Prologue

     

                                

Richard cast his alluring eyes on Sarah’s bare skin that glowed provocatively under the creamy sleeveless top that accentuated her flawlessness. Sarah wasn’t too sure how much of this that she could take. Her whole body shook in spite of herself under this melting gaze of Richard. His sharp nose stood pointed to the sun and fitted his firm tin lips perfectly, highlighting his charming face. His chiseled face was devoid of any expression as he casually traced the fringe of hair that escaped from the ponytail that Sarah wore. Sarah squinted as his fingers brushed pass her eyebrow. His lips curved into a seductive smile that lasted only for seconds as he whispered,

                  “My regards to him,” he seized Sarah up and his large palm cupped a handful of her hair as her chin was forced to face the cloud.

                 “My regards to Lucifer,” he said through the teeth. Sharp pains greeted Sarah’s scalp as crimson blood formed on her cheeks. Her eyes poked out in pains.

                 “I’m pretty sure the devil will be more than happy to meet you in person,” he added in sarcasm as Sarah bit hard on her lips in fury.

                 “Fuck you Richard, I can at least let you know that life badly spent won’t escape your burial poster when my team catches up with you. You can as well get ready to meet your boss, the devil!” She yelled in frustration but Richard only found her funny and crazy as he spread his lips in what looked like a smile but was too brief for the shortest smile.

Richard had never bothered himself with too many words and Sarah wasn’t, even in the widest world, enough reason to make him choose words over his trigger. To Richard, pulling the trigger was faster than the shortest sentence ever. His brows merely creased as he casually muttered in a voice that sent shiver down Sarah’s spine.

                “But yours is here already. Speak well of me to the devil,” Sarah lost her breadth under Richard’s torturous grip. What crushed Sarah’s last hope of survival was the calmness that settled on his flawless face which was a big contrast to the pains his hand was causing under her throat.

Whoever said that Richard was the lord of silent doom, merely skipped the part that he was a devil hiding under a handsome and mesmerizing body whose perfect beauty kills as fast as his trigger. Yes, Sarah's charming looks could easily earn her the title, 'seductress' and could be an object of mesmerization to many but not to Richard Wilson who had sworn to kill and whose love quotient read zero.