Little danger
RYAN
"Hello?" My father's voice was steady as I picked the call.
There was a pause on the other end, and I watched as his expression shifted, his eyes narrowing..Lisa, sat across from him, her brow arched in concern. When she saw his face soften slightly, she let out a breath she’d been holding, a sign of relief.
“Oh, you found him?” His voice was clipped as he nodded slowly
“Yes, I understand. Outside the station? Hurt?”
Lisa leaned forward, her hand gripping the edge of the table as she waited for the details. Her gaze flickered between my father and the phone, her lips drawn into a thin line of worry.
He listened intently for a moment before finally glancing at Lisa, giving a slight nod.
“He was found outside the station,” he said quietly, as though he could barely believe it himself. “Seems like the gang who intercepted the car must have let him go after all.”
A sigh of relief escaped Lisa’s lips, her posture softening slightly.
"Thank God," she whispered under her breath. She’d been on edge ever since the cops informed them that the car was intercepted and the bastard was taken away. They had made sure a full security was placed in front of Violet's ward,afraid that he might come for her again.
But he can't,he would never..not again
"Yes, Violet is fine now," my father continued, his tone lighter than it had been in days. “We appreciate the update. Keep us informed if there’s any more information.”
He hung up the phone, resting it back on the desk before rubbing his temples.
Lisa finally spoke, her voice soft but relieved. "So… they found him."
My father nodded, his gaze far away. "Yes. Just like they said—outside the station. Apparently, he was beaten pretty badly."
A slow smile tugged at the corners of my lips. "Beaten pretty badly" was putting it lightly. I had made sure that the bastard would never forget me. My fists, driven by weeks of pent-up rage, had left their mark. Jack had been more than happy to join in, and by the time we were done, we dumped him outside the station like the piece of trash he
“Beaten?” Lisa's eyes budged momentarily. “Oh,that must be..”
“It's nothing to worry about. He got what he deserved. He got what he deserved. And now, he’s gone. Violet’s safe. Nothing bad is going to happen again."
He said before flickering his gaze to me,his eyebrows cocked.
It was then I realized I was still smiling, the satisfaction from beating that scum radiating through me. I forced my expression back into something neutral.
Lisa stood, walking over to me.
“Thank you, Ryan," she said softly, her eyes filled with gratitude. "For saving her”
I nodded, barely able to meet her gaze. That was it then. Violet is safe. I've dealt with the top person on my shitlists…of course I had one more thing to do. I needed a release.
"I’m going to step out for a while," I muttered, catching the brief look of concern that crossed my father’s face. But he knew better than to ask where I was going. He didn’t want to know.
As soon as I stepped out of the hospital, the crisp night air hit my skin, but it wasn’t enough to cool the fire still burning inside me. I reached into my pocket, pulling out my phone. My thumb hovered over the contacts until I found the name I needed.
Evelyn
I pressed the dial. She picked up after the second ring.
"Ryan, it's late," she purred, her voice smooth and sultry, like she was waiting for me.
"I’ll be outside of your place in 5" I said, ignoring the exhaustion in her tone.
There was a pause, a hint of hesitation, but it quickly disappeared. She never could say no to me. None of them could. I knew how to push the right buttons, play the right games.
Her apartment was dimly lit when I got there. The smell of expensive perfume hung in the air as I stepped inside.. Evelyn greeted me with a lazy smile. She walked over, wrapping her arms around my neck, her lips grazing my jawline as she whispered, “What took you so long?”
I didn’t answer. I didn’t have to. Instead, I pulled her closer, letting the familiar routine unfold. But as we tumbled into her bed, the high from earlier started to fade.
Evelyn laid beside me after we were done. Her fingers lazily traced patterns on my chest, her breathing steady as she drifted off. .
This was the usual pattern—I should’ve been used to it by now—the feeling of detachment, the way nothing seemed to stick. But tonight, it hit differently, like the hollowness inside me was deeper than before. I pulled away from Evelyn's touch, careful not to wake her. It wasn’t hard. She was asleep, curled up against me, but I couldn’t feel any connection, not even a trace.
It’s always like this. One-night stands, meaningless hookups… distractions. Anything to keep me from facing whatever was brewing inside me. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, sitting there for a moment as I rubbed my hands over my face. My clothes were scattered on the floor, and I could feel the pull to just get out of here. I never stayed the night.
I dressed quickly and stepped outside onto the balcony, lighting a cigarette as the cold night air hit me. The city is stretched out before me, lights flickering like stars beneath the skyline. Normally, this view calmed me, gave me something to hold onto when the rest of my life felt like it was slipping out of control. But not tonight. Tonight, even the city felt distant, untouchable.
The cigarette burned between my fingers, and I took a long drag, letting the smoke fill my lungs before exhaling slowly. I thought about the guy from earlier—the one who dared to touch Violet. I’d beaten the hell out of him, left him bleeding on the ground. For a moment, it felt good. Hell, it felt better than good. But now, hours later, that satisfaction was gone, replaced by the same restless itch I couldn’t scratch.
Why didn’t anything last? Not the fights, not the women. Not even the adrenaline that usually kept me going.
I flicked the cigarette into the street below, watching the ember fall until it disappeared into the shadows. There was no point in staying here. I could slip out, head home, and be alone again. Same routine.
But the craziest part was how my thoughts kept drifting to a certain brown-haired.
And that made my thoughts dangerous. But then,danger had always been my favorite game.
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