Semua Bab Claimed by a Dangerous Man: Bab 1 - Bab 10

I was here, in what’s considered the most dangerous city in the United States. If it weren’t for Kim, there’s no way I’d go through all this trouble, traveling so far just to fetch her damn documents. Damn her scatterbrain for always forgetting important stuff and dragging me into her personal courier service.Pulling my phone out of my bag, I dialed Kim’s number. I prayed she’d pick up quickly so that the incident that I won’t tell wouldn’t happen again like last time.“Hey, Leanne, you here already?” she answered on the second ring.“Now quickly tell me where to go?”“Grab a cab. I’ll text you the address,” From the tone in which she spoke, I could tell that she was in a hurry for some reason.“Pray to your God that I always remember that you are my best friend,” I said simply.“I’ll text you, Leanne.” That was the last word before she unilaterally ended the call. Truly a person who understood gratitude.Actually, Kim was not really the type of person who is very annoying. She just g

“No, Isaac. I don’t think she knows who I am. She did it out of kindness.”That deep voice made me regain consciousness. I blinked slowly, only to discover that I was in an unfamiliar room dominated by gray and white. “No. I destroyed the CCTV and kept my gloves on.”I spotted a guy standing with his back to me. He was in jeans paired with a white shirt, its sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Even from here, I could see his toned arms and broad shoulders. Trying to pick up more of his conversation, I stayed as still as possible, ignoring the stinging pain in my shoulder. A thick blanket was tucked up to my neck, and while I was dying to toss it aside, I didn’t want Mr. Handsome over there to realize I was awake. “Let’s just say I’ll be unlucky if it comes to that. You know I always slip past the cops.”Wait—what? Cops? What’s he talking about? Oh no, what if I’m caught up in this? This is a literal nightmare. And what did he just say? “Always slip past the cops”? Does he have a history

"I need answers," I whispered. I finally looked at him as he turned to face me. "Tell me what’s really going on."He lowered his head, gripping the steering wheel tighter. "I can't tell you. I'm sorry. And now I feel even worse because you've saved me twice.""Then you owe me," I said flatly and quickly. He looked at me with an expression I couldn’t quite read. "Give me an explanation.""Other than that.""I don't want anything else," I retorted, not to be outdone. "Then be prepared for disappointment." The young man replied softly and coldly. "But you promised me."He ruffled his hair and growled, "You've turned my two principles against me." The man let out a long breath. "Fine, just know I’m not some guy with a smooth, problem-free life. I’ve got people chasing me, ready to take me out. You happy now?""I'm not really surprised," I commented in a coldly pretentious tone. Although inwardly I was thinking about what he had done to put his life in danger. The faint sound of a car en

Three days had passed since the incident and I had never once seen Marco again. However, the memory of him didn't want to leave my head, nor did the pain of the gunshot wound on my left shoulder.Thankfully, the shot only grazed the periphery of the shoulder, no deep tissue, no bones hit. That meant I didn’t need to go to a hospital, which saved me from having to answer awkward questions about how I got shot. And let’s face it, without me saying a word, any doctor would’ve guessed it had something to do with the cafeteria shootout. If that happened, the police would get involved. They’d interrogate me, Marco’s name would definitely come up, and the little “accident” I caused a few days ago would be dug up, too.I'm not safe. I've had almost two run-ins with the police in my day here. And both of them were related to Marco. According to what I heard at his house when he called Isaac, Marco is indeed a suspicious person. Ninety percent of me was convinced that Marco was a bad guy who was

I managed to get through the sex part just fine—at least for Fred—and thank God I didn’t screw things up by accidentally saying Marco’s name. If I had, I can’t even imagine how Fred would’ve felt.My reflection in the bathroom mirror showed someone more confident, fresher, and… happier. Sleeping with Fred helped me stop wallowing over what Marco did to me. It also made me feel less pathetic, like I’d proven to myself that I could kiss (and screw) someone right after Marco decided I was only worth kissing as a transactional debt—something for his gain. And definitely not an emotional gain. My cell phone rang from inside my bag. Absolutely it was Kim."Leanne, where are you?" I could hear her lowering her voice.I leaned against the edge of the bathroom counter. "I'm with someone, no need to worry.""Someone...? Oh...," I was one hundred percent sure she was holding back a giggle. "Alright, have fun!" And with that, she hung up. So unlike her. She’s usually the type to ask a million que