The Million Dollar Man

I knew it was bad to disrespect my brother like that, but lately he has been incredibly uptight, and on edge about almost everything. Danny looked as if he was about to explode, but thankfully Will decided to step in.

<< Hey man, let's just get home first, then you can strangle your sister. » Danny's hands were clenched into fists and he reluctantly turned back to the steering wheel and started driving again. Nate wrapped an arm around my shoulder and tried to calm me down again, but at this point, it wasn't going to work.

Pushing away from Nate, I shifted to the opposite side of the car and leaned my head against the cold window, a futile attempt to calm myself down.

The second the car came to a stop, I pushed open the door, slamming it shut as hard as I could, merely to express my anger towards my brother. Storming inside the house, I was so blinded by my fury that I didn't notice anything out of the ordinary, that is, until I felt a pair of arms seize me up.

<< Hush now, darling, and no one gets hurt. >> Predicting my actions, a large hand was placed over my mouth, completely muffling my screams. The door opened to reveal Will, Nate, and Danny, and I felt the guy holding me stiffen. That's right, I thought, you should be scared.

Obviously, this wanker had no idea that he had somehow broken into the house of one of the most feared gangs in London. I knew what would happen next, my brother and his mates would pull out their guns and it would all be over with in a mere minute.

But when a look of fear flashed through my brother's eyes, something that was rare to ever seen happen, I knew something was wrong.

<< Daniel Summers, it's a pleasure to meet you again. >> I heard a man's voice echo from behind me, alerting me that there was more than one man in our house.

A squeak of surprised left my lips as I was suddenly dropped to the floor. Frantically, I tried to get to Danny, only to be yanked up into a standing position by my arm. That harsh movement turned around my body, and I locked eyes with the boy in front of me. His piercing green eyes lacked emotion, and he smirked when he noticed my heavy breathing. A gasp left my lips as I was shoved behind him and into the arms of someone else.

I felt my blood run cold as we locked eyes. This guy towered over me by nearly a foot, and his dark, close to perfection features would have taken my breath away, if fear hadn't done so first.

<< Let go of her. » Danny snarled, stepping forward.

The man holding me let out a harsh laugh, his eyes flickering over to my brother.

<< And what are you going to do about it, Danny ? » He taunted.

<< I don't know what you think you're-<<

<< You know for being the 'London's Eyes,' you really didn't see this coming. >> He spoke, his eyes meeting mine again. With one arm, he held my body to his, and with another he stroked my face. And then I decided to do something very stupid.

The sound of the slap echoed throughout the living room, and everyone stared in horror of what happened.

The man let go of me, but only for a moment. Before I could react, he fiercely gripped my wrist and pulled my body back into his. His free hand grabbed a fistful of my hair, and jerked it to the side, making me hiss in pain. << Evelyn Summers, I promise you, you will regret that. >> He whispered, his lips brushing against my exposed neck.

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<< You should really know better than to anger Sebastian King. >>

I guess you could say that at that moment, I was royally fucked.

Sebastian King.

The name itself was rarely spoken aloud, and could make grown men cringe and cower in fear.

At the age of twenty-one, he ruled the most dangerous gang, and London to be honest. Rumor has it that he has insiders on the police force, and knows what is happening everywhere else before the rest of police. Now, to say something even slightly disrespectful to him could get you killed.

So, to be as utterly stupid as I was, and hit him- well, I might as well go out and dig my grave right now, that is, if Sebastian doesn't kill me first and dump my body into a bin in an alleyway.

<< You're just as impulsive as people say you are. >> Sebastian said, with his hand still tangled painfully in my hair.

<< You're not as scary and tough as people say you are,>> I spat out, refusing to give into the quaking fear that was taking over my very being.

His dark eyes narrowed and within mere seconds, I was pushed onto the ground, staring into the barrel of a gun. I've been in many life-threatening situations; trust me, but never have I been so utterly defenseless.

Through the corners of my eyes, I watched as Sebastian's men pulled out their guns, pointing them at my brother, Nate, and Will. My throat tightened and I felt my vision start to darken.

<< Not scary and tough, eh? >> Sebastian hissed out, kneeling down so that he could get up into my face.

My hard, cold exterior that I prided myself in slipped for only a fraction of a second, but that didn't stop an evil smirk from slipping onto his face. Even as he tucked his gun into the back of his pants, I found myself unable to move, in fear that he would whip his gun out and blast my head off.

<< You really are a stubborn bitch, »> he said, amusement shining in his eyes.

Straightening up to his full height, he motioned for his men to lower their guns, and said something to the man at his left.

« Danny, why don't you and I have a little chat? It's about what we discussed earlier this week. » Shifting slightly, I was able to see the way Danny paled and glanced at me nervously.

What the hell is going on right now?

Danny's spoken to the Sebastian King before?

Danny shakily nodded his head, and began to take cautious steps towards his office at the end of the hallway to the right of me. The green-eyed accomplice of Sebastian followed him, and Danny looked back to Nate and Will, jerking his head for them to follow.

I stood up, expecting to be included in this meeting, but found myself being pulled back into a hard chest by the blonde haired boy that had stayed behind.

<< Sorry babe, but you'll be staying with me. » The scruff on his chin scratched the side of my face and I held my breath as he pushed me towards the couch. << Sit. >>