Chapter 2 002

Miranda's POV:

"Well I'm glad it's out of our hands." He said with a hint of finality. I sighed and turned back to my drink.

"It's so sad," Erica said. "I hope their families find peace."

"I hope so too," Ferdinand said.

But how can they? Officer Kevin left behind a pregnant wife. Officer Stuart had a daughter who was just starting college. How can they find peace knowing that their fathers were killed by heartless criminals?

I drank the rest of my mojito. The music changed, and Ferdinand cheered.

"I love this song! Come on babe! Let's dance!"

They got up and turned to the dance floor. Erica turned to me, her eyes concerned.

"Perhaps you should dance. It'll help get your mind off things," she said.

"Yeah, find someone. Take him home or something. Just have fun." Ferdinand said with a suggestive wiggle of his brows.

I wrinkled my nose. "Ew."

He burst out laughing. "Still as anti-romantic as ever."

But before I could reply, they were already on the dance floor. I watched them dance, lost in each other's eyes and my heart felt warm. Love and relationships was something I had sworn off on. I didn't need the distraction, and divided attention. I went back to my drink and ordered another one.

A chill suddenly ran down my spine, and I felt a pair of eyes on me. I turned around quickly, but all I could see was the busy dancefloor and all the couples there. The feeling wouldn't shake off, and with it came the distinct feeling of danger.

I reached for my hip and my hand met nothing. I quickly remembered that I was out of uniform, and in a body con black dress.

Okay Miranda, calm down. It's nothing, you're just overreacting.

Three men walked into the bar.

My heart dropped into my stomach.

From their looks alone, I knew they weren't ordinary. The one in front, I would guess was their leader was very tall. Well over six feet. He had long black hair tied at his nape and striking blue eyes. He had his head high, a cold disdain on his quite handsome features. He wore a suit and tie, quite the outfit for a nights out, which further added to my suspicions. The other two beside him smoked cigars, their eyes hidden with dark shades. They wore basic clothes, shirt and slacks.

The feeling of impending danger grew and grew.

I turned to the dance floor, trying to find Ferdinand. He was completely engrossed with Erica.

I turned back to those men. They made their way to the lounge area, headed for who I saw was a man in a vacation shirt surrounded by women. The moment he looked up and saw the three men approaching, he jumped to his feet. The blue eyed man pulled out a gun and fired.

The bar erupted into chaos. The music stopped and people began running in all directions. I ducked, my back pressed to the bar.

Of all days to be unarmed!

More gunshots were fired, the blue eyed man unflinching despite it all. I looked at the man he had been firing at. Three dead bodies lay at his feet, more men with guns.

"Miranda!" Ferdinand called out. I turned to see him crouching Erica to his chest. "Get over here!"

The blue eyed man put his gun away and walked away. The shooting continued. The bar began to get quite as more people ran out. I looked at Ferdinand. He shook his head. I turned and ran.

"Miranda!" he screamed above the chaos.

I crept behind the man, making sure I left a safe distance between us. He walked with purpose, heading to the back of the building. My brows furrowed in confusion, what is he doing?

The night's air bit at my exposed arms and legs, and I wanted to turn back and return to the warmth of the bar. The sound of sirens began wailing in the distance. The man walked to the garage. He took something I couldn't see out of his pocket and turned down a sharp corner.

I paused, wondering if to just turn back or continue tailing him. On second thought, I'm sure Ferdinand can handle it.

I sped up and turned down the corner.

The next thing I felt was a hand clamped around my neck. My eyes went wide and I immediately slammed my fist into his face. Blood spurted from his nose. And yet he did not blink. He didn't even flinch.

My heart began to race. His grip on my neck tightened as he applied more pressure. I struck his hand, kicking as hard as I could.

He didn't fucking budge. He just stared at me, blank.

His eyes were clear and completely dead. I hadn't seen such eyes on a human before. So devoid of life and light.

"You have been staring at me from the moment I walked in." he said, his voice strangely soft and gentle. I expected a deep voice to match the build.

That made him all the more dangerous.

He dropped me to the floor. I grasped my throat and gulped down lungfuls of air. Each time I tried to speak, I would start coughing. My lungs burned, and my throat hurt.

"Who are you?" he asked.

I looked up at him, my eyes red and watering. He clicked his tongue.

"I do not like that look."

Before I could reply, his fist shot out, faster than I could follow and struck my face. The force of it rattled my brain in my skull. The corners of my vision darkened, and I blacked out before I could recover. The last thing I remember was being dragged through the floor and thrown into a trunk.