Dangerously In Love

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  • Published: 14 Mar 2013
  • Updated: 15 Jan 2014
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COMPLETED. Georgia Brink had a wild past. She lived a dangerous life. She wanted out. Moving to Bane was supposed to be a new change for her. That was until she met Niall Horan. She swore to herself that she wouldn't get into the bad crowd. She promised herself she would be the good person she used to be. Will she keep her promises? Or will she fall for the badass, Niall Horan? ((first chapter to the sequel is up))


21. Chapter 21

Chapter 21


I felt sick to my stomach. Everyday for the past two weeks, I’ve done nothing but sit here. They uncuffed me a few days into confinement. People come in to give me food and I’ve been allowed to go to the bathroom to freshen up but I’ve always had a guard on me. I was never allowed to be by myself unless I was locked in the room.

Everyday Aaron comes in to taunt me and to sexually harass me. He hasn’t done anything extreme like rape me but he’s forced kisses and put his hands on my thighs. I’ve never felt so violated in my whole life. Aaron is seriously sick in the head. He’s a psycho. Like a clinically serous psychopath. 

I was so tempted to yell for Niall. I’ve always wanted to scream for him. I’ve wanted to yell out his name and pray to god that he was in a 50 metre radius to whatever hellhole I was brought to. But I stopped myself every time. I know he wouldn’t be able to hear me. I could be out of the country for all I know. I could be on the other side of the world right now and I wouldn’t know.

I really wish Niall was coming today. But for the 14 days I’ve been here, I’ve begun to lose hope.

Now, as I lie here curled in a ball with my hand free from the bedpost, my heart started to feel empty. My whole body started to lose all hope and any feeling I’ve ever had. I’m not scared anymore. I’m tired and sad and I just want to get out of here. I’m so drained out. I feel like someone just carved a hole out of the middle of my body.

The tears are gone. The screaming is gone. I just feel so numb. There’s nothing left in me to be alive again. Aaron’s torn half of me away and the isolation has shattered me to pieces. 

“Knock knock.” I turned to the door, half expecting to see Aaron so I was surprised to see James standing in the door way. He walked over to the bed and sat down beside my feet. I didn’t answer him in any way. I was too tired for that.

“Come on, honey. You haven’t said anything in days.” His tone was laced with amusement and mockery.

I didn’t say a word or move a muscle.

“I’ll tell you the big surprise if you talk to me.” He murmured as he reached over and put a lock of my hair behind my ear. I didn’t open my mouth. I didn’t even flinch. I didn’t give him a reaction whatsoever. The truth was, I wanted to know what surprise was. I wanted to know if it would shock me or not. But I just couldn’t find it in me to respond. I watched as his face contort into anger and he whipped my head to the side really hard.

He slowly leaned in and whispered, “You’ll regret it, honey.”

I almost shivered at the close proximity but I didn’t. I kept it in. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he has some sort of effect on me. I watched through dead eyes as he paced back and forth at the foot of the bed. HIs hand was under his chin and he looked like he was trying to figure something out.

Then, finally, he stopped and turned to me. “I’ve been trying so hard, Georgia! What do you want.” He yelled suddenly. He was breathing heavily and his face was red with anger. I watched his muscles tense and his eyebrows furrow and his mouth frown.

“I want to go home.” I croaked. My voice was hoarse from lack of use. He looked shocked for a second at hearing my voice before his expression changed back to anger.

“Why can’t you just come back? I know that’s what you want.” James yelled again.

I sat up straighter, all my feelings starting to rush into me all at once. Anger, fear, sadness, panic, confusion... all of it. I felt all the emotions that I kept in, burst through my veins and throughout all my body. I got off the bed, my body aching from being in the same position for too long. I stood right in front of him, looking into his curious blue eyes.

You don’t know what I want.” My tone was so menacing that even I got scared. He took a step back, unconsciously. His eyes flashed into fear before it was replaced by curiousity again.

“Georgia.” He whispered. I shook my head at him, my eyes narrowing.

“We’ve been over for almost a year, James. You used me over and over again. You cheated on me over and over again. I don’t give two shits about you now. You can die for all I fucking care. All I want is to get back home. Why the fuck do you even want me here?” I screamed. My voice was shrill and echoed on the walls in the room.

“It doesn’t matter how long we’ve been over. You made me a better gangster. Now that I’m leader, I need you to keep me in check. You always knew what to do. I need your help, Georgia.” He said cautiously.

“I left all that. I did what I had to do to leave all that, James. I’ve made my kill. there’s no fucking way that i’ll ever come back. I’m fucking done.” My voice was low and the anger was so evident in it.

“You’re done? Then why do I see you around Niall Horan, huh? Why are you talking and laughing and kissing the soon-to-be gang leader of Death Disciples? Can you answer that? Because I know you can’t. No matter how many times you say you’re done with the gang life, the gang life will always follow you.” His words echoed with the truth and it was my turn to step back. The fact that no matter how much I run from the gang life, it will always find me. i’ll always be a part of a gang, consciously or unconsciously. 

I took a deep breath. “What are you really here for, James?”

“I’ve said a thousand times, I’m here for you.” He answered, confidently. But I knew James. I knew that when he’s hiding something he’d blink three times. Once before he answered, another while he answered then one more after he answered. 

“There’s more to it.” I said, crossing my arms. 

“There isn’t.” He shook his head.

“James, I know you, okay. You have a tell. You blinked three times. Plus even if you were here for me why the hell would you let Aaron toy around with me the way he did? If you were here for me, you’d be the possessive jackass that you once were. If you were here for me, you wouldn’t let Aaron lay a finger on me. But I know you know what Aaron does to me.” I told him, stepping closer to him and looking straight into his eyes.

His hard exterior crumbled for a second before his face turned unreadable. “You already know, don’t you?”

A smug smile swept across my face. “Of course I do.”

“How did you know?” He asked, his voice dropping.

“While I was stuck here for the past two weeks, I’ve figured things out, James. You always knew how clever I was. I noticed that this place you brought me too has walls almost as hard as marble. I’ve noticed the men you have lurking around. They’re not Valley Kings. I’ve also remembered the two minute truth between you and Niall. You’re looking for Henry. 

But I also know you’re too poor to afford a place like this. The gang doesn’t do much. i mean, sure we all deal drugs and sell weapons and trade and shit but everyone spends their share and you’re not very good at keeping money.

So, here’s my conclusion. You want something badly and you’re getting help from someone but they want something in return. You want t know where Henry’s body is and you got help off someone in Death Disciples and in return they want you to kidnap me for some twisted reason.” I raised an eyebrow as if to see if he would challenge me.

“And that is why we need you back, Georgia.” James said with an impressed tone.

“So am I right?” I asked him.

“You most definitely are right.” James smirked.

“So who is it?” I asked.

James opened his mouth to answer bus someone else answered. “Allow me to introduce myself.”

I turned to find a middle-aged man in the doorway. His black hair was fading into grey at the roots. His body was clad in a black expensive suit. He had a cigarette in between his fingers and his lips was pulled into a smile. Not a genuine smile but a sadistic smile. One you’d see on a killer just before he killed you. And his familiar blue eyes twinkled in excitement. His eyes looked so much like Niall’s. My heart ached at the thought of his name. This man’s eyes didn’t help either.

They just looked so much like Niall’s.

“My name is Nixon.” He said with an outstretched hand. “Nixon Horan.”

My eyes widened in shock. Horan?






Cliffhanger. *oops*


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