REMI HOOD

Chapter 3

Remi

FBI, seriously? This country has gone pathetic. I shake my head as I finish my daily workout. Too bad those pretty boys can't solve their case, I smirk to myself. Finn Rider and Will Louis... Damn, that Will was fine, he seemed to find me attractive... I have no idea what he saw in me with my boring brown eyes, my naturally wavy hair, my small ears that stick out, my square shaped face with my pointy nose which gets bigger when I smile and on top of that, I had no makeup on. Sure, I have a killer body and I guess I am attractive, in a way, but there are plenty of other gorgeous women out there. He probably came from freaking London even though he works in the US as a FBI agent.

That accent, ah shit, Will Louis! You've got me bad. I grunt as I go into my house.

If those FBI agents find out who I really am, Will Louis' feelings towards me will vanish faster than lightning, I grin.

"Dad, I'm home!" I yell as I help myself with cereal.

"Oh! Hey sweetheart, after you finish your breakfast, do the job, okay?" He tells me and sits in front of me as I nod my head.

I swallow the cereal in my mouth. "Dad, did you know they called two FBI agents on this?"

He looks at me surprised and laughs, "I don't think we'll have to worry, they may be smart, but we are smarter." he winks. I blink at him.

"Be careful honey, I need to do my job too." He says when I do not reply.

"Don't kill anyone dad, you've killed innocent women for no reason this week!" I exclaim bitterly.

"I meant my job at the airport... And so, what about the women?" He scoffs.

"First you started to steal from the rich and innocent for no reason! Then you stopped and started to kill people, you would have continued if I didn't blackmail you on telling the police. We came up with a deal, remember the deal?" I glare at him.

He opens his mouth to say something, but I stop him, "The deal was I would steal from only the rich and corrupt people for you and that I won't kill anyone. The deal was that I would do the jobs and you will just stay at home and wait until your daughter brought money for you!" I rant. "That all changed, didn't it? On the anniversary mom died... You killed five innocent women! No one knows how mom died but something tells me you know..." I mutter coldly,

"I wonder if you were the one who killed her."

He knocks down the cereal bowl, pouring milk everywhere. He's angry. He grabs my neck, "Who are you to accuse me of killing the love of my life?!" He spits in my face.

"I am your freaking daughter! All the evidence points at you, I don't know why I don't remember anything that happened that night. I woke up on my sixth birthday on a hospital bed with the news of my mom's murder... on TV!" I shoot back, choking on the words as his grip on my neck tightens. He swears and drops me on the floor.

My morning routine sucks, I conclude as I stand up to clean the milk on the table.