Page 3 of Red

Glancing over to the passenger seat, I smile at the cakes I’d made for her along with her favorite bottle of wine. I hope this puts her in a good mood for whatever she needs to tell me. I know cake and wine always make me feel better.

Chapter 2

Zeev

I hate stakeouts. They are so boring but unfortunately necessary. Right now, I’m outside watching this gas station to see if anything suspicious happens. So far it’s been a dead end, a waste of time. Jake and I got an anonymous tip that women were seen in a transport truck here. We weren't sure if they were just being transported through the gas station or if this was a place they held women too.

We needed answers and this was the only way. Neither of us wanted to come out here, but I drew the short straw. Finally, a car pulls up. The first one I’ve seen in the last few hours. I grab my binoculars out to get a closer look.

A slender woman gets out of the car and the moment I lay my eyes on her, my body suddenly zings with electricity. Goosebumps start to take over my body and my cock starts to harden. She calls to the deepest part of my soul and I don’t know why I’m drawn to her like a moth to a flame. I need to own her.

I’m no good for such a beautiful creature. I really should stay away from her. Unfortunately for her, I can’t walk away. She’s triggered something deep within me.

She is such a beautiful prey. Her dark brown hair hangs down her back. I imagine wrapping it around my fist. She’s a short little thing with an ass that I will sink my teeth into soon. Running my fingers down her spine, tracing her body, rubbing my cock in all her perfect spots that will fit my body so perfectly….

Watching her from the shadows, I feel my cock start to thicken more as she leans over putting the gas pump in her car. I let out a small groan. Her round ass is up in the air as if she’s presenting it just for me. My body feels restless as I imagine what it would feel to dip my fingers down her ass crack, brushing them against her pussy.

Once she was dripping just for me, I’ll thrust into her hard letting her juices cover my cock. My beast within is roaring, wanting me to release him on her, but I have to remember patience is a virtue. Not that I am great at having patience, but I will try. She looks like an innocent little thing, and I can’t wait to dirty her up.

I can see the moment she feels me. She stands up and her whole body stiffens. The little prey knows someone’s there, but she can’t see me from where I am standing and she won’t find me either. I wonder if she feels the connection between us too?

The woman goes into the gas station. I start to make my way from my hiding spot to another to keep eyes on her while she’s in the gas station. I duck behind a dumpster about fifty feet from the front door.

Before I even have a chance to get a glimpse at her, the door is suddenly pulled back and the woman makes her way towards her car. She seems to be in a hurry, her eyes are widened and her lips are pulled tight as if she’s scared.

The thought of her being scared gives me a sharp pain in my chest for some reason. I rub the center of my chest to help relieve it. I need to know what happened. I won’t stand for anyone causing her any kind of pain.

Forgetting the fact that I’m on a stakeout, I make my way into the gas station. My need to protect her has me forgetting all about my training and mission. I berate myself as I get closer, muttering under my breath. “What the fuck are you doing, Zeev? You don’t even know this woman. Who cares if she was scared.”

The feelings I seem to have for this woman are consuming me and I need to know what happened to her to make her run away. I seem to be drawn to her and I’m not sure why. Once I enter, I can see the gas attendant stiffen. It seems that my reputation precedes me. A small menacing smile comes across my face as I turn towards him. I look down at his shirt and read his name tag.

“Do you know who I am, Ryan?”

Scared shitless, he stutters out, “Yes, you’re The Wolf.”

“Good, now you can tell me what I need to know.”

He just stares at me but remembering that I need to know why my Red looked so scared when she left starts to take over. I make eye contact with the attendant and bark, “What did you say to that woman to scare her? Did you touch her?”

At first, he looks at me with confusion like he doesn’t know what woman I’m talking about. Then his eyes shift just a tiny bit. Almost unnoticeable, but I didn’t miss it and I know he knows who I’m talking about. His mind is moving a mile a minute and he’s trying to come up with an explanation, but I see the lie before it even leaves his mouth.

Towering over him, I lean closer to him so close he can feel my breath on his face.

I speak through gritted teeth. “Don’t lie to me, Ryan. You know what I’m capable of.”

He gulps and looks around, like maybe someone will walk in and save him, but it’s just him and me. He grabs the back of his neck, showing signs of distress and spits out, “I didn’t touch her. She paid for her drink and left.”

I can tell that there is more to the story. Needing to know, I pull back my arm and punch him. He lets out a scream, grabs his bloody nose, and yells, “Motherfucker, what did you do that for?”

Grabbing him by his neck and gritting my teeth, I force out, “That was just a warning. Now, tell me what‘d you say to her?”

Ryan holds onto his bloody nose whining, but he still hasn’t answered me. I push him back away from me.

“I know you said something to the woman. Tell me what you said.”

He shakes his head while still trying to stop the bleeding. “They’ll kill me if they find out if I tell you anything.”

I pull out my favorite knife, Lucille, from my back pocket. I always carry Lucille with me. She was a gift from my father. Ryan’s eyes widened with fear.

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