Dangerous Love

Foreword

This is not any other ordinary story of love. Oh, it's not even qualified the criteria of romantic sick joke about love but yeah. It's still a love story caught in the bad side romance.

Fuck right? Indeed, my life would suck without him yet he always make me wanna kill him every time he play the role of a douche bag.

My name is Quinn. Quinn with I not E. Quinn Anderson is my real name though I have many names that I lost of count. They all know me as Hailey Danvers but my real undercover name is Cooper. Yup, I'm so mysterious that everyone want to dig on my personal life.

Perhaps, I cannot blame them. My life is not a good way to start with a cliché. As a teenager, I've done so many bad things. Bad things meaning Bad things. But not even close to be called certified crimes. Well, in my own perspective.

My life as a teen is so messed up. I mean, f*****g messed up. I grew up in a very unconventional type of living that a normal teenage boy only dream they could ever have.

Sounds cool huh? Nope. There's no space for fun in my life that can make it more easier to describe by words. I was raised by my Uncle. Several strangers, few friends. I don't have permanent home let alone States or country. I live like a fugitive ready to pack up and leave whenever I smell danger or a chance of getting caught. Yeah, that may sounds cool though but nope. It's not cool at all.

I was separated from my father for a long couple of years for some good reason. For my own good. He was not a douche or anything that will consider bad, well, he is an asshole for letting me live like that but not enough amount of badness to totally abandon his only daughter.

He's not like that. In fact, he's valiant and honorable man of his duty that the history of mankind barely even know his name. No, Scott Morgan is not the type of guy who always sashay his colorful medals or brag his every heroic deeds compare to the vainglorious politicians whom you might probably throwing curses every time they flashes their faces in your TV screen.

He's very courageous and noble guy for me. So sanctified that he never let his crown-ass-self pay a visit his only daughter. His only family left.

Grudge noted there. But this is not about my hate on my own dad nor about him and his chivalrous, wonderful story. Although, part of me was quite engaged to his crime fighting life. Don't get me wrong, this is not also about me being heroic or anything close that you might call "Public Daredevil Acts"

This is about me and my greatest adventure in finding my real identity. My real soul. The real me. A place that He laid after me and offer me with open-arms together with a kick of his goddamn sweet loving.

A place of hope and promise of tomorrow. A place where I wanna be. A place I could be safe. A home that quite elusive in my entire 18 years of existing.

A place I might call "True Paradise"

I kinda bore you enough with this long and stupid speech but, this is about me and him.

My one true love. My one Hell of a Goddamn man.

And it all started when I landed on his Great-Massive-Messy King-sized Bed.

Pretty interesting huh?

And It goes like this...

Finding the beauty out of ugly side of life. Discovering deeper means of life and love in the very unimaginable, hopeless place.

So, where do I start? Let's begin when I met his cousin. Ash Castillo, who seal the deal of offering me to his Devil-like Cousin. Will Castillo (s***h) My mission (s***h) My crime partner (s***h) My constant hook up (s***h) My lover (s***h) My savior (s***h) My home.