Mr. Dangerous

Chapter 1

COLE'S POV

"I dont get them! Who calls you for a meeting and then never appears? I mean I have a family to take care of in the long run and studying to do, I'm a senior not a unemployed coach potato." Those were my exact thoughts as I closed the phone with Mr.S. I didnt know what his name was, thats the way these jobs worked. You get a name you go and clean a mess and then you receive a hell of a lot of money on your doorstep.

Yes, gang work. Now you might think I get rid of bodies or somehing but no. I have done the occasional drug deal when I needed extra cash but due to my age and computer skills the rest of the stuff I had to do was provide mysterious Mr.S with information, stalking and discovering nothing less, nothing more, that was the contract I had signed anyway.

However, I was in a gang. I was threatened daily and I was always being watched. Luckily they could only hurt me. I lived alone so they had no information about my family, that I had purposefully put in a house outside the city, and therefore no one they could use for revenge against me if I made a wrong move.

I looked around, "HolySpirt nightclub" it was fancy inside and totally my way of living. Girls were rubbing themselves on guys, the bartender was preparing drinks, in the corners you could see the couples that loved each other making things a little too obvious but tonight I wasn't in the mood, for the first time I had felt disgusting. I wasn't a player. I do girlfriends. But I was a drinker and a smoker when I needed it, but after Mr.S ditched me and provided me with no name I couldn't help but feel useless. I needed a change. I needed to see the world and be happy. I needed to finish school and start my business and that's what I would do, so I decided after much thinking, that partying from now on was second to Mr.S, my job and maintaining a good educational level. So all I wanted, right now, was to get on my motorcyle and go home, and be depressed with the way my life has turned out.

With a long exhale I stood up from the bar stool and put on my jean jacket, holding my black helmet in my arm and walked through people getting closer to the enrance, my head low to stop myself from making eye contact with anyone I shouldn't be making eye contact with. As soon as I stepped outside I raised my head and looked straight to my motorcycle.

I froze.

Light green converse shoes were hanging off the sides of the metallic machinery. Long, thin, legs were rapped around the leather part of the seat, as a female's body leaned slightly too forward, hands clutching on the steering as if she was scared for her life.

That's when she looked my way, my heart fluttered, her long, straight, brown hair falling to her waist making me want to run my finger through it, her plump lips held up in a nervous, mischievous smile making her look extra cute and super kissable, her cheekbones were high, structuring her face in the most perfect way, her cheeks tinted red embarrassed of the fact she was sitting on a strangers belonging. Not that I minded. I couldn't clearly see her eyes but she wasn't looking at me. I frowned, slightly jealous that she's smiling in such a way to someone else. I looked to my left only to see a young blonde taking photos of the girl I could swear I had just fell in love with.

"Maybe my helmet will make it better?" I offered loudly with a smile so I could be heard. Her eyes briefly connected with mine and for a moment I felt the emotions I had felt run through her eyes, I felt like a mini explosion had happened between us, like the destiny of two young people had crossed and joined together without a split in the future. I felt alive.