"You've come to kill me detective?",He whispered against her skin as he gently grasped her arm and turned her to him. Jude swallowed a gulp and looked up at him. His eyes were a cobalt shade of blue behind the mask, daring,cold and... terrifying. "And you've come to me to be killed?", She replied in a hushed tone, gathering a lot of nerve and taking a step closer to him. His eyes roamed over her, lingering on the curves of her body, the dress, before returning to her eyes. She didn't want to admit it to herself that she had developed a thing,some sort of feeling besides hate for him. The Maestro. The most dangerous man in New Haven. She had made it a habit, risking her life for a flicker of hope, clarity and some sort of peace. The memory of being against a wall,with the edge of his dagger at her throat and his body pressed against hers still lingered. He was devastating and she couldn't get him out of her head. She needed answers; to have some knowledge of what happened. Did he know? If she tried hard enough, could she get him right where she want and extract the information she needed? Or was she was just trying to fill the gaping hole in her heart? You're going to get yourself killed; the Lieutenant had said to her over and over. But it was a risk she was willing to take. Perhaps this was just another cruel twist the universe had in store for her. Jude thought she had gotten used to it but that was her just lying to herself. The universe wasn't cruel,it was brutal. And it was yet to show Jude what it had installed just for her.
View More"What's a pretty thing like you doing out by this time?" Diego asked as he stalked towards the girl in a black dress. The detective."Mind if we walk you home?" Luke appeared behind her, tracing his fingers down her arm.I watched her freeze as she realized she was cornered by both men on the sidewalk. The dress she had on slipped up her thighs and Diego's gaze fell there. His lips curled into a disgusting smirk and his tongue darted out to lick it. "My my... You are a beauty."Jude took a step back but ended up bumping into Luke, gasping at the impact. "Stay back." She said, stepping to the side and away from them. The slight tremor rolling off her shoulder blades gave her away; she was nervous, afraid some would call it. But my detective wasn't scared. I knew what fear was and it didn't look like that. She looked like she was weighing her odds, doing the maths drastically in her pretty head. I didn't know how I should feel. It wasn't an execution, it was simply a warning of a sort.
Run, my detective. Run. I watched her stand from the stool, using her free hand to bring her dress down to a place of decency. It must have hiked up during our conversation. Not that I had anything against it being far up her thighs. That naughty little dress fit perfectly on her, revealing those curves and swells hidden beneath the police uniform she usually wore. My nose crinkled at the thought of her walking in here with a police uniform instead. Her jaw clenched as she fiddled with the purse in her other hand. She tucked in some hair behind her ear that had fallen across her face and pressed her lips into a thin line at me before turning and walking away. "The officer getting you all whooped up, boss?" Elias slid into the stool she was in and chugged down the drink I'd ordered for her. "What?" I asked as I watched the bartender refill my glass. Boyd was his name and he was an excellent mixologist. One of the reasons why I favored this bar alot. "You look nothing other
I felt the hair on my skin stand at the sound of the voice. Deep, husky and rich. For a moment I couldn't move. I felt it. I knew I stopped breathing. But still, somehow, my heart kept beating, rapidly. I felt him behind me, tall and still, like a storm waiting to be called. Slowly, I got control of my nerves, my body and turned towards him. I wanted to shut my eyes to whatever I was about to see. I wanted to let the glass slip from my hand into the ground and watch it crash and shatter. Like some sort of distraction, so I could escape, so I could run away from him. Was this how it felt to be around him up close? I was terrified.He was dressed in all black. A silk like shirt with the top unbuttoned just enough to know it was deliberate and a dark suit that fit him too perfectly. His face was sharp and looked like it was sculpted by the gods themselves. High cheekbones, strong jaw and full lips. A corner of it curving up into a half smirk.He knew. He knew what his prescence had don
I stared at the screen, blood rushing in my ears and my heart skipping a beat. Quickly, I shoved the phone into my pocket and left my hand in there to hide the slight tremor going through me.I glanced around, my eyes scanning the crowd of police officers and forensic techs. Somehow, in the midst of all this chaos, someone was watching me. Someone knew I was here."Laurent! You coming or something what?", Chief Marcus barked, already several places ahead of me. I could swear he was near me a second ago.Outside the warehouse ,the air was cool against my skin. Marcus led me to his unmarked car, leaning against the hood with his arms crossed and an annoyed look on his face."You want to tell me what you're doing at my crime scene when you're supposed to be on leave?", His voice was low and controlled as he stared down at me.I inhaled a bit and straightened my shoulders, "Sir, with all due respect-""Save it", He said,holding a hand up. "I know you, Laurent. Two weeks away from the job
This time when I woke up,outside my window wasn't dark anymore and there were no nightmares that had me heaving, sweating and panting. I let out a shuddering breath as I threw the covers off me. My head felt heavy. I had woken up with a pounding headache, the kind that spreads from behind your eyes to the base of your skull. Last night's tears had dried on my cheeks, leaving my skin feeling tight and uncomfortable. I'd promised myself I wouldn't cry anymore, but sometimes promises are hard to keep when the nightmares come. I still had the grey shirt and black pants I wore to the bar on. It was unnerving; the way the nightmares always hit like I'm having my breath knocked out. And then I find myself at a bar, trying to drink it all away. But it was different this time as I kept on feeling like I was being watched. Slacking my shoulders, I tried to make sense of the past few days. My fingers curled around the sheet I was on as I struggled to think of when I've ever had a sense of nor
I had expected to meet the bar with at least a customer or two, but it seemed I was the only one still strolling through the city's streets this early in the morning. Well, if you include the bartender, that will make us two. The twin doors at the entrance of the bar had opened with a little ding like the way a bakery or grocery store would do. I tried my best to hide the cringe that threatened to take over as I bought a bottle of alcohol and scanned the entire bar, looking for a good spot to settle in. Spotting one at an extreme corner that was dimly lit and secluded, I took large strides towards it. I settled in as I hoped to be away for an hour or two before I would have to return back to the base and resume my duties. Being the head of the mafia meant politics and maybe less action and violence as you can always have a lackey or someone else do it for you. But that wasn't the case for me. I had grown to enjoy the feel of having my katana against the neck of another, to have my da
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