Romans & histoires Pretty Reckless

Jack plop on my bed. "I know." I continued brushing my hair. "Where are off to?" "Isn't it obvious?" "Yeah but I'm a little worried for ya." "Why?" "You can be arrested or worst have an accident, I think is time you stop your biker games." He said. "No way in hell! That's my life! You don't know how it feels to be on a bike riding full speed! Is fucking good." "That is risky Nat! Each time you go out dressed like this I'm always worried as fuck, that something bad might happen to you." He stood up taking some steps toward me.

He says, brushing a piece of hair out of my face with his fingers. "Hey, you could've gotten yourself killed. Watch where you walking." The guy in the convertible who almost bumped me, yells out to me. "Hey buddy, this is a parking lot not a highway. You shouldn't be driving so fast, I was watching where I was going. You were speeding." I yell at him and flip him off. James walks up to him. "You lucky you didn't bump her. Because if you did, I swear to God." He says to him.

“You don’t get to ignore something like this.” I let out a small, humorless laugh. “Watch me.” That landed hard. “You’re being reckless,” he said. “No,” I replied. “I’m being very fucking careful.” The word slipped out before I could stop it. Fuck. He noticed. Of course he did. “You don’t talk to me like that.” “I do now.”

Ryan asked. “Now you want to piss on the Grecos too? You can’t just go around throwing stuff out at the drop of a hat. Let it go. I have to … let her go,” I said. *The fuck you do,* my tiger roared. He was pushing to shift but he’d be beyond destructive right now. Reckless.

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“She told me he was obsessed lately. Work. Expansion and deals. That he said nothing could slow him down.” “And how exactly does that make someone dangerous?” “Well, it doesn't.” He agreed, “But it makes them reckless. Could mean he intentionally didn't want to save her.” My forehead wrinkled. Ethan reckless? My mind tried to fit the word around him and it didn't sit right. He was controlled, calculated and cold when he needed to be. But reckless? “I've seen him lose his temper.” Bradley continued. “You haven't. You're still new to him.” That made me bristle. “You don't know what I've seen.”

"Of course you were driving.... recklessly." Silence stretches between us, thick and charged. I close the kit with a snap and stand up, suddenly craving some distance. "You’re lucky you didn’t end up with a crack on your skull." "Don’t you think it would have been better if I had?" he says, smiling in a way that sends a chill down my spine. I look at him before I can stop myself, my mouth falling open in disbelief. Seriously? Jesus, this man! When I'd heard about the DeWitt family's reckless first son, I thought people were exaggerating. Just typical rich-boy antics and tabloid nonsense.

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Reckless. And right now, Rage Cage had me exactly where it wanted me.

“Now you’re speaking my language.” Jeremy, however, remained calm, arms crossed, eyes cold and measured. “Niko,” he said slowly, voice like ice, “This isn’t a joke. People will die. It’s reckless, uncontrolled… chaotic for chaos’s sake. That’s not the initiation. That’s murder.” I leaned back, smirking, letting my energy fill the room. “Exactly. That’s the fun part. Predictable, boring, controlled stuff is for idiots. I don’t do predictable. I don’t do boring. I do… this.”