The Sinful Seduction

prologue

Chapter 1

I ran and ran over the dark streets of the late night city of New York and hid myself in a trash barrel behind an alley. My eyes graze at the sky blue birthday gown adorning my body which is now reduced to a rag. Recalling the harrowing events from the last few hours which changed my life completely, I look at my bloodied hands rising to my eyes and break down into a yowl.

It is my birthday today but unfortunately the most woeful day of my life. I lost both my parents just a few hours back and killed the man who murdered them. I am already a bloody murderer just at the age of thirteen. The recollection of the sinful thought brought cold shivers down my body.

A few hours later...

Two men involved in a discussion pass down the alley. I quickly pulled myself down into the bin but regretfully one of them seems to have already noticed me. "Hey Little Girl! Why are you hiding yourself here?" Gauging me his eyes roamed the sooty place with disdain. I assessed him carefully. He was dressed in a black suit with well defined abs. "Are you a cop?" I held myself up in panic already regretting the choice of words I had used. He shook his head with a smile and raised his hands indicating himself to be harmless and then his interrogation began.

"Why are you out on the streets at this late hour Little girl?" He asks me with an endearment. Something triggers in my mind and I take out the knife that I hid in my back pocket pointing towards him "just back off or I am going to kill you." I raised my voice trying to sound fierce with a piercing gaze addressing him. "We are not your kidnappers." He speaks in a soft voice but acts spontaneous to push his black coat aside revealing the revolver tucked in the waist of his pants. "Calm down, I am not going to kill you but for that you are going to tell me the truth." His chocolate brown eyes were analyzing me head to toe with a shrewd leer.

The man beside him smiles at me and taps the shoulder of his friend. He takes a step forward and pulls the knife away from my hands. "These dangerous tools are not for little girls like you." He speaks to me like a parent who lectures his child and lifts me in his arms. I tried to wiggle away from his arms but he seemed to have a strong hold never allowing me to slip away. I hit him on the chest with my balled fists but alas, my touch least affects him. He seems unfazed with a clear determination in his eyes and walks to his car carrying me. He carefully puts me in the passenger seat and belts me. His friend slips at the back and the car starts to move.

"I am Aiden Gregory Pascal, CEO of 'Gregory group of Industries'. He introduces himself. "And he is my friend Adrian." Introducing the man seated at the back. He points to me with a command and lets out "you are going to speak up the truth once we reach the home." And then deftly maneuvers the car into the busy dark streets of New York.