4: Le rire de la Lavande

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I woke up slowly, a groan full of pain coming out of my mouth as I tried unsuccessfully to raise my head.

I was in a dark place. Basement, apparently. The last thing I remember is Lavender chuckling before she makes me lose consciousness.

A more beautiful word to say I passed out.

I tried to raise my head again, fighting the blurring of my senses. After a long effort, I could see a vague figure in front of me leaning against a table.

"Finally, you woke up, Grand garçon." Lavender's French accent sounds almost like a gurgling cat in front of it's prey, "I was sure I killed you. I know I'm good, but not that much."

Only then did I notice that my hands were tied with my handcuffs and my mouth was blocked by a cloth. I groaned with pain, trying to focus my vision and wrestle with the handcuffs. Lavender noticed me struggling, and she giggled with pleasure, "Oh, Nick, how I missed you! My favorite cop, always so vulnerable to me! If I didn't knew, I'd say you have a crush on me." She raised her eyebrows at me.

She stood up, came over to me, and slowly passed her hand over my chest, groping as she whispered, "You know, I don't mind giving you another ride, right here and now. I can imagine it: you're below me, naked and tied with handcuffs, when I show you what I really am capable of..." I felt my friend in my pants starts to rise when the pictures passed through my head, "Oh, how much fun it can be." She moaned in my ear, turning me on. What I would not give to feel her, to hear her moans...

Then she moved away from me, a teasing smile on her full lips, "Unfortunately, I'm busy. We'll have to postpone it for a while later, Mon jouet."

I gasped, frustrated by the sudden irritation and rejection, watching her move away from me, moving her hips provocatively. I could tell she was wearing a dark purple wig that came to her shoulders, and she wore a short black dress and long black boots with a thin heel.

"And another thing: Don't let it get up to your ego that I kidnapped you," Lavender said lightly, looking at me and licking her lips teasingly, "You know I'm just using you."

I tried to let out an angry cry, but it was blocked by the cloth.

"What is it? You seem to have a hard time talking. You know what they say, if you have nothing important to say, don't speak. And it seems that you can't speak in this case either." A soft chuckle came out of her mouth as she laughed at her own joke.

"You must be asking what I want from you. Well," she leaned back on the wooden table, looking at me blankly, "I just want you to shut up and be pretty. I don't need you running around while I'm working. I don't like you're trying to clean up the murder scenes where I invest so many hours in order to arrange, just so that you can... Play with your brother?"

She smiled broadly as she said, "I think, from both of you, you're better. In bed, I mean. You have something more... Motivated. Goal oriented, I think that's how they say that."

She smiled at me and then went on, "It's no fun when your mouth is blocked, but I need you to be quiet for a while. I'm making a business meeting, you see, and I don't need a sexy guy like you to ruin it for me. But just in case he isn't going to be attracted to me, I have no problem letting him... Enjoy you." She suggested, biting her lips.

I was angry. I wanted to see her suffer, paying for what she had done to Jenny and so many others. I wanted to beat her. I wanted...

To fuck her. That voice shouted in my head.

What the hell is wrong with me? I thought with frustration.

"Well, Nicholas, I'll see you later. Try to entertain yourself until I'll come back." She turned to me, her black eyes sparkling with black humor as she teased, "Try not to start something without me that I'll want to finish." She turned and left, leaving me alone in the dark cellar, and all I had left to do was listen to her heels as she shuffled away from me sensibly and locked the heavy door behind her.

" She turned and left, leaving me alone in the dark cellar, and all I had left to do was listen to her heels as she shuffled away from me sensibly and locked the heavy door behind her

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~ Three hours ago ~

~ Jasper's P.O.V ~

I waited for the black car that was supposed to arrive with my informant, when suddenly I felt the vibration in my jeans pocket. I took out the black phone and looked at the display.

Game on! XXX

Lavender. She returned.

Before I had time to digest to that text message, I heard the creak of a car brakes as it stopped abruptly in front of me.

Something doesn't feel good here, I thought, and studied the door as it opened.

My heart sank to my underwear.

My informant, or what was left of him, lay in the car, with a woman bent over him, stabbing her knife in his chest and pulling it out smoothly, ugnoring the blood that stained everything.

Lavender.

Suddenly she raised her head, noticed me and smiled broadly. "Oh, Jasper!" She smiled at me, her black eyes smiling as she pulled the knife from the body of the assassin who was trying to kill her.

I felt the heart racing in my chest, and my mouth was dries. Lavender. So... beautiful. I thought.

"You killed my informant!" I blamed her, trying to ignore my heart in my chest that's trying to flip out of it.

She got out of the car, careful not to dirty her heels with blood as she walked around the body and came over to me. She smiled at me hypnotically and said, "I did you a favor. He planned to kill you. They found out about you, and The Boss sent them to kill you, Mon amour."

I froze abruptly. How does she knows that? And more important than that... How did The Boss knows about me?

She smiled broadly at me. "There are a few things I need you to do, ma beauté, if you want me to set free your brother."

I shook my head, knowing exactly what she meant. I muttered, "I don't do it anymore."

"Oh, don't get soften on me now! I love you when you're tough!" She caressed my cheek, making me squirm uncomfortably and at the same time making me want to come closer, let her touch me in the way only she knew.

"I promise you that this isn't a hard or a dirty work. You know I like to dirty my hands myself, especially in red." Her black humor made a shiver go through my back.

And still, I found myself succumbing again to her wishes as soon as her beautiful lips landed on my lips.

And still, I found myself succumbing again to her wishes as soon as her beautiful lips landed on my lips

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Another episode! Yay!

I know the chapters have become short, but I don't have much time to write them. Sorry! I try to spend as much as I can and I don't have much time!

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