Romans de Angel

KATHYI opened my eyes groggily, for a moment I had no idea where I was.I was in a bed that was not mine and that was the first problem.The second problem was that the sheets were too expensive. The sheets would cost higher than my rent... If I paid rent.The third problem was that I sat down too fast only to realise I was completely naked.I sat there for 30 seconds straight staring at the wall, trying to remember and oh shit.No. No no no no.I remembered the bar. Viktor, the restroom, the drink.I gasped.I found my dress folded on a chair nearby. I practically sprinted to the chair and put on my dress with lightening speed.A door clicked and Viktor came into the room, dressed in a black suit and a gold wrist watch. His shoulders were so fucking broad and he was looking taller than what I'd thought I saw.His files say he was 6'4 but he looked taller, maybe that was because I was only 5'7.His hair was slicked back and he had a fucking mustache and a goatee. Yet he looked so fuc

VIKTOR Most people bored me. Politicians. Business men. Criminals. They all bored me. They all wanted something. Money. Power. Revenge. The only difference was how honest they were about it. I was sitting in the bar exactly 11 minutes before she walked into the bar. She was trying not to look at me... everyone was always trying not to look at me. She moved professionally, like she had been trained, then I remembered her. The alley, yesterday. She was definitely a cop of some sort. Then she approached me. People don't approach me. I want something from you, you'll know. So why did she approach me? Other girls were usually so scared to do that. She was either trying to arrest me or she must be really stupid. "My ex boyfriend bought it for me" she had said... almost too convincing. I let her talk, offered her more drinks to try to get her to give herself away by slipping up, but she didn't. Instead she talked about her boyfriend who cheated on her with her stepsister..

KATHYThe thing about going undercover to seduce information out of a Mafia lord when you're 24 hours post betrayal, heartbreak and working on just a birthday cake in your stomach with just 3 hours of sleep... It is not the best idea.I knew this. But I accepted the mission anyways.If I catch this criminal, I would get promoted and things would be looking up for me.Later that evening I stood outside one of the most expensive bars in the city.11-11.Known for it's busiest hour... 11pm.I walked into the bar, under dressed with heavy make up.Low lighting, dark wood, jazz playing. Everyone looked like they had secrets.According to intelligence, Viktor would be here tonight.I spotted Viktor immediately. He sat alone at a private corner. Like he owned the room... maybe he did.My heart skipped.My job was simple.Meet him.Get his attention.Build trust.Simple.But what if he recognised me? He saved me just yesterday.Luckily I wasn't on uniform because I went to the church and I di

KATHY"Katherine, Katherine" Daniel called out to me while I was walking as fast as my legs could carry me.My hands were shaking and my heels were suddenly too loud that my feet felt numb. My chest hurt so badly that I couldn't breathe properly."Katherine, wait!" he said again. "It's not what you think"Is he for fucking real? The image of him with HER on the bed... butt naked... popped in my head and I stopped walking.Why did I stop? No idea but I should have kept walking because the moment he got to where I was standing and held my hand, I spun around and gave him a slap across the face.That must have hurt because he winced and let go of my hand."Then what exactly does it look like Daniel?" I asked, my voice cracking.He opened his mouth and tried to speak but nothing. He had no excuse to give."How long?" I asked again."What?" He asked, acting confused."How fucking long?""A few months" he said.That was all I needed to hear. My heart shattered.This was the same Daniel I wa

KATHY"Forgive me, father, for I have sinned" I said, the words leaving my mouth for like the millionth time. And honestly, every time I said it I meant it a little differently and today it was about a man I shot last Tuesday. I didn't kill him...but still...The guilt every time I shot someone sits in my chest like a stone all week until I go to church and confess. I mean can you really blame me? I'm a catholic, born and raised, that's what my Nana taught me.The church today was empty, the morning sunlight was filtering through the stained-glass windows in the church, making Jesus look like he was wearing a crown of fire.The incense was giving me a headache and the kneeler was destroying my knees and yet, here I was, Katherine Bishop, turning 24 years old today, a detective asking God for forgiveness. But I was so damn proud of myself.The moment I stood up from the kneeler and stepped outside the confession booth my phone rang and I frowned."Of course I just can't have one peace