Risk It 소설 & 이야기

"It's really not a bad idea, you know." "Of, course. It isn't." I say with a blank expression. "You are just looking dull. You need to go out and have fun. Drink and party all night." "I don't want to, Clara." "Why is that." "I can't. Those men are out there, looking for me. I need to be safe." "You are safe. It's been a week now. I bet they should have given up. You are lucky and strong so you shouldn't be afraid of them."

Ridge’s POV Happiness wrapped around me, but just as fast, the smile on my face slipped off, and I frowned up at Blake. Was this a joke, or some kind of prank to get me to… nah. One look at her and I knew. She was dead serious. My hands dropped from her face to her knees, gripping just enough to keep myself steady. “High risk… what does that mean exactly?” My voice came out lower than I intended, more controlled than I felt.

“⁠The long‍er we wait, the higher th‌e risk⁠. I’m not leaving th⁠is to chance any longer.” River’s jaw tig‍htened, and his hands clenched into fists‌ at his sides. “D‍o you even realize wha⁠t‍ you’re risking? That l‌and those legends people go‍ there, few‌ return. And you plan to walk⁠ into it with… your mate?”

Dad always says, "Life values risk over safety. Without risk, safety loses its meaning." I need to take a risk if I want to find Dad and at this point, the only risk is teaming up with an enemy and working towards one goal. I know Kai is gonna be mad at me for this but I have no other choice. I’m taking the risk, it may not be the right decision but I don’t care, all I care about is finding Dad and if that means working with Richard Maranzano then I’m down for it.

Dante’s gaze goes flat. “There’s also talk,” Rafael adds grimly, “about whether associating with you is ‘too risky’ if Moretti is involved. They’re afraid of his enemies. They’re afraid of him. They’re afraid of you going rogue with a mic.” “Smart,” Dante says. Rafael rounds on him. “They’re afraid because you’re poison,” he says. “Any girl you touch gets singed.” “Any girl I touch stays alive,” Dante says calmly. “Your industry can’t say the same.”

To spill was to mark him. Victor had shown he saw regulars as side hits. "I can't," I breathed, the words done. "Just buy I'm pulling what I gotta for safety. And my spot here, at my job, is likely the safest chunk of my day." The own-up slid, raw and scary. Maison's features went white. He caught the hint: the risk sat where I crashed. "Sophia, if risk's on, you gotta hit the law. The cops, the—"

I wonder why he's doing this… “It's risky.” “Every business is risky darling.” Maybe this is exactly what I need. The freedom I've been craving for. I have no clue if what I'm about to do will destroy me or give me the fulfillment I crave. “When do we begin?”

She remembered this rule vividly because it was one of the most bizarre. "I know, Praewa! But it might be the only way out!" Boom replied impatiently. "Are we going to wait for these crazy rules to take us out one by one?!" He believed in his own instincts and wasn't afraid to take a risk. "Listen! It's just like business. Every opportunity comes with a risk. But if you don't take the risk, you'll never profit! This is the same. If we don't take a risk, we'll never have a chance to survive!" Boom said, quoting his personal mantra, as if to instill confidence in himself.

Gamma exolained, and even though I did not fully understand what he meant, I understood that it would have a saving effect on Avira. "Are there any risks involved?" it was Dylan who asked, and again, I wondered why I didn't think of it first. "Sadly, there are great risks involved," Gamma replied. Great risks sounded like too much risk but so did doing nothing. "What are the risks involved?" I asked. I hated that this was becoming more complicated than I had thought it would be. "Should anything go wrong," Gamna started to say, looking from Dylan to me. I braced up for what was coming, I needed no one to tell me that it wasn't going to be good.

" I asked, surprised. Jace held up one finger, "Hold on. I'm not done." Then he kept going, "Fourth risk: whoever this person is, they clearly don't want to be found. You start poking around, asking questions, and they might decide you're a threat. And I don't know about you, but I'd rather not have some criminal deciding you need to be dealt with." With each point, I felt my conviction crumbling. The more I listened to him talk, each risk he laid out made the phone call seem less like a good idea and more like disaster waiting to happen.