Chapter 1: Red Lipstick
28 year old Emma Swan slipped the smoking gun into the waistband of her jeans. Running as fast as her feet could carry her, the woman made a beeline for Times Square; gunshots and yells behind her, echoing throughout the dark alleyway. The lights shined brighter as a smile crept across her bare lips. She knew that if she could make it into the crowd, she'd be safe. The cold New York air swept through her long blonde locks as she ran, faster than she ever could have dreamt
Just as she was home free, a man dressed all in black grabbed her, pressing a cloth to her mouth as he held her arms. Emma struggled against him, her legs flailing and her mouth trying not to inhale the substance. The liquid and the man were too strong. Her body became limp, her mind swirling, and her world went black.
Smack!
Emma woke up in a frenzy, pain radiating throughout her cheek and face. Her nails dug into the soft leather of a couch, her vision rapidly adjusting to the light; she lay, thankfully still fully clothed, in a small office, bars on the windows, a large white oak desk, black and white tree wallpaper, along with some bookshelves and small tables. Two men, dressed in designer suits, stood above her. "Good. I wasn't looking forward to throwing water on the boss's new leather couch." the one man said in a thick Italian accent. Emma stuttered, seeing a large Tommy Gun in his hand.
"Look uh ..." The blonde began, swinging her legs off the couch as she looked up at the men. "I think there must be some kind of mistake. You're looking for the wrong girl." Emma hand caressed her waist. My gun. "Looking for your pistol, blondie?" a sultry voice said, the words flowing like silk. Both men hurriedly moved to the side, the light shining through an open doorway. The thin outline of a woman before Emma, the sound of heels on marble making her body shake; whether fear or excitement ... she couldn't tell. The goddess stepped into the light, revealing her beautiful face and features. Her long brown hair curled slightly against her shoulders, wearing black dress pants and a tight red blouse that matched her lips, the woman reached down and grabbed Emma's chin.
Her nails dragged against pale white skin slowly as her mouth moved to Emma's ear. "So you're the little whore who killed my best hit man?" she growled. The scent of apples and thick perfume filled the air, masking Emma's fear/arousal. "I didn't mean to. He attacked me first." The blonde confessed. Her body frozen under the brunette's touch, knowing if she didn't stay still, the burly man with a gun would end her. The woman above Emma laughed, shoved her away as she backed up, her figure becoming more prominent in the light. "So ... what should we do to her, boss?" The second man asked, moving to stand behind the apparently powerful brunette. "Should we ... take care of her?" The first man asked, crossing his arms and letting the gun rest against his shoulder blade.
Emma's body shook as her eyes connected with the brunette's; fear swirling within her blue eyes, her lip quivering. Emma Swan was not one to show emotions, but now was a different situation than breaking up with a pesky boyfriend. "No." The brunette finally said. The words flew into Emma's ears, making a wave of sudden relief wash over her. "I want to make a deal, Swan." the voice growled. "Anything." Emma said breathlessly, her body aching with pain still from the slap. Suddenly, the woman pulled out a gun from her back pocket and clicked the safety off; never had such a small noise made Emma want to cry. "Beg." The voice snapped, turning her hand slowly to the side.
A/N and that's that! Little idea I've had in my head. I promise more will come! Hope you enjoyed it and please review!