"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.
Lihat lebih banyakHe was mad. If he thought he could just waltz in here, look at me with those pretty blue eyes and kiss me, he was more insane than I thought him to be. Asides being a psychotic murderer, he also appeared to be a whore. A very beautiful whore who knew how to use a sword as well as the knights that existed in the 80s. "And why would I let you do that?" I managed to get the words, ignoring the burn in my throat to say the word I'm sure he wanted to hear."And why wouldn't you?" He whispered as his eyes drifted down to my lips and back."Because you're a mad man."His laugh was almost contagious as it boomed across the empty space of the room, leaving a slight echo to it, "I've been called worst Jude."He traced his thumb on the line of my bottom lip and pulled gently, his eyes never leaving mine. "Officer Laurent..." he paused as if trying to figure something out. "Is that how they say it over at the station?"I sucked in a breath sharply when he wrapped half of his palm around my neck,
He was crawling up and towards me from the hole he was in. It was dark and seemed to be endless if I were to fall in through there. Why did he have claws!? I squinted my eyes as I tried to make sense of what I was seeing. He placed another hand in front of the other as he lifted his weight gradually, trying to crawl out of the hole. It was the man I'd stabbed to death. I was seeing clearly now and his eyes were wide open, with a trail of blood seeping through from the corners and trailing down his cheek. "Just your imagination Jude." I whispered as I stared down at him from where I stood. Underneath my foot was a puddle of crimson liquid, blood. I forced a gag down, pressing my lips into a thin line and doing the one thing I did best asides from landing in trouble. Hurt myself. I used the index and thumb of my right fingers to pinch my left arm. Pain shot up my arm, directing my focus to where I was. My eyes left the man crawling towards me to look around. It was a dark expanse of s
You are a murderer Laurent! I slammed the door shut behind me as I leaped into the quiet dark space that was my home. My hands were still trembling as I stumbled across the path leading to my bedroom door. It was just seconds away but it felt like minutes. The whole of my body burned from the way they had held and pushed me around. I was at the entrance of the room when my legs gave out and I fell on my knees, scraping the skin at the surface. He wasn't breathing. I had checked for a pulse and I didn't feel one. The air around me suddenly became thick. I clutched the front of my dress as I struggled to breathe. It wasn't a nightmare this time. This was real. I had taken a man's life out of my foolish desire for clarity. For a glimpse of the unknown. My eyes burned as I struggled and failed to keep the tears from falling, my breath coming out in short painful gasps. I didn't deserve to cry. All the oaths I took, the training, my pledge to the country. I destroyed everything in minutes
"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
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