Dangerous

Chapter 1 - Miss Rebellious

"Mia, can you come to my office please." I heard my dad call. Fu*ks sake. What does he want now?

Growing up, my life wasn't the easiest. Why? Because I'm the daughter of the renowned billionaire, David Rodriguez. The most powerful man in New York. And the most feared. But, that aside, he would do anything to keep his family safe. And I mean anything. You stand in his way, you'll most likely end up dead.

I dubiously entered his office. "What the hell do you want now, Dad? I've got somewhere important to be.", I said, giving him a little attitude. Crap. I'm gonna regret that.

"Okay, first off, lose the attitude, Mia. And secondly, you aren't going anywhere." Wait?! What? He's kidding right?

"Why not? I asked, frustrated and angry. I'm a grown woman for gods sake. He can't keep me locked up forever. Although he trys his hardest to. It gets on my damn nerves. I'm 24 years old, not 12.
"Because it's not safe out there. You could get hurt." This again? Really? I know he cares, but sometimes I wish he'd just let me live a little.

"Dad--"

"No, Mia. You're staying here and that's final." Like hell I am. "Fine. Whatever you say, Dad." I had to say something. Tell him what he wanted to hear. But if my parents know me at all, they know I'm rebellious. When they tell me not to do something. I go and do it. I learn things the hard way. What's life without a little risk?

"I'm going to my room." I said as I stormed out of his office, slamming the door behind me.

"That girl is going to be the death of me."

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I was supposed to be meeting my friends at the local park for a catch up. And I had every intention of going. I needed to live my life, my way.
I changed into a casual pair of shorts, a white tank top, and my favourite leather jacket, along with a pair of small heel studded boots. I put my long hair up into a high ponytail and I was ready. I crawled out my bedroom window and shimmied down the drainpipe. I couldn't tell you how many times I've done this over the years. I'd become quite the pro at it.

With my feet safely on the ground below, I made a run for it before the security guards caught me. God forbid if they did.. I'd be in some deep shit.

Around ten minutes later, I arrived at the local park and spotted my friends straight away. Lucy, Becca, Kylie, Jake and of course Brandon.

Ah Brandon. My favourite guy. And who also happens to be my ex-boyfriend. I haven't seen him for 5 months, and holy canolli, does he look good.

"MIA." Becca called out as she ran over to me and hugged me so tight I couldn't breathe.

"Where have you been girl?"

"Becca. I love you. But can you let me go. I can't breathe." She let me go, and I took a deep breath. We both just erupted into laughter, as did everyone else.

"So? Where have you been?" Lucy asked as she and the others walked over to me.

"I've been locked up in the jail cell I like to call my bedroom. And guys I literally saw you like 3 days ago." I replied. Everyone chuckled. Well, I saw everyone except Brandon.

"Well 3 days feels like forever, Mia" Kylie said. It does feel like forever, but when we did meet up, we had the best time.

I watched in awe as everyone was messing around and having fun, like the good old days. This is what I loved. Us all together, having fun. Making memories.

"You never change, Mia." Brandon chuckled. "It's good to see you." He said, walking over to me and pulling me into a hug.

"It's good to see you to, Brandon. I've missed you." Where the hell did that come from? Never mind.

I've missed you too, Mimi." He said leaning in and kissing my forehead. Mimi. That was what he used to call me when we were together. I'm surprised he still remembers it to be honest.

"Sorry, I shouldn't of call--"

"Brandon. Relax. It's okay." I said, reassuring him with a smile. "But just out of interest, why did you call me that?"

"For old times sake. And it just sorta.. Slipped out." I chuckled at his response. He was the sweetest guy, and I loved him. I always have, and I always would. Nothing or no-one would ever change that.

After a couple of hours, I thought I'd best get home. My parents would surely know by now I'd gone. And I'd get an earful from him and mom as soon as I walk through that door. Unless I shimmy up the drainpipe?

Nah. To hell with that. It's hard enough coming down it, let alone going up it.

I made my rounds and said goodbye, then made my way home. Brandon offered to give me a lift home, but I told him no. I'm a big girl. I can handle myself.

~~~

As I was walking home, I caught sight of a group of guys holding some poor guy at gunpoint. And me being the bold and brave girl that I am.. just stood there and watched. What the hell am I thinking standing here? I could get myself killed.

One of the guys spotted me standing and observing them. Shit. What do I do now? If I run, I'll get killed. If stay right here, I'll most likely get killed. I was at a dead end. I sucked it up and stayed right where I was. He came walking over to me, an angry look on his face.

"You." He said. His voice, husky, mysterious, sexy. And his figure... Wow.
He was muscular, but not too much, but enough that you could see he worked out. His left arm was covered in tattoos containing a mixture of things. Random stuff. He was wearing a navy blue tank top that defined his upper body. He was also wearing a pair of skinny jeans that were ripped at the knees and a simple pair of black lace up combat boots. His hair was jet black, and styled perfectly. Not a hair out of place. Holy Shit. What sky did he fall from? Talk about perfection. He was sex on legs.

"What did you see?"

"Why?" I asked, my adrenaline kicking in. "What are you going to do about it, huh?" I had no idea what this guy was capable of, and here I was, standing in the middle of a deserted street, with a stranger, risking my life because little Miss Rebellious here can't keep her damn mouth shut.

He started walking closer to me and my heart went from 0 to 60 in a split second. I froze on the spot, and I'm pretty sure I stopped breathing. I'm in trouble. Big trouble.

He leaned down, our faces just inches apart..

"Trust me, little one. You don't want to find out."

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