Victoria stood frozen, fear circling around her like a snake constricting it's prey. The bag fell from her hand, bandages and pill bottles rolling onto the muddied floor.
"For Morris, I assume." Reaper chuckled sparing the contents a brief glance.
"Please don't kill me, take Morris he's at the motel close to Rinah's Bar." Victoria cried.
"You and your buddy Morris are two peas from the same pod." Reaper chuckled darkly. "I was with Morris while you both spoke on the phone, the fucker told me where to find you and now he is laying in a pool of his own blood." He admired the way Victoria's face turned paler, her white skin turning ash.
"Poor old lady May is going to have a hard time getting all that blood out of her carpet."
Victoria moved backwards slightly, her hands dropping to her side, she felt the cold metal of her knife, patience.
"I am sorry, please spare me." She cried.
"Boss ain't interested in your sorry, you certainly weren't sorry when you stole his money." Reaper stepped closer, his grip on the gun tightening. "My mother raised me right, so I am going to let you say your last prayers."
"Wait." The gears in her brain worked at full speed. "Red has been looking for Angel right?" Reaper paused, good she got him.
"What do you know about Angel." His voice had turned serious and she shuddered at the depth.
"I know his real name." Victoria's hand sneaked into her pocket gripping the knife. "He is from Asia, real name Feng Mei Hiu." She smiled as she ripped the blade out at lightening speed.
"Sly bitch." Reaper smiled coldly as he caught her hand in a bone crushing grip, the knife nicking his throat.
"Please." Victoria's eyes widened, the pain from her broken wrist causing her to tear up. "I'll do anything, even work in Red's brothel, Angel's real name should be worth my life." Sweat slicked her blonde locks to her forehead.
"I would have considered that offer if you didn't try to kill me Vi." He smiled as he twisted her hand backwards, the knife stabbing into her abdomen.
"I don't wanna die." Victoria gasped, as the knife was pushed in deeper.
"Nobody does." Reaper shrugged as he ripped the knife out only to stab it deeper into her abdomen. The warm blood sticking to his palm excited him as he dug his hand into her abdomen dragging her intestine out.
"How beautiful." He sighed as he watched her stumble backwards, her intestine dragging on the floor.
Victoria gasped, her troath raw from screaming, nobody would help her. This alley was known for it's high body count, only criminals took this route and everyone living around here knew better than to interfere, her death was certain.
Reaper approached her with calculated steps, the blood still gleaming on the knife. He stabbed repeatedly into her chest paying no heed to her screams, as he stuck his hand into her chest ripping her heart out, the light in her eyes going dim as she collided with the floor.
Reaper smiled as he held the beating heart in his palm. Such a beautiful red, hearts were amazing they could beat from love, pain, anger and fear. Fear was such a wonderful emotion and now he held Victoria's in his palm.
Sticking one bloodied hand into his pocket, he brought out his phone.
"Finished?" A cold voice rang in his ear.
"Yeah." He shrugged. "Run a check on someone named Feng Mei Hiu."
"Why?"
"That might be the real name of your Angel, Red." Reaper chuckled at the hasty way the call was ended.
His empty black eyes fell on Victoria's lifeless body as he took out a rosary from his pocket which he tossed onto her body. "May the lord have mercy on your damned soul."
Smiling Reaper wrapped the heart in a white handkerchief. He gazed at the stars.
Look at me mother, I am living right. Redeeming sinners just like you thought me.
******
"Brother Zhao your skin is so perfect, absolutely flawless." The make up artist smiled as she wiped out the foundation with care.
"You over praise me Sister Fu, your skin is just as gorgeous as mine." Zhao An Na smiled, his dimple glowing.
"Don't flatter me, after all the expensive skincare I use my skin isn't even close to looking like yours." Sister Fu pouted.
"With all the trash you eat Fu Sangyun, you dare to think your skin could ever look as good as Brother Zhao's." The hairstylist sneered, as she removed his hair attachment.
"Hey! Nan Jie you are bullying me."Fu Sangyun pouted.
"No fighting ladies." Zhao An Na chuckled. "I will be glad to share my skincare routine with you." He smiled at Fu Sangyun.
"Thank you, you're the bestest best." Nan Jie rolled her eyes at the others childish antics.
"Ummm, can I have my boyfriend now?" An hesitant voice asked from the door.
"Lu Yang." Zhao An Na smiled as he glanced at his boyfriend.
"Of course Young Master Lu, we are already done anyway." Nan Jie smiled.
"Thank you ladies." Zhao An Na smiled as he stood up.
"You're too polite Brother Zhao, we are only doing our jobs." Fu Sangyun smiled.
"My assistant will bring you the list of my skincare, hopefully it helps." Zhao An Na smiled as he held Lu Yang's awaiting arm.
"Thank you. Have a nice date." Fu Sangyun waved.
"I can't wait to get their wedding invitation card, those two are so in love." Nan Jie watched as the two lovebirds exited the room.
"Brother Zhao is just like a prince." Fu Sangyun sighed, as she glared at an annoying pimple on her face through the mirror.
"How so?" Nan Jie asked touching up her lip gloss.
"Wealthy parents, successful career, a loving boyfriend and loyal fans
Doesn't he sound like a prince living a fairytale life." Fu Sangyun flopped into her sit as she fought off the urge to pop the pimple. "I wish I could have a fairytale life."
Little did Fu Sangyun know that Zhao An Na's fairytale would crumble very soon.
*****
"Hello." Han Yichen laughed as he placed the phone on his ear.
"Han Yichen, need I remind you that I run a hospital and not bloody flower shop." Ling Sheng's angry voice prompted him to move the phone from his ear.
"Do you need to yell? I can hear you just fine through the phone." Han Yichen rolled his eyes.
"How about this trouser?" Touching a white suit trouser the manager asked in a low tone so as not to interrupt his call.
"Perfect, add it to my cart love." Han Yichen winked, as the woman's face reddened like ripe tomatoes.
"Are you seriously shopping right now?" Ling Sheng's annoyed tone rang in his ear.
"I have been invited to grandpa Murong's birthday and I have got nothing to wear." Han Yichen shrugged as he pointed at a low neck grey shirt.
"Nothing to wear?" Han Yichen didn't need to be there to see Ling Sheng rolling his eyes. "Don't use my grandfather's birthday as an excuse, you simply like shopping. Seriously you are an alpha and yet you're more fashion conscious than me."
"Oh! So because I am an alpha I shouldn't be fashion conscious, sexist much." He paused to admire a black watch, the manager rushing to add it to his cart, her grin stretched so wide her face almost splitted in half.
"I am just doing a little shopping." Han Yichen added.
Little shopping? The eight bodyguards behind him exchanged looks, their arms were almost falling off from the strain of the clothes they carried. As if sensing their thoughts Han Yichen shot them a dark look.
"I don't care, what I do care about is the amount of roses you placed in Feng Mei Hiu's room." Ling Sheng huffed.
"I did ask you to help me choose a gift and you said I could do whatever. Besides he is going to love it, who doesn't like red roses." Han Yichen admired himself in a silver colored glass, tossing it at the manager who quickly caught it.
"Gifting him so many roses are you perhaps in love with him." Ling Sheng teased.
"Oh my! You caught me." Han Yichen chuckled as he pointed at a red suit, the manager rushing on her heels to bring it to him.
"As if you could ever love anyone."
"You wound my fragile soul, there are plenty of people I love." Han Yichen gasped dramatically as he glanced between a red scarf and a crimson colored one. Choices, choices.
"Oh really? Name them." Ling Sheng laughed.
"I love Mr fluff and how dare I forget Mrs Hong, her pancakes are to die for, but don't you dare tell grandma Li I said that and whether you believe it or not I love you Ling Sheng." Han Yichen picked both scarfs. Why choose when I can have both.
"But you don't love Feng Mei Hiu, you probably are in love with the shares he owns." Ling Sheng's voice had turned serious.
"There's something different about him, a fire in his eyes when he looks at me, before his accident he couldn't even look me in the eyes, I have to admit that I am intrigued but a bite of Feng corporations wouldn't hurt." Han Yichen smirked. "I do want those shares, but shhhh don't tell him."
A man in a baseball cap tipped lowly was approaching him, instincts kicked as Han Yichen moved slightly as a loud shot rang in the air, the bullet hitting his abdomen.
"Oh my God." The manager yelled in fright.
Han Yichen's bodyguards were hot at the man's heels as the rest rushed towards Han Yichen who was on the floor.
"Han Yichen, Han Yichen answer me." Ling Sheng's voice yelled from within the broken phone.