Redrum

Meeting Scarletta

There she sat. Her curvy body sitting patiently at the bar, waiting for her drink. Her tight, red dress was enough to fulfill any man's fantasies, but she sat alone. Silently watching the crowd, looking for her next victim.

Her aim was simple; murder. And these were her easiest victims. The unsuspecting, drunken guys looking for a quick lay. And with her sharp facial features and amazing body, she always had a plethora of guys at her disposal.

"Here's your Manhattan, Miss." The young bartender said as he sat the glass in front of her. She grabbed the drink skeptically, smelling it to make sure it wasn't spiked. When she dubbed it good, she took a long drink. The strong whiskey stung her throat as she drank, but she relished in the feeling.

"Excuse me." A masculine voice said from behind her. She turned around and saw a very tall, muscular man standing in front of her. He was dressed in a dark suit, but she could easily see the outline of his muscles through his shirt. His hair was cut short on his head and looked soft enough for her to run her fingers through. It was dark in the club, but she could still see his piercing blue eyes staring back at her, taunting her.

"Yes?" She asked cooly. She had to keep her demeanor straight, she didn't want anyone to become suspicious.

"I saw you from across the room, and I just needed to know your name." He admitted, almost embarrassingly.

He's perfect. She thought to herself. He's shy, unsuspecting, and by the looks of it, probably a little tipsy. And he was going to be an easy victim, but she knew she would have to get him to loosen up a little before she could get inside his head.

"Well," She said seductively. "I'm Scarletta." She watched as his eyes slightly widened and sparkled with curiosity. "Scarletta," The mystery man said, testing her name out on his lips. The way her name rolled off her tongue sent a shiver down her spine.

"That's quite the name," He said. "is it a family name?" She nodded her head. "It was my great grandmother's." He nodded his head in understanding while slowly moving closer to the mystery beauty that was Scarletta. He just couldn't help himself, there was just something about her that seemed to pull him to her.

"What about you," She asked. "what's your name?"

"James. James Smith." Hmm, pretty generic, She thought, not something to stick in someone's head. Perfect.

"Well James, can I buy you a drink?" His eyes widened at her request and nodded slowly, slightly shocked.

"What's wrong?" Scarletta asked, seeing his slight hesitation.

"Nothing just, most girls would wait for the guy to make the first move." She had to refrain from rolling her eyes. Yes, but most girls also aren't trying to kill you. She thought to herself.

"Well, I'm not like most girls." She winked at him and turned back around, waving over the bartender. And even though he obviously had many other angry customers waiting for their drinks, he came right over.

"What can I get for you?" His voice was slightly shaky as he spoke. There was just something about this woman that made him nervous. Especially the fact that every time she looked at him, he felt like she was examining him, figuring out that he didn't belong here. And he didn't. He was only nineteen. Barely old enough vote and definitely too young to be working as a bartender in a famous nightclub in New York. But, desperate times called for desperate measures. He needed the money and his boss had no problem hiring underage kids, so it was a win-win.

"I'll take two shots of vodka, please." Her voice was strong and confident as she spoke, she never wavered or squeaked.

The bartender quickly poured the two shots and handed them over to her, being careful not to look her in the eyes.

"Vodka?" James questioned. "Are you sure you can handle that?" His degrading words immediately put a scowl on her face. Now, Scarletta didn't feel as bad as she would've tonight, the world doesn't need another misogynistic pig like him in it.

"Trust me, sweetheart," she said. "I can handle a lot more than that." She winked at him and threw the shot back, the strong liquid burning her throat as she did, but she didn't let it show.

She looked back over at James, seeing him just staring at her, not even touching his shot.

He couldn't help it, she was just so hypnotizing. He couldn't help but stare. It was almost as if she just demanded all of the attention in the room.

She met his eyes, then looked down at the shot sitting on the bar, then looked back up at him expectantly. He smirked and downed the shot, all while maintaining eye contact with the beautiful woman beside him.

"You know," She says, catching him off guard. "it's a little loud in here, maybe we should go somewhere a little more quiet." And it was in that moment, she knew she had him trapped. The way his eyes dilated and his jaw ticked. His hands formed into fists, almost as if he was trying to keep himself from touching her.

"Let's go." He says through gritted teeth as he pulls her out of her seat and towards the exit of the club. He led her through the parking lot until they reached the reserved parking, where only the best of the best could park, and steered her towards a sparkling white Rolls Royce.

Her eyes widened as she took in the beautiful, and no doubt extremely expensive, car. It's not like she had never seen one before, she did live in New York, after all. But she didn't realize this man was so well off. If you saw him on the street, you would've thought he was just some regular, model looking, guy.

"Woah, how can you afford something like this?" Her voice was full of awe as she stared at the car, then up at him. A sly smirk forming on his lips.

"I have a quite a few connections in the city. I'm able to pull a few strings here and there to get what I want." He didn't make a move to try and hide the pride in his voice. And he never said he actually worked for the money, he just got it. Like it fell from the sky or something. Yet another thing for Scarletta to check on her list of things she doesn't like about him.

But, she manages to push her dislike to the back of her mind and climb in the car. After she's strapped in, she turns and looks at James, a smirk on his lips.

"Ready to have some fun?"

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A/N

Okay, I know what you're thinking. 'Seriously, this bitch put out ANOTHER story?' Yes. Yes I did. Yeah, I know I don't update on time and all that, but I couldn't help myself.

I'm really excited about this book and wanted to share it with you guys. It's my first time writing a book in third person so I hope I did okay. Anyway, enjoy!