Forbidden Romance

Forbidden Romance-Chapter 1

Chapter 1
Love at First Sight

"Freeze!"

I aimed my gun, my hands still, ready to shoot at any retaliation. The criminal that most policemen in the state were after was stood before me. A knife drenched in blood, a corpse laying lifeless, a gun packed with bullets. The criminal was standing there, stunned, although no emotion was visible on his face. A warm smile sprouted slowly on his face. The figures deep, navy eyes focused on mine.

"Yikes! The policemen have finally caught me! Whatever am I going to do?"

I zone out, focusing on his posh, stiff, gravely voice. It was almost soothing. Not too soothing though, i had to focus on the real world. I shook my head until I came back down to earth and grasped my gun tight. This guy was super sarcastic; a typical murderer. His loosens himself up, sliding his delicate, veiny fingers against the bloody knife. He chuckles, licking his teeth.

"I've gotta be honest, you're pretty cute for a big, tough policeman,"

I hesitate, I could feel my cheeks turning pink. What is this guys problem? Trying to seduce me to get out of going to prison? No chance.

"I'll have you find I'm a professional policeman, thank you,"

He howls at me as if I've just pissed my pants. He nearly falls over laughing. He was really getting on my nerves.

"Yeah, yeah: of course you are,"

He then carries on to wheeze so I shoot my gun at the wall behind his shoulder. He immediately stops: his face grew tense.

"Wow, quite cocky I see, I'm only trying to have a little fun!"

He snarled, looking to the side.

"P-put your hands in the air!"

I stutter. Oh god, now he'll think I'm a big, fat baby who's terrible at their job. One mistake and he'll go wild.

"Oh! I'm sorry, I forgot I was a criminal for a second, not your boyfriend,"

Great. I probably now look as if I'm an angry tomato. This guy was cracking himself up with his own words.

"Aww, look who's all flustered, he can't even shoot me!"

He smirked whilst giggling around the room as if he had a crowd of people. The only people in the room was me, the killer and the corpse (if you count the dead person). The bad thing was, he was correct. Something in my heart is telling me to lower my gun, I need to stick with my head if I want to keep my job.

"Oh I can and I'll do it right here, right now,"

I threatened, trying to impress him as he'd just messed about with me and practically rizzed me up, but it didn't work.

"Go on then, I'd like to see you try,"

He flirtatiously dared, a big, ugly grin stretched along his jaw-outlined face. I held out my gun with two hands, my left second finger on the trigger, something was wrong. Very, very wrong. My hands were shaking violently, my forehead creating rivers of sweating to drip down my cheeks, as if I were a mountain. I was hesitant. I couldn't, I just couldn't. My heart was too powerful to let my mind take control. What kind of twisted magic was he using?

"Pull the trigger. Pull. The. Trigger."

He sternly commanded, pulling and dragging at his lips. What the hell was wrong with me? I capture and sometimes shoot criminals on a daily basis! This is the usual for me.

"Hah. I've already got you wrapped around my little finger."

"Shut. Up!"

Never have I ever met a guy as flirty or criminal minded as this one in my life. I'm not going to lie, he was pretty handsome, but I don't fall for stupid murderers like him.