Page 4 of Capturing Ava
MEETINGAVA
THE GHOST
TEN YEARS AGO
My body was coursing with adrenaline after the last job. Even as he took his last breath, the screams continued to echo in my ear. It was as if music filled my ears, but the excitement only arose when their breath halted and there was only silence around me.
A clean shirt and a few Jack Daniels later, I’m feeling more relaxed. The echoing music surrounds me, but I pay no attention. The blood-lust following the last kill has only just dispersed. Even the erotic dancers on stage cannot hold my attention.
I wasn’t sure what was wrong with me.BLACK DIAMONDwas a notorious hang-out for the dregs of society. Those doors wouldn’t catch the attention of any high-class individuals. Mobsters, thieves, crooks, murderers. If you were on the wrong side of life, this was the go-to spot. Despite its deceptive appearance. From an insider’s point of view, this appeared to be the epitome of style.
It felt like a tiny demon, luring you into a false sense of safety, gripping you with its claws, and tempting you to indulge in your deepest, darkest wishes. My desires peaked as she glided across the room, like an angel I can’t look away from. Was I drooling? I run my hand across my face, searching for drool, but breathe a sigh of relief when I find it’s dry.
Her legs come my way, her enticing hips swaying, tempting me like a seductive seductress. She didn’t even notice me, but she caught my attention, which hasn’t been easy. I can’t help but feel desire curling inside me when I see her move. Her presence compelled me to pause, shrouded in her spell. Her hair, a vibrant golden hue like the sun, flows down her body in waves, making her irresistible the closer she gets.
“Mind if I join you? Her enchanting voice seduces my senses. Not only was she angelic in appearance, but she also had an angelic voice. I just nod and watch as she moves her perfect ass onto the seat next to me. “Not much of a talker?” She smiles.
“Depends on the conversation.” Her plump pink lips press together as if she’s deep in thought.
“I’m Ava, by the way.” She smiles while holding out her small, delicate hand. I scoff as I feel the juxtaposition of her supple skin against the roughness in my palm while holding her hand. “Do you have a name?”
“Doesn’t everyone have a name?” I smirk, “still deciding if I want to give that.”
“Hostile,” she smiles, “I like it.” My brows shift in confusion. “No names. How about you buy me a drink instead?” This girl had brass balls, I had to give her that.
“Sure, why not?” I smirk. “What will it be?”
“I will have what you’re having. What is it? Scotch? She asks.
“Not quite,” I smirk. “Two more.” I signal the bartender to bring a fresh round of drinks. He nods, and before I can react, two more drinks are forcefully placed in front of us.
“So, nameless stranger.” She brings the glass to her lips and I smirk as I see a grimace cross her plump lips. “What’s your story?” Oh, great, we were going to have a pleasant conversation. I just sit there pursing my lips, thinking if I want to divulge any information to the surprise that sits before me. “Not much of a talker, uh, oh well, I can talk and you can listen.” She states as she swallows the last dregs of the whiskey from the glass.
“Bold of you to assume I want to listen to you,” I smirk while my eyes run across her silky fucking legs I can’t stop imagining draped across my shoulders.
“Ouch,” her hands clasped across her heart. “Hit me where it hurts.” A small chuckle squeezes from my throat. “Wow, is that a laugh?”
“No,” I shake my head at her. “That was not a laugh.”
“No?” She raises a brow. “kind of sounded like a laugh and dare I say a smile.” She grins. “You should do that more.”
“Do what?”
“Smile,” I watch as her fingers tease the rim of the glass. Every movement she makes doesn’t go unnoticed. “I mean, I dig this whole brooding act of yours but—.” Her fingers shift to her hair. “You have a pretty smile.” She mutters.
I’m bewildered as I lock eyes with her, but soon I’m taken aback in surprise. Fuck. Was she blushing? The blush on her creamy complexion travels from her slender neck to her cheeks, eliciting an immediate response in my body.
“You going shy on me now?” I whisper.
“Uh, no—I,” she struggles to get her words out.
“Oh, you are shy, baby.” The moment those words leave my lips, her eyes widen and that blush grows into a beautiful pink blush. Fuck, I had never been this hard in my life.
“I still don’t know your name.” She smiles.
“Why do you want to know my name?”
“Well,” her fingers tease my bare arms, and I shudder in response. “I want to know what name to call out when you fuck me.” She whispers.
