His Secret Identity

blue sky. Well at least that is what Frances thinks as she got out of the food farm two blo

ad. She was on leave one day when her cousin told her about the family bonding. She rejected at fir

odging the individuals that blocked her view, pumping her legs as fast as they could go. The warm burning in her lungs as she runs faster as hard as she can. When the man reached the corner of t

er. Frances was busy handcuffing the guy

en looked up at him. He was handsome, tall and toned, the black shirt made him look more muscular. His jawline was s

embarrassment. She rose on her feet and pushe

s, and her cheeks dimpled. His bea

ay," he

s arms toward her. Her eyes fell down

eplied, shaking

epeated, contem

French?"

my mom who gave me my name," she retorted at the end as she plung

d, tilting his head in an attractive way. She stare

ed. The words brought a smile on her lips and she let out a sn

nd she flitted a strand

ying to escape?" he asked whe

wed his gaze

my foot, I'm sure he can not outrun me that easily," she re

flirting

ately, curiosity beginni

red, shaking he

u?" she

eyes with his, looking directly at her so that she would feel she cannot turn

to the station,"

I'm a cop, I'll

the guy stand. Benedict

o I assume you're not in duty

re ri

t. You might have s

you s

p and down. She gave up a

ould be on leave often and not always g

.I have a

ly? W

ay and

lso Saturday and Sunday," said Benedict. She smiled at him

oper way to spend the we

answer and just

kend," Benedict uttered, pulling the guy closer to him

I know some good restaurants h

and contemplated if she could

day," she answered, scrat

and took out his phone then he handed it to her. She pressed several

can take care of h

ly turned at her back and walke

Then she walked away and disappeared from his eyes. When

latches, opening the jaws of the handcuff. He slid out

d and the man walked away. He wasn't expecting it would be that easy to get near Fr

il his true colors. Since he was a kid he was always the troublesome son. He was violent,

't want anyone making fun of him. If someone wi

City, Jan

currently in fifth grade. He inherited his mother's eyes, his mother's brown eyes that would clearly show her pupils. He wiped the flat table with the

e cloth," the

hes your

pissed. The fat and short kid glanced at his side where he found another cloth. He grabbed i

s not want. His temper began to boil, rage shot through his veins and breathing began to inhale and exhale rapidly. With swift motion, a

id charged

id to the side, pushed the kid's elbow down and away, caught his head, and rolled him into the

e he was five. Judo, aikid

gher th

elieving Benedict dropped his guard down. But Benedict was more alert than before. The ki

his head down to Benedict's shoulder. He pushed him slightly, grabbed the collar of his shirt,

to follow with another shot. But Benedict swerved his body sw

to drop and the blood stained on his mouth. The whole room was c

or the cost of his aggression

iolent one. His mother k

little foot down the solid ground. At first, it made her smile, as the sight made Benedict adorable. Sh

white, soft and the indication of best of breeding was spot on. B

hand on her mouth. She froze and s

uestions inside her head. In an adorable manner which woul

ther died in an ambush. His father was part of a syndicate that dealt with narcotics. When he was alone, his uncle took him home and made him the most violent person he never thought h

ot just because of the rumors