. 
     ****
     "We need to talk…" Logan muttered as they laid wasted, Camila on top of him, catching for their breath after the joyride.
     "No we don't. This is perfect. Let this night past"
     "I'm afraid this night is all I got left…" Logan replied. There was the sound of regret in his voice, and it was obvious. 
    Camila steered away from him and they sat right. "What does that mean?" She asked in a low-pitched voice, almost afraid and lost. 
     "It's been one Month, but that doesn't mean it's gone. Time doesn't take away what is, and what would be, I'm more than a Mafian Boss…" 
     "I know. You have been mysterious from day one. You're strong Logan, confident, bold, courageous and even freaking handsome and hot…" she smiled. "And I don't care what you are or what you have done. We all are monsters…" 
     "But you should know what I am…I'm not ordinary…" Logan defended. It was time to come all out. 
    "I know what you are, you're not ordinary, you're mine" she planted a kiss on his lips, held her breath and rolled out to look into his eyes. "You're mine" she said evenly, and effortlessly. 
    Logan traced her lips. "You're mine, you're mine forever, I have been blessed with a fated mate in this time, I shall protect you, and always be by your side, forever and till my last breathe, and that is why, Camila…" he held her hands tightly but reassuring and comforting enough "I have to do what I'm about to do" 
    "What are you talking about?" 
     "I'm leaving tomorrow, I need to go and reclaim my cartel and family in China, I have been out for a long while, they need me now more than ever, I'm sorry."