Dangerous Love (REWRITTING THE WHOLE BOOK)

Chapter 4

This is going by pretty fast but there is so much happening. It's gonna go slow after this chapter. I like writing with a lot happening so things can slow & BAM Everything is fun again!


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My heels clicked and clacked on the cement sidewalk. I would have taken them off by now but then I wold lose my trail of the two guys ahead of me. I pressed my back against the brick walls and walked as quietly as possible keeping my eyes on the two retreating backs in front of me. They made a sharp turn into the covers of trees.


Great. Now my heels are gonna dig in the mud unless I leave them on the pavement, where anyone can take them. Grumbling to myself I slipped off my shoes and jogged quietly to catch up with the guys. It took longer than I thought to get sight of them. Both faced each other, neither one of them looking happy, but I could see the cruel smile of the unknown man. 


I suppressed a squeal when I felt something cruel up my leg. I've had worse things crawl on me before, like a scum bag. I'm sure I can handle a harmless little... eight legged insect.


"What are you doing here, Paul?" Blake broke the silence first, sounding cruel and unlike him, in the same time it suited him for the part he was playing. Good Guy vs Bad Guy.


I pressed my hands and cheek against the tree in front of me, sliding slowly to get a good look at the two men. I stood further away from them, closer to where Paul stood.

I needed to see his face. Quickly, I looked around for another tree, one a bit closer. Finally finding a tree thick and close enough, I moved as quickly and quietly as I could, relying on the tall trees and the darkness to cover me.

 
I got a better look at Paul, he was tall -not nearly as tall as Blake, who stood 6 feet something. He was paler than most. The moonlight glistened over his frame, making him even paler.


"I'm just taking orders." The man, Paul, finally said with a light Irish accent. He crossed his arms over his chest. He looked like he was use to these confrontations and the cruel smile on his lips proved he was enjoying it. 


"From who?" Blake's voice turned even more malice than it was before. It suited him, his expression was unknown to me in the dark but I knew it matched his voice. "Scared to share a little information, Pauly?"  My instincts told me he already knew. His voice lingered on the mans name, like he was challenging him. 


"I can't say."  Paul shifted his weight to his left leg. He uncrossed his arms and and crossed them again, looking bored. That look wasn't fooling me and by the smug look on Blake's face, it wasn't fooling him either.


"Can't or won't?" Blake took a step forward, he didn't have his arms crossed like Paul but he looked just as threatening. 


"Both." I barley heard his response.


Blake extradited his hand from his pocket and walked over to Paul taking his time. To anyone else it looked like he was approaching an old friend but his steps were determined, careful. He grabbed Paul by the collar like he did earlier but this time he didn't lift him up in the air like before. Instead, he just stared at him dead in the eye.


"Stay away from her." He spat so close to his face I wondered if he got spit on his face. Maybe. "You hear me? As far as possible." Blake got closer to Paul face, pressing his forehead against his. Paul flinched back but Blake just pressed his forehead against his again but with much more force.


I didn't pay much attention to them my focus was one something else. or should I say someone. Her? This man is after someone Blake cares about. Sara? No. Vicky? She wishes. Who could she be? More importantly who is he and what does he want from her.


My eyes focused on the man nearest me, Paul's feet were no longer on the ground dangling a few inches above, lifted up by the collar of his nicely tucked shirt-well, not anymore. Something about him seemed familiar, it triggered a memory. I felt like I should know this guy, but how? and from where?


His feet finally touched the ground with more force than necessary and he fell to his knees. Blake took a step back and walked past him. This was my cue to leave.


"Catching feelings, Hale? Finally found something you care enough about to stop this plan of yours?" Paul called out to Blake, regaining his posture. He brushed off some dirt on his knees.


Silence. I couldn't see Blake anymore, covered by a tree a few feet away from me. Cowering back to the left I got a better look of him. His head was low, like he was thinking about something. Finally he turned on his heels, facing Paul once again. His eyes darted to around where I was standing and for a moment my breath caught in my throat. His eyes swiped past me like he didn't see me. I know better.


Bracing for a confrontation I almost stepped out on to the clearing about to expose myself, when Blake's voice came out again. But this time it had a warning tone to it.


"Don't come out with them empty threats just yet, Paul." Only three words caught my attention.


He's telling me something. Don't come out. I instantly returned to my shelter behind the tree, hoping the moonlight shinning over the branches didn't give out my shadow.


"Warnings." Paul corrects him. "I'm here to warn you."


The hair on the back of my neck stood out and the strands of my hair was sticking to my neck, I rubbed my sweaty palm on the hem of my shirt. Blake isn't who he really is. Do I even know him? Did I ever know him? I've only known him for a week, he could be a serial killer for all I know.


"Warnings are in a way empty threats." Blake's harsh tone brought me back to the clearing. They were facing off again, only a few feet apart. Blake must have moved toward him because Paul hasn't moved an inch.


Paul opened his mouth to say something but a new voice interrupted them both. Someone-a girl-called out Blake's name in the distance, somewhere near the house. Neither of them turned to where it came from.


Tuning into her voice I almost missed Blake's next threat, "Leave her out of this." He said, he let go of Paul's shirt but he didn't move away from his spot.


"How when she's the center of all this." Paul finally said. he sounded like he knew what he was saying. A smug look came across hes disgusting grin. By the looks of it, Blake didn't like it either. In the dark I saw Blake grab Paul's throat, wrapping a his hand around it. He brought him close to his face and whispered something I coudln't hear.