DANGEROUS

Chapter 17

(note - short chap)

Genevieve

I turned around, looking for anyone approaching me. Then I saw a man walking towards me with a grin. "Hello, Miss Hart." He greeted with his thick accent.

"We have a lot to talk about." He smirked; I narrowed my eyes and stared at the Chinese man.

Suddenly, everything went dark.

Fuck, not again!

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I gasped, opening my eyes in shock. I whipped my head around to check where I was.

My hands were tied in a chair alongside my legs. I was still in my dark cloths. I heard a sudden noise.

There was a noise, it sounded like a train. I looked around to see if I was somehow inside a train. The floor wasn't moving, I wasn't moving. So I must be near a train station.

"Well...look at what we have here." I looked around to search where the voice had belonged to. I saw the same man that approached me from the field where the cab took me to.

"Yīgè xìnggǎn de nǚrén [one sexy lady.]" He chuckled.
I glared at him, "Asshole."

Slap. Backhanded, I clenched my jaw and turned my head again to face him.

"Just want to make things clear," his accent coated in, "Miss Elizabeth Hart." I gave him a blank stare.

"We're all friends here, right?" He asked, walking towards the table where a man had just put a thick cloth in it. The Chinese man turned to me again, this time, with a knife in his hand. Oh great, not again.

"Now, I don't want to hurt you Miss Hart." He walked towards me, playing with the knife, "So it's best for you to answer my questions."

He stopped in front of me, before bending down to have face to face with me. "But first," he paused "Ràng wǒ zìwǒ jièshào yīxià
[Let me introduce myself]."

He stood up straight and backed away a little before bowing down, "I am Sir Hans Sun-Ryun." He said.

"We," he motioned to his men behind him and himself, "are from a Chinese mafia. Like your dear boyfriend is also in too." I stared flatly.

He then gasped, " Ó, duìbùqǐ, nǐ bù zhīdào ma? [Oh, I'm sorry, did you not know?]" I mentally smirked, he's an idiot for sure.
He laughed along with his men. "Dear dear Elizabeth, you're boyfriend? Justin Clarkson? He...is a Hēishǒu dǎng [Mafia], a mafia leader." He chuckled when I faked shock.
"Didn't you know? Oh well, I guess your boyfriend isn't that honest." He shrugs, turning away before swinging back to face me along with swinging a slap to me. I whipped my head again, feeling the sting. But I wasn't going to show myself weak in front of these idiots.

" Gěi tā dǎ diànhuà [Call him]." He said to one of his men. Sir Hans faced me again. I glared at him.

"I can't believe he actually got luck to have you, Miss Hart. Nǐ zhēn de zhuā zhùle tā de mèilì. Jíshǐ wǒ bèi dàibǔ, wǒ de yìsi shì, kànzhe nǐ, nàme měilì [You really caught him with your charm. Even I am caught, I mean, look at you, so beautiful]." He creased my cheek, which I had reacted. I moved my head away as if his hand burnt me. "And feisty too." He chuckled, facing his men who smirked.
" Rúguǒ zhǐyǒu nǐ néng lǐjiě tángguǒ, nǐ jiù huì kuángbēn. [If only you can understand sweetie, you're in for a wild ride.]."

Then I saw something lit up in the dark, my bag laid there and I knew for sure, Justin was tracking my whereabouts. But then again, I remember I had blocked it.

He can track down phones that he has in his phone.

And they're about to call him.

This...going to be fun...