My Deadly Secret

† Chapter One †

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© 2015 Ann Hunnestad

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† 2 YEARS LATER †

I breathed in and out a few times, making my whole body relax before I stepped out of the taxi. I fixed on my smashing red cocktail dress with a sweetheart neckline. And just to make my outfit even more complete, I had decided to put on my black platform shoes. Or as I liked to call them: my killer heels. I ran a hand through my black pixie cut, ruffling it up a little.

I picked up a blood-red lipstick from my wristlet purse. I popped up the lid on the lipstick and then I slowly dragged it over my plump lips. I didn’t exactly need lipstick since my lips had a beautiful and natural dark pink color, but the red made my lips pop out even more. I smacked my lips together a few times before I put on my best smile. Showtime.

I walked straight up to this nightclub called la Nuit that was the most popular nightclub in Paris. I didn’t even bother to stand in line; I simply smiled at the guard standing outside, giving him a nod before walking inside. Everything was easy if you were attractive.

The club was crowded with all kinds of people. Some were drunk; some were not. Some were dancing; some were talking. I on the other hand had absolute no plans on doing any of those things. I scanned the room thoroughly looking for one person and one person only. It didn’t take long before I saw him: Cédric Achilles 

Cédric was most of the well-known rapists in Paris, even by the police. But he had never been arrested due to the lack of evidence against him. None of the women that had been a victim of his crime had dared to witness due to the power Cédric have. He could have their whole family killed in seconds. Those kinds of people were the ones that disgusted me the most; those who could walk the street and never pay for what they had done. That would all change tonight.

Before I approached him, I closed my eyes. I stood there, in the middle of the dance floor taking deep breaths. I then opened my eyes, locking them right on Cédric. I smiled brightly when his eyes met mine. His eyes then went up and down my body a few times. He definitely approved, because when his eyes met mine again and he gave me a nod and a smile.

I knew very well why so many women had been victims for his crimes. He was indeed very handsome, and his smile was quite enchanting. If I didn’t know who he was, I would have said he looked like a God. But I knew better. Cédric was maybe handsome, but deep down he was as ugly as a naked mole rat; maybe even uglier. His looks did not make up for what he had done.

I kept my eyes on him as I started to move my body in rhythm with the music. I closed my eyes. It always made me concentrate better. I let the music guide me; I let it take over my body. Dancing had been a big passion of mine, until... Until the day my parents passed away. I opened my eyes before I started to get too deep into my own thoughts. I needed to focus.

I noticed that Cédric was no longer sitting with his friends. Dammit. That’s what I get for letting my thoughts wander freely around in my head. I was about to turn around when I felt two strong hands on my hips. I looked up, and I wasn’t exactly shocked to see who it was. I smiled at him as I started to move my hips against him. He leaned down and I could feel his breath against my air.

“May I ask what your name is, mademoiselle?” When he spoke, his cold breath tickled my hair, which sent chills all the way down to my spine; and it was not the good kind of chills.

“Renée.” I said in a French accent. Even though I had only lived two years in Paris, my French was almost perfect. I spoke it fluently and I was lucky enough to even be mistaken for growing up somewhere in France. It made my true identity easier to hide. I never told anyone where I really came from. I always had a few backup stories hidden in my mind somewhere. It wasn’t that hard to hide your identity when you didn’t hang out with people. I didn’t have any friends. It was easier that way if I ever had to leave unexpected.