Dangerously In Love

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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))

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22. Chapter 22

Chapter 22

 

"H-Horan?" I stammered. I was shocked to say the least. Horan? As in Niall Horan? As in Niall's father. 

"Yes, Horan. As in father of Niall Horan." Niall's father smirked as if he was excited to see the shocked look on my face. I couldn't put up a facade, I couldn't turn off my expressions. I was just beyond shocked. 

"What's your motive?" I asked through narrowed eyes. All I could think of was what Niall would think if he saw his father here. He would be pissing mad. His father should've been the one man he could trust. How could Nixon betray his own son like this? Nixon must have known about Niall and I. It was common knowledge to everyone. 

"Let's start from Adam and Eve." He joked with an amused smile on his lips. His smile dropped when he noticed the scowl on my face. "Gee, tough crowd." He said sarcastically as he sucked in a breath through his teeth. 

I glared at him then turned to glare at James. James held his hands up as if to surrender then walked out of the room, whispering something in Nixon's ear. 

Nixon nodded and James proceeded to leave. Nixon turned his attention to me with a serious look on his face. I carefully calculated everything they did. 

I noticed how James was surprised when Nixon introduced himself which meant Nixon wasn't supposed reveal himself as of yet, meaning he was the surprise that was going to shock me. I also noticed how Nixon's eyes turn cautious when James whispered into his ear which meant that James was warning him about something or me. 

I also noticed the way Nixon stood. One foot slightly in front if the other and that showed how he's always ready for a fight. Maybe that was how he was brought up. I observed the way his fingers twitched every now and then and that his hands fidget a lot meaning he was either a smoker or was a smoker or he was nervous. 

These little things always helped me whenever I was working for Valley Kings. I was always the one to get us out of a sticky situation. It was my specialty. 

"When Niall's mother, Brenda, died, I sought revenge. I immediately went for Henry, your gang leader-”

“-old gang leader.” I interrupted.

“Old gang leader.” He corrected with a roll of his eyes. “So, I went for Henry and demolished him and I hid the body. That was before you left the gang right?”

I shook my head. “No, I left in July.”

“Right,” he nodded, “so this was around this time last year, August/September. Anyway, so as they fought over who could be gang leader they never realised that the body that came back to them was someone else’s. It wasn’t until James became leader, six months ago, did he notice that it wasn’t Henry. So a month after James became leader he went looking for the body. Then four months ago, he came to me." He chuckled to himself. "He should've come to me first."

I watched him explain everything with a cold look in his blue eyes. He explained how James made him an offer a few days after his initial negotiation. James offered to help get me in exchange for the body. Nixon's intention was to get Niall to either kill me or the relationship. He spoke of it like he wanted to help Niall, like this is for Niall's own good. But he wasn't and it isn't. 

Not one part of this was for Niall's own good. Helping Niall would be getting him out of this gang life, letting him live his own. But Nixon was sick in the head and wanted Niall to be miserable. Almost like himself. 

I won't let him do that to Niall. Niall isn't capable of that. I know. I know because I wouldn't be able to kill our relationship. And I sure as hell wouldn't be able to watch him die. If I'm incapable, he would be as well because Niall and I are that similar. 

I know Niall. I know that his heart is pure and gold. I know that his intentions are good and I know that if he didn't grow up with the gang, he'd be able to live a good life. I know that. 

"I'll let you ponder over that." Nixon said, waving his hands. 

"You're a sick bastard, Nixon." I growled. 

"Is that any way to treat your future in-laws?" He asked rhetorically. He left the room laughing. I sat back down on the bed, my head spinning. 

Nixon is mental. And I know for a fact it was because of his wife's death. He's still mourning even if he doesn't believe that. He's searching for vengeance in his own twisted way. I can see that. I could see it in his cold blue eyes, he just misses her. And this is his way to cope. To make everyone's lives miserable as hell. 

I just hope his plan on Niall ends up backfiring. 

I miss Niall. The thought of him makes my heart ache.

I miss his shining blue eyes that was always warm whenever he looked at me. I miss his bright smile that could light up the world. I miss his deep, rumbling voice that made the floor vibrate. I miss his wide arms that enveloped me whenever he could. I miss his kisses, his laugh, his presence. I miss him more than anyone else right now. 

My heart ached with every mention of his name, with every picture that shows on the back of my eyelids, with every breath I take without him. I miss him so so so much. 

By this point I know I love him. I know that I was halfway there long ago, even thought I didn't know it then. I know that I felt something with the very first kiss. I just know. I love him, I do. And these two weeks have caused nothing but pain for me. I just want to be home on my bed, with Niall's arms wrapped around me. I just want to go back to where I'm safe. 

I just want Niall right now. 

The door opened again and my head snapped up. In the doorway was James. His face was grim as though he really hated the situation right now. He stood in front of me and closed the door. 

"What more could you possible want?" I sigh exasperatedly. I was starting to get sick of seeing his face. 

"Further explanation." He answered. 

"Go on." I said and scooted up to lean against the headboard with my legs stretched out. My jeans were all tattered and the rips that was originally on for design had ripped even further. I've lost a few buttons of my shirt but one of the men that kept guard handed me an old shirt. I wear that whenever Aaron comes in to save myself. 

"Ask me anything." He shrugged and sat down on the edge of the bed. 

"What's Aaron's part in all of this?" I ask him, sitting up straight. 

"He was just useful. He kept me updated on everything about you and Niall. You're high up on the gossip mill, you know. And in return for the updates, I let him do whatever he wanted once we got you." He answered. Aaron's sick and twisted too. 

"Was it all just for Henry?" I asked him, "I mean, he's Henry. He was cruel as a gang leader. He killed one of his own for a silly mistake. Why do you need the body?" 

James sighed. "It's not just that. He taught a lot of things to everyone in the gang. Yeah, he was hard-headed and cold-hearted but he deserves a respectable burial. I mean, he took all of us in, he gave us money if we needed it... He just needed something better." James shrugged.

And in that moment, I realised something was different with James. He wasn't a dick anymore. His facade has dropped. I looked deep into his eyes and I found an emotion I never expected to see. An emotion that he never showed me before. 

Affection. 

He was affectionate for someone. I could see it in his brown eyes. His usual cold stone brown eyes was now swimming in delight and affection. James liked someone and so his wall of sarcasm and cold-heartedness dropped. 

"Who's the girl, James?" I asked abruptly. 

His eyes widened and his jaw dropped. He started to shake his head furiously which is a sign of denial. "W-what?" He stammered, "Who said anything about liking someone?"

And when James is in denial, he'd start to look around the room with a dart of an eye. And that's what he did nI watched his brown eyes look everywhere but at me, flicking to different parts of the room. 

"You know as well as I do that I can read anyone like a book. So tell me." I said curtly. 

He opened his mouth to say something but then closed it. He looked like he was very deep in thought and for a while he didn't say anything. I waited patiently for an answer as he internally battled with himself. 

Finally he answered, "I do like a girl."

I internally grinned but I kept my face impassive. I really hope this girl could change him in ways I couldn’t. As much as James infuriates me, I’ve always wanted the best for him- or anyone, for that matter. I just nodded my head.

“Who is she?” I asked him. His eyes flicked to me and he sighed.

“Her name’s Nikki.” He answered. Then silence fell between us. “Look, Georgia, just because I told you that doesn’t mean the situation changes. I need to find that body and I need to do everything I can to get Henry’s body back.”

That’s when I realised, it wasn’t for Henry. He’s not doing all of this just for Henry. “It’s for Nikki, isn’t it?” I whispered.

A small smile fell on James’ face. “You’re really good at that. You should become a detective or something. But yes, it is for Nikki. Henry’s her uncle and they were really close. She doesn’t know a thing about Valley Kings but Henry always took care of her and she loved him.”

I nodded my head. “Understandable.”

“Just one more thing... I’m so-”

James never got to finish his sentence because a loud bang came from outside the door and lots of yelling. James immediately got up and ran to the door. But then he turned back around, grabbed my arm and tied me to the bed post with a rope and I couldn’t do anything because of how shocked i was. I yelled at him to stop and tried as hard as I could to stop him but it was no use. I was tied to the bed.

“James!” i screamed.

“I’m sorry, Georgia, but it’s what I have to do.” He told me before walking out the door. I yelled his name out again but I knew he was far gone for him to hear me. 

Now, all I have to do is wait and yell for someone to come over the loud gun shots and shouting coming from outside the room.

 

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A/N

 

I’m so mad right now so I’m going to rant. 

 

I LOST NEARLY EVERY SINGLE SONG I HAD DOWNLOADED THE PAST YEAR. EVERY SINGLE GOOD SONG I HAD. MY PLAYLIST VANISHED AND EVERYTHING JUST DELETED ITSELF. AND I’M SO PISSING MAD THAT MY PERFECT PLAYLIST IS GONE. OH MY GOD. I AM SO ANGRY RIGHT NOW. I HAD THE BEST PLAYLIST IN THE WORLD BUT THAT GOT F*CKING DELETED. HOLY SHIT. NOTHING CAN MAKE ME HAPPY RIGHT NOW. AND THIS HAPPENED AFTER I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED A WHOLE CHUCK OF THIS CHAPTER WHEN I WAS WRITING IT ON MY PHONE. I LOST A WHOLE CHUNK OF THIS CHAPTER. AND SO I HAD TO REWRITE THAT DAMN BLOODY CHUNK. AND THEN TODAY MY PLAYLIST JUST F*CKING DELETES ITSELF. HOLY SHIT I’VE NEVER BEEN SO MAD.

 

Okay, I’m done. I’m sorry. I hope you enjoyed this chapter! 

 

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-Winona

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