Prologue

The night before

I looked at my watch, it was still pretty early to go home but I was really tired. We had been in the restaurant for hours, the place was crowded which meant waiting forever. The waiters were running around all over the place, yet it seemed like they came ten men short. It's always like this here, it's one of my favourite restaurants, so I just keep on coming. He smiled as he looked over to me.

"Do you fancy dessert?" he asked

"Does that count you?" I replied as I circled my finger over the wine glass. I hadn't felt so lucky in a long time. Before I had met him, I must say I hardly went out. Work and home that was the only thing on my menu, until that night. I remember it clearly, it was the bachelorette party of one of my co-workers, we went to this bar, to the club and there he was. I spotted his dark eyes looking over at me at the bar. The first thing I noticed was how tall he was, 6'0", luckily I had decided to put on high heels, after changing my mind a billion times. He was the guy in high school every girl dreamt of and you just knew you could never possibly have a chance to get with him. On our second date he had told me he was partly Cuban, which of course explained his Latin appearance. I've always had a weak for guys with a Southern look. At that club he asked me for my number, and now we were on one of our almost weekly dates. It was almost as being in a relationship, yet with less complications. Or it started as that, at least.

"Nope, they aren't serving that here," he said playfully looking at the dessert menu.

"Well, how about we call it a day then and go to a place where they do serve that?"

"That's an idea," he called the waiter to pay the bill. He passed the waiter his Visa. He must have noticed me watching his every move, because he couldn't help but smile. As the waiter left, he reached over the table and took my hand in his. "You know I'm the lucky one here."

"You are?"

"Coming home to a girl like you, after the job I've got, it's just heaven."

I smiled and couldn't help but blush.

"Do you think my job is that great?"

"Maybe not, but it doesn't involve death people."

"Not usually no." I smile.

"Thank you for choosing for our restaurant," says the waiter as he returned with the paid bill and the Visa. "We hope to see you again soon."

"Well that depends whether the lady will accept my next dinner date," he replied, and then he came over to my side of the table and helped me up, just like a real gentleman.

"If you keep on acting like a gentleman, you might just get lucky."

Upon arriving at my place, it was pretty hard to control ourselves. I'm not sure how he did it, but just with the way he looks at me, he knew how to turn me on. And then of course the way he subtle rubbed his hand over my leg, whenever we hit a red light. It was obvious what he had on his mind, what we both had on our minds. He parked my red convertible in my usual parking spot, took the keys out of the ignition. I moved over to him, rubbing against his leg as I pushed the button to make the top slide back. He ran his hand over my back, over the skin that my dress revealed. Only by his touch, I got goose bumps all over. He knew very well what the effect was that he was having over me.

We got out of the car. Taking the stairs, that lead to my little studio flat, was a real torture. After a shower of rain the steps had become very slippery. It was pretty much a survival arriving upstairs in one piece.

"You really need to get that fixed. It could be deadly one day." He said as we entered. He put his phone and gun on the bedside table, even though he knows that I hate that he does that.

"I know I told the letter to get it fixed three months ago, but still no result. I even told him if I'd fall, I'd come live with him downstairs. It's his responsibility. I'm not going to put a new one, especially not since I don't plan on staying." I had been renting this place for a few months now, after my own apartment got destroyed by a fire. I simply had no energy left to get it rebuild after working hours.

"You're moving?"

"Not yet. Still have to find the perfect house. But you never know I might meet prince charming and he might take me away to his castle. You know this place has its charm but I would love to live in my own place one day" I said as I kicked off my shoes. "Do you fancy a drink?" I felt him move in closer behind me, moved his lips over my neck.

"I've got a better idea," he whispered in my ear.

I felt his hands move over my body, our lips met as I turned around. Slowly he walked me over to the bed, not wasting any time. He unzipped my dress at the back and ran his hands over my bare back towards my shoulders, sliding the straps of my shoulders, replacing it with soft kisses. Since it had been a warm day, I had decided to wear a summery dress, leaving no room put up on a bra. So when he slid the dress of my shoulders, he revealed my breasts. My nipples had already erected by excitement.

I unbutton his green shirt, revealing his chest, his lovely six pack. While my hands moved on to unbutton his pants, my eyes did not separate from his. I couldn't help but smile as I moved my hands inside of his pants and felt how excited he was.

Foreplay was a nice thing but it was obvious he wasn't in the mood for that tonight. He kicked his shoes out and took his pants and boxer off, standing in all his glory in front of me. I bit my lip, even though it was really tempting, I wasn't just planning on giving in that easily. I kissed him again and pushed him on the bed.

I moved to the back of the bed and put one of my feet on the bed and slowly pulled off my stocking after I released it from the garter. He studied every inch of my body, while I did the same with the other one.

"I just know what we can do about that," he said as he moved to the back of the bed and pulled my string down together with the garter. I stepped out of them. "Come here, baby".

I sat down on his lap and he kissed me passionately.

"You have no idea how much I want this."

"I think I've pretty much got an idea, unless that's your phone poking me."

"Oh it's not." He smiles as he pulled me back with him on the bed.

I rubbed my hand over his chest, circling my fingers around his nipples. He closed his eyes in pleasure. I sat up on him as I looked down and let him slip inside of me and slowly started to straddle him. He pulled me down to him and kissed me passionately, while I kept moving. As he released me from his kiss, he looked with his big brown eyes into mine.

All of a sudden I heard a noise coming from downstairs.

"Did you hear that?"

"No, it's probably nothing, just keep going baby."

But as soon as he said that we heard a fight coming from downstairs. It seemed as though two men were shouting to each other. And only a few seconds after the fight started we heard a bang.

"Ok, that was not nothing." He pushed me off him, rushed into his pants, and took the gun that he had laid on the bedside table. "That door leads downstairs right? Is it locked?"

"Normally should be. But the key is in the lock." I put a bathrobe from the closet.

"Stay here." He unlocked the door and signed me to be quiet.

I waited for a while, but it seemed to take hours instead of minutes, and he still hadn't returned. I decided to go downstairs as well. I sneaked down the stairs. Once I arrived there, there was blood everywhere.
"Baby?" There was no answer. I went into the kitchen, making sure I didn't step into the puddle of blood. In the kitchen there was a man lying on the floor, facing down. There was blood all over him and around him. I realised that he was death. "Oh god." I was so tensed I hadn't heard him walk towards me.

"Hey come here." He pulled me against him, pulling me away from the cruel scene that apparently had happened underneath us. "We need to go back upstairs, so we don't incriminate the crime scene any more than we already have."

"Ok."

"Are you alright?" He asked me as he felt me tremble.
"I guess." I said as we went back upstairs. It was the first time I had seen a death person, I had no idea how I was supposed to feel. Suddenly it hit me what he had said. "Crime scene?"

"Yeah, it's pretty ugly downstairs." He sat me down on the bed and reached for his phone.
It was like at that point it was hitting me what might have happened. It hit me that nothing would ever be the same again. I slipped of the bed onto the ground, staring in front of me.

"This is Delko, There has been a shooting, send over the crew to East Miami, Regina Avenue 12." He looked over to me and kneeled down next to me. "And send an ambulance along with it. I've got someone going in shock here."