Dangerous.

Chapter Seven

I was left alone, confused, and even more intruded by this mystery girl.

The fact that I was not the one providing the chase this time was exciting. She had me on my toes without intending to. What did frighten me was the fact she could snap at any given second if needed to or wanting to. If she didn't hesitate to pull a gun on Harry doesn't dismiss the fact that she could do the exact same with me.

yet ironically, that excited me even more.

I've officially gone mad. I'm bonkers. Bonkers over a girl I've only met twice in my life and only knew her first name and that was only because her friend whispered it while they were threatening Harry.

She's dangerous.

I decided to secretly follow her, see why she's always out and about when I encounter her. Where she lives, what she does, who she see's. Does she have a boyfriend? I sure hope not.

If she does, is he dangerous like her? Is he one of the big built guys who barely talk? Does she love him? Is she using him? Is he using her? Or are they some kind of power couple in their messed up community? I'm literally over thinking this much more than I really should. I'm going to lose sight of her if I don't concentrate.

I stopped behind a telephone booth, red one at that, and saw her stand at the end of the abandoned street connecting to an alley behind a pizzeria. Niall loves that one.. interesting.

This looked like some cliché scene out of a movie. Her waiting for someone important while I watch from afar. It's so cliché that it makes me feel like I should be sick to my stomach but in reality, I'm nearly falling over from trying to get a better view of her stunning persona. I cower back when a dark figure rushes towards her. A protective instinct in me wants to come out of my hiding spot and protect her but the curious part of me stays back to watch.

"Rodriguez?" They call out, stern loud voice booming with an echo throughout the alley. She nods.

"Lopez?" Her voice is different. A different non emotion in it, venom in her clear voice. Authority even. It made the hairs on my arms stand up.

"Dame el ninero," she said coldly, her eyes hidden from the dark, dark black Ray Bands that shielded her ice cold blue eyes that has me yearning for.

"About that.." He said lowly, nervously. What were they even talking about? What language is that? It sounds a lot like Spanish but I could be mistaking it for a South America county perhaps Brazil.

"You were warn from the start that if you didn't pay there would be consequences Lopez," she spat, repulsed. I knew her accent was false, I just knew it. What pay? Does he owe her money for something? A gamble? A bet?

Or even worse... drugs?

"I know I know!" He pleaded, taking the hood of his dark jacket off and exposing a bald head with dozens of dark tattoos inked on it. It looked absolutely wicked!

"I have the money but I'm currently blocked from my bank account right now Rodz." He explained, hand movements putting her on edge as her hand was on her hip and her chin was up. She looked so confident with herself at that moment that I couldn't help but blubber at how much I was beginning to admire her.

Confidence is down right sexy.

"Pues?" Her voice had a revealing accent, not American like I had previously guessed. Those accents don't come from classes you take, those are heritage accents. She isn't British but Latin. She has to.

"Pues no se.. dame mas tiempo porfavor," he begged, rubbing his face with his very large hands. I saw her bite her lip while shifting her weight. She was visually doubtful.