Christine Peters (neé Samson) was beautiful. Not in the classical way with flowing hair and wide eyes but in a cold, ruthless way that sent shivers down your spine. She had high cheekbones and grey eyes that shone with a barely concealed madness. Ebony hair flowed down to her waist in rippling ways. She was a merciless beauty. The kind that reeled you in and sent you reeling.
She was also by no means free of sin. She'd committed her first crime at the age of fourteen. Arson. Police reports told the story of an insane young woman who'd set fire to her house, smiling as she watched her family burn alive, house blazing in the night. She was arrested but escaped from prison effortlessly within days.
From that night on, she continued to live a life of crime, a globetrotter of sorts. Her crime syndicate stretched across the entirety of Europe, with operatives everywhere. At age 23, she met her soon to be husband : Jensen Peters. Theirs was a whirlwind romance, filled with daring heists and murders, the stuff of murders.
Soon enough the couple set their sights on London, planning the details of their takeover with a mad frenzy. They were a match made in hell, driven by the same thing, the same want, the same need.
Power.
It was a fickle thing, generous to some, miserly to others and in abundance could drive a person insane. But if you took two insane people, tethered to the earth only by their love for each other and shared power with them. Well that was the true recipe for disaster.
But their plan was set, the arrangements finished. They had all they needed to complete their takeover. All that was left now was to get rid of a particularly pesky consulting detective and his police companion.
AN : Sorry for the short chapter and the long wait. School's kept me very busy but my holidays are next week so I can write lots Xxx
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