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Beautiful Red

Beautiful Red

作家:Liza Greyson

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Hood is the youngest of her team. Being transferred from a much lower branch to murders had made many doubt and be vary of the young cop but they are all in for a surprise. Add in a dashing millionaire, Christopher Wolf out to get her and a psychopath out for fairytale kills, it just makes it more redder. And Hood seemed perfect for the role of Red Riding Hood.
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  You are in the darker side of woods, darling,

  Running won't do you any good.

  For the wolf never lose sight of his Red Riding Hood.

  My chase for your beautiful red knows no end,

  Stop running before my love drops us both dead.

  For a wolf never lose sight of its prey till its haunted down,

  So darling, let us be bound,

  Let us drown,

  I promise to devour you so deliciously,

  I can swallow you whole so easily,

  So come to me freely,

  For I hold thirst for you so hungrily,

  You can still run with freedom,

  Only if its within my timberland

  For no part of you belong outside my wonderland,

  So, let us live this fairytale as I know,

  where the red solely belongs to the wolf

  For I will forever be the animal chasing your scent,

  And you will be my own Beautiful Red.

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  The dimly lit bar was quite other than soft murmur of whispers here and there. He had been sitting in a dark corner for some time now, eyes watching another figure. He had noticed that it wasn’t just his eyes that had strayed towards the figure. Almost every eye had run over her at least once but there was something forbidden about the figure which made one unable to look without a pause. And yet here was something siren about her, as if she was capable of making one do things.

  Anything.

  Everything.

  But he wasn’t one to be afraid of forbidden.

  He watched as the women dressed in worn out jeans and blood red hood drowned another drink impatiently as if she was very unwilling to be there. Mild boredom was clear on her very attractive face. He watched as the drink passed down her slender throat and he couldn’t help narrow his eyes. His lips pausing on the glass he was going to sip from before he slowly took a small gulp again.

  Her eyes weren’t looking at anything particular but he knew she was waiting for something because if not, she wouldn’t have stepped into such a bar.

  The place was usually only used by businessmen to drink or talk business. Hardly any women were seen ever. The atmosphere was made to attract men like him. His eyes had noticed her when she first stepped into the bar, her confident feet had passed by and by some force his eyes had followed and after almost an hour, he had yet to look away. First, he had looked away, brushing her attraction to be simple curiosity of a man but found his mind pulling his eyes unconsciously towards her. Which started from few stolen glances had turned into full time open stare in no time. He wasn’t afraid to display his interest.

  Now, he wanted to catch her eyes. See what color they danced in; how forceful their vigor was.

  He wanted to hear her speak, see for himself if she actually held that siren blood as seen.

  He had a certain taste in women, a very picky taste as his friends described. He had lived a very alone life as many mistook as lonely but he had capabilities to be bored of things before he knew and also knew that she wasn’t exactly his taste but then again, he had yet to taste her.

  He wanted to taste her.

  Suddenly she stood up, her hands picking up the refilled drink and his eyes traced how her back arched as she drowned it and then she started to smirk, that beautiful siren face danced in amusement as she stalked towards another figure sitting few feet away from her before she pulled out a sheet of paper from her hood.

  “Fredrick George Heights, I have a warrant for your arrest. You are being put under arrest for the rape and murder of your sectary Anne Jordan.” Her voice wasn’t loud but for some reason, it was exactly as he had expected it to be like. Soft, harsh and magnetic.

  Siren.

  The middle age man startled, looked at her and tried to dashed towards the exit before he was kicked down by her. She kicked the back of his knee, making him imbalance. She grabbed his arm before twisting it behind his back and cuffing him.

  “Resisting arrest won’t do you any good, darling.”

  A shiver run down his spine as he watched her take the man away and he wasn’t the only one. Every eye in the bar was watching her unashamed now.

  She turned only when she was near the exit and looked him straight in the eyes. Her head titling to one side before she pulled her red hood over her head, shielding his entire view of her and turned back to continue walking.

  But it was already too late.