AUTHORS NOTE: I'm still in the process of editing the entire series, however, I figured it would be easier to have it all posted first and then go back and edit. Enjoy!

It took me a while to process what just happened.

Did I see right?

Did that actually just happen?

The shock jolted through my veins the second I saw the blood dripping from the head of the guy that collapsed onto the floor, his body completely drained from life. Feeling my stomach twist in horror, my hand instinctively falling to my mouth as I tried hard not to scream.

I couldn't breathe, I couldn't move nor could I tear my eyes away from the sight in front of me. My knees felt like jelly and my feet as if they had been cemented onto the muddy ground I stood on.

Hearing the shuffling of the leaves and commotion, I had finally looked up in time to see Danger look my way, his eyes void of any emotion, I couldn't tell what he was thinking and instantly fear took over me.

My throat went dry as I began shaking my head, wanting to tell him that I didn't see anything but that didn't work as he quickly whispered a few things to the guys around him before he skimmed his way to me without anyone noticing.

I had debated on whether or not I should run, but I couldn't do anything but wait. I couldn't even see him.

Snaking his arm around my waist, I gasped as he threw me over his shoulder. It all happened so fast, I couldn't process what had just happened until he threw me in the passenger side of his car.

Not knowing what to do, I just sat there, unmoving as my eyes glanced around looking at anything that could hurt me. A knife maybe? Another gun perhaps? But nothing came to view.

Letting out a breath of relief, it quickly vanished once the door next to me opened and in sat danger himself.

He didn't look too pleased.

Without a word being spoken, he started the car before speeding out of the area it was parked in.

"Where are you taking me? Are you gong to kill me? Oh god, I don't want to die. . ." I mumbled in discomfort as the thought flooded my brain.

My body cut to pieces and left in the woods for no one to find. . .

"Would you shut the fuck up?" He snapped at me, his voice dripping with bitterness causing me to listen, pressing my lips together.

I felt the tension in the car as I began fumbling with my fingers, biting my lip so I wouldn't say anything more but I couldn't help it. I needed to know what was going on.

"Are you going to kill me?"

Silence.

"I really need to get home. It's late as it is, and when my parents find out I snuck out, I will die. Literally."

All I received from him was a chuckle which caused me to furrow my brows in confusion.

"What's so funny?"

"You," He kept glancing at his side mirror , glancing at me for just a second before turning his head back to face the road in front of him.

"Me?" I scratched my head awkwardly. "What about me?"

"You're in a car with someone you just—" He paused before continuing, "yet all you can think about is getting in trouble. . . By your parents?" He looked at me now, his full attention on me as I swallowed hard.

His gaze was intense.

"Who am I to judge?"

"You are one confusing chick, let me tell you." He laughed as he shuffled in his seat, looking at the side mirror once more.

"Yeah well you aren't one easy walk on the park either." I muttered under my breath as I tucked my hand under my chin before propping my elbow on the arm rest.

"You don't even know me," He protested.

"I know enough and saw enough to know you spell trouble." I admitted as I bit in the inside of my cheek.

"I'm guessing you heard about me then?" He cocked a brow as I turned to face him.

"Yeah, more than I wanted to. Believe me," I shook my head.

"And you believe them?" He pursed his lips, his eyes on the road now as he swerved to another lane. He kept his right hand holding the bottom of the steering wheel as he dug his other hand into the pocket of his leather jacket.

"No. . ." I flashed back to the argument I had with Carly back at the party and then my memory served what just happened moments ago.

"Good," He pulled out a pack of cigarettes now, popping the top open as he slid a cigarette out, layering it between his lips before lighting it up. He threw the box back into his pocket, "because I'm sure the truth is far more worse."

He blew out a perfect ring of smoke.