Romans & histoires Dangerous Minds

She kept looking around the creepy place as she followed but her thoughts drifted to Sergio's plan, she knew he was a man that would even murder his child to get what he wants which scared her to the core making her wonder what he was planning for her One bulb lit up the long hallway though it seemed more weak, she kept looking behind her more noting a few features of this place Fear gripped her and a lump rose in her throat at the sight of the two metal doors at the end of the hall being pushed open by two huge men making a sweet break out on her fore head

If he let her in, there was no hiding, she would be able to see and feel everything he had felt. This could be very dangerous, he had done it once, and the poor girl had gone mad. If he pushed it into her mind, he could limit what she saw and felt, but he could damage her in the process. If he pushed too hard, forcing the sights and emotions into her too fast, it would overload her system; sending her into shock and possibly a coma. He had done this to several people in his past; some he had never wanted to harm, others, he had tried to kill without leaving a mark.

“ I won’t call it crazy, weird yes …curious of course but crazy no, after all, I just want to see the so-called war that happened years ago and nothing else. Don’t you think that it's nothing but me being curious?” ‘It's you being nothing but a crazy psychopath!’ Thought Levy in her head but she didn’t say anything since she knew that this woman can be proven dangerous very dangerous to her, she couldn’t harm her physically because this was just her consciousness being separated from her body but that did not mean that this woman cannot harm her consciousness.

My body begs for him, but my mind knows how fucked up this all is. “Guess you’ll never know, will you?” I’m baiting him. This game is fire. He is dangerous, and I know he can go off at any time.

I stubbornly push my head out through his underarm and stare in the direction of the explosion. My car! There was a bomb in Lily's car? "Are you okay?" "Did anything get hurt?" Random questions from strange voices fill my head. I stir and slowly lift up from the ground. "You two should go to the security unit and report the offender." Another person suggested. My eyes are still glued to the fire; I'm not lying on the floor at an accident scene anymore. I'm at a plane crash. I can see bodies burning. Images of smiley faces intercept my thoughts. A man and woman, a young girl, and a child that I feel is me. Images of the same family at the dining of a strange house fill my head. More images fi

she said anxiously and grabbed her glass of wine on the table. “We can point all of this to Ryan,” he said and she shook her head tremendously. “Don't even dare. He has a force guarding him at the moment and I'm afraid of him,” she said and gulped her wine. “Scared of Ryan? He's the only one whom everyone believes could do this,” he said. “And if he's eventually investigated, he might point to Danny and the boys, who will in turn point to us. We can't risk it,” she said, shaking her head in disagreement.

We breached most of his fucking rules. “Thank god you are not stupid and you can learn. Seeing you like this makes me a little at ease, you are not one of those silly girls who thinks they can change him or some shit. The man is my closest friend since forever but I fucking know that he is dangerous, hell even I get scared of him sometimes. My friend is a sick, possessive bastard who would kill his favorite toy but not give it or let anyone have it. When you get the chance, you should leave and never look back.”

"I am the reason he'll come and I am the reason the room will be the most watched room in London and I am the reason this works." He looked at me. "You are also the reason it is dangerous," he said. "In a way that a perimeter and a wire and Rodriguez's team does not fully mitigate. Because he is not a man who becomes dangerous at distance. He becomes dangerous up close, in rooms, in conversations, when something does not go the way he planned." "I know that," I said. "You've been in enough rooms with dangerous men this year," he said. "Yes," I said. "And I'm still here."

The other two slumped in their seats, their heads lolling and their blood hitting the floor in a steady drip, drip. Several of their limbs bent at unnatural angles. “You talk too much.” Brax spat out a mouthful of dark red liquid. Brax Miller. Ex-con with a mile-long rap sheet, balls of steel, and a brain the size of a walnut. I smiled, then hit him again. His head snapped back, and a pained groan filled the air. My bruised knuckles stung. The room jokingly dubbed the Holding Cell in my private security headquarters smelled like copper, sweat, and the thick, cloying scent of fear.

The way his deep, baritone voice terrified every inch of my body. He didn't blink. He didn't even have to. He just stood there, staring hard at me like he was observing some fascinating specimen under a microscope. And yet again, it was exciting because of how alive he made me feel. Like the young, naive college girl I was six years ago, something I never felt with Carter or anyone else. Only this time, it was more dangerous and wild. “You wanna bet on it?” I narrowed my eyes. “Huh?” “You want me to leave you alone, right? To stay clear of anything that concerns you, to erase every memory of us like it never happened? Then you’ll have to agree to the contract, darling.”