New York Detectives (Book 3)

Chapter 18

I woke up, groaning in pain.

"Finally, Destiny's awake!" Dave yelled to someone and I squeezed my eyes shut; a throbbing pain going through my head and there was an ache in my jaw.

A car door slammed shut and I opened my eyes looking around, but closed my eyes shut at the pain of just looking around.

"You know how to play golf, Dave?" I asked, my voice soft from being unused.

"Oh, no. Those clubs were for show." He said and I nodded, coughing.

"Oh, what a shame. Learn how to play, maybe you and I can get together and play a few games. You've got quite the swing." I stated, making Dave laugh.

"Oh, I don't think you'll be getting out of here. " He stated as the creaking of a door caused Dave and I to still.

"So, you're Nathan's daughter. He said you were beautiful. Didn't say you would be so...." a woman's voice said, the noise coming from behind me.

"Curvelisous?" I asked but she made a sound of disapproval.

"Oh, no. The more curves, the more places for a man, or woman, to grab onto during sex. No, your father didn't say you'd look so sexy." She said, stepping in front of me and I looked up at her, squinting slightly at the light.

"Thanks, Darling." I said and she crouched down, resting her hands on my knees. As she crouched down, my eyes found hers. She had to be about 5" 6", wavey, black hair, green eyes, and red lipstick. Her clothing store was similar to my fashion; black top, jeans, black lace fingerless gloves, and high-heel boots.

"I've heard all about you, Ms Maiden. You're all over the London News with that Sherlock Holmes character. I've heard rumors of you and him being together."

I nodded and raised a brow.
"Those rumors are true. You seem familiar with my name, but I don't remember hearing yours before. " Desolation of Smaug running through my head, and making me want to giggle at the reference.

"Apologies, Ms Maiden. I'm Stacie Brook. " She smiled and curled a finger under my chin.
"Now, don't go forgetting it."

I nodded and she stood, walking behind me, playing with my hair.
"Don't think I can forget about a fan way back in my college days."

She giggled and started to braid my hair.
"Oh, I remember going to that party and seeing you in that darkened corner. The way the lights dimmed across your face-"

"Was as if the Light decided to play with the Darkness
As soon as a sparkle of Light touches you
The Shadow made sure to take its place

Your eyes were dark and hooded
Yet they lit up the room with the evil fire held behind them
Their blue stood for the blue skies you'd stare longingly at
Their green was the grass you lie upon in summer
Their gold was memories you wanted to keep.

The way you drank
Was art itself.
The only print of your lips was the blood red lipstick
The blood that pumps faster in myself
When I see you" I memorized and she giggled.

"I'm honored to know that you remember that." she said and I chuckled.

"I should. It was the best description of me. I was flattered. I still have that paper. It's framed and hanging on my wall in London."

She laughed.
"Good, good. I'm glad to know you kept it. You were a beauty back then, and you're a beauty now." She said as she tilted my head back and kissed me. I was surprised and unresponsive.

"Hm, perfect cupid bow." she mumbled as she held my face and I snapped out of shock.

"Hm, think mine are perfect? You should see my boyfriend's. Cupid would be jealous of his." I stated and she smirked, shaping my lips with her finger tip.