Owned - Book #1 in the Dangerous Love Series

×Prologue×

"Who's there?!" I yell, holding up my finger gun as I stalk around my huge ass house, probably looking like a straight up weirdo.

You see, I just got done watching a movie about a kidnapping and as soon as it was over, I started hearing stuff from upstairs. And no one else besides my dog was here in the house, and she was next to me.

After kicking in a few doors, pointing my gun in like the police, I sigh in relief. Pretending to holster my awesome and trusty finger gun, I let out a loud snort at my weirdness.

Bella, my tiny pup, trots into the room and starts sniffing, before turning around and growling at me. My eyebrow raises slightly and my head tilts. My eyes widen when I realizes she wasn't looking at me, she was looking behind me.

So, with slow movements, I walk forward, pulling down my hoodie as I crouch down, picking her up. I reach under my bed, grabbing my trusty bat. I hear a thud of a footstep about a few feet away from me and smirk.

"Bella..." I murmur softly to my pup who looks at me curiously. I smirk wider as the soft footsteps grow closer.

"People.. need to learn..." I murmur under my breath, putting her in my hoodie pocket, since she fits perfectly at only a few months old.

The footsteps are only about foot or two away, and growing closer. I grip my bat tighter, ready to swing. Only six more steps and I would have the perfect angle to swing at someone's head.

One...

"Why.. It's not good.." I mutter louder.

Two...

"To.." I start slowly sliding my hand out that was locked around my bat, being very careful so he or she can't see it.

Three...

"Sneak.."

Four...

"Up.."

Five...

"On.."

Six!

"Me!!" I yell, swinging the bat backwards and feeling it come in contact with someone's skull. The loud thud of a body tells me it's male and I whip around to see it's an unknown person, lying there motionless.

"Heh.. Bitch needed to learn.." I say proudly and keep my eyes on him as I slowly slide on a pair of jeans and a pair of shoes. I grab my combat knife from my drawer, taking my eyes off him for about thirty seconds. When I hear a low groan, I freeze up and whip around, seeing him standing up.

"That little..." He mumbles, his head whipping up and eyes locking on me. I smile sweetly, raise my middle finger and start booking it out my room.

"LATER BITCH!" I yell, running as fast as I can, holding desperately onto my small pup. The harsh thud of footsteps echo behind me as I run downstairs, towards my front door. I smile wide, only a few steps from freedom, when a strong arm wraps around my waist and a rough hand presses a cloth to my mouth.

"Mm! Mmm!" I try to thrash and kick but I inhale in the sweet scent of the cloth in the process, becoming light headed.

"I'm sorry miss..." The voice says softly in my ear as my body grows limp and my eyes cloud with dotted black spots.

Son of a..

I don't even finish my thought as consciousness leaves me.

How the hell did this even happen..?