Kidnapped By My Hero

A Redheaded Woman

Chapter Two

A Red Headed Woman

I can't help but watch her as she sleeps. She looked peaceful, younger. She looked more like the girl I'd met three years ago.

When I'd woken up in the morning and she'd gone... I felt like I'd lost, even though I'd just had the best sex of my life. And I had a lot of sex. But with her it was refreshing. She was confident, but I knew I brought out her submissive side. There was something deep inside of me that loved watching this strong woman beg to be vulnerable.

I smiled as a song came on the radio, tuned to an oldies station.

Well brunettes are fine man

And blondes are fun

But when it comes to getting dirty job done

I'll take a red headed woman

A red headed woman

It takes a redheaded woman

To get a dirty job done

She never failed to surprise me. I expected her to give in as soon as she saw me, not to speak our entire journey. I mistakingly thought she would be scared, which amazed me, but more to the point; I didn't expect her to be so angry.

Sighing, I turn the radio down, so it's just background noise. She wouldn't be angry if she knew I'd just saved her life.

Well listen up stud your life's been wasted

Till you've got down on your knees and tasted

A red headed woman

A red headed woman

It takes a read headed woman

To get a dirty job done

I told her I'm a killer. A good one, I'm not rich for no reason. And I told her I don't kidnap people. That's far too much work for me, and too messy. But I didn't tell her that I wasn't hired to kidnap her, I was hired to kill her.

But when I saw her picture, I knew it wouldn't be easy. I'm ashamed to admit it, but it took me longer than ever to talk myself into going to her apartment to wait for her. But when she walked in, when I saw her, I knew I couldn't kill her.

She can never know that though.

This woman has made me weak.

I've killed women before. I've killed women I've fucked before. But she was different, she was...

Mine.

I bury that thought deep inside my mind, refusing to think about it. We'd had one night, and she left. It meant nothing.

She sighed lightly in her sleep, her eyebrows furrowing. I resisted the urge to run my fingers through her hair, knowing if she caught me, I'd probably shoot myself so I didn't have to listen to her shout at me.

Tight skirt, strawberry hair

Tell me what you've got baby, waiting under there

Big green eyes that look like song,

They can see every cheap thing you've ever done

She must have had Scottish blood in her. This song was perfect for her. Her wild red hair, freckles, pale skin, and hypnotic green eyes, not to mention her figure. My eyes travelled down her tight, revealing clothes, and my jaw clenched of its own accord.