บททั้งหมดของ Dangerous Love: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

The bar is dimly lit, the scent of whiskey and smoke hanging heavy in the air. Bottles line the shelves behind the counter, their glass reflecting the neon glow of the overhead lights. The hum of low conversations mixes with the occasional clink of ice against glass, and the faint, slow rhythm of a jazz song plays from an old speaker in the corner. It's the kind of place where people come to forget, drowning their troubles in liquor and half-hearted conversation. And that’s exactly what I’m doing. Six shots in, and the world has softened at the edges. My limbs feel weightless, my mind floating somewhere between clarity and a drunken haze. Bryson, the blonde sitting across from me, watches me with lazy amusement, his sea-brown eyes glinting under the bar lights. His sharp tongue has kept me company all night, and while I know I should leave, I don’t want to. "Your boyfriend's a fool to mess with your heart, beautiful," he scoffs, reaching out to stroke my hair like he's enti

Work became the only escape, the only thread of solace I could cling to. The cozy office, once a sanctuary tailored to my every taste, now bore silent witness to my unraveling. Below, the city burned—streets ablaze with life, headlights slicing through dusk like knives. The glass wall I stood behind became a mirror, a reflection of the chaos inside me. Five days. It’s been five days since I last saw him, five days since I last felt his breath, his presence. And still, this ache—this hollow, burning void—only deepens. After that night, I’d fled upstairs like a coward, straight to the guest room that once belonged to me. Slammed the door. Locked it. And collapsed. I cried—loud, heaving sobs that clawed out of my throat and soaked into the pillows. Nearly an hour passed before I heard the knock. His knock. “Go away! I do not wish to see you, just go!” I screamed, voice so hoarse it scratched my soul. But even as I said it, I hated myself for it. I didn’t want him gone. I wan

I stepped in between her legs, but I didn’t touch her—not yet. I needed her to look at me, to see me. The air between us was too heavy, soaked with everything unsaid, everything I’d buried.I reached out, slow and cautious, brushing my fingers across the bare skin of her thigh.She stiffened.Fuck.My hand froze in place, suspended midair like I’d just reached for something forbidden. My heart clenched, sharp and hard. I could feel her resistance like a slap to the chest."Allison," I whispered, swallowing back the ache rising in my throat. My fingers curled into a fist, pulling away.She wouldn't meet my gaze."Look at me," I rasped, voice edged in pain. I brought my hand to her chin, lifting her head gently but firmly, forcing her to face me. "Talk to me. Why are you pulling away from me?"Her eyes met mine then—and it was all there. The storm. The heartbreak. The fury.“I’m angry with you,” she said, her voice cracked, soft but steady. “I gave you all of me, Clyde. Every fucking pi

So without thinking, I ran between them, heart thundering, body trembling, barely able to catch his raised fist before it slammed into Will’s jaw. “Please…” My voice cracked, the word hanging in the air like a plea to God. My tears streamed freely down my face, burning hot trails across my skin. “Let. Go.” Clyde’s voice was low and rough—no longer the man who had made love to me just minutes ago, who’d kissed my lips like he worshipped me. This voice was cold. Controlled. Lethal. “Please don’t.” I sobbed again, wrapping my hand tighter around his, but he yanked it free with terrifying force and landed a brutal punch on Will. The sickening sound of knuckles meeting flesh rang out through the room. My lips quivered. I pressed my palm to my mouth to stifle the scream clawing its way up my throat. “How fucking dare you?!” Clyde roared, voice thick with fury, slamming his fist into Will again. And again. “No! Please stop!” I cried, voice raw, almost unrecognizable. I was shakin

The gates slid open to the warehouse compound—my other face of business. A laundry façade out front for anyone stupid enough to get curious, but the real shit was buried in the belly of the building. Drugs. Guns. Power.My men stood tall at the gates, weapons strapped, eyes alert. The moment they saw me, they straightened up. I was the king in my fucking empire—and tonight, I wasn’t in the mood for delays.“Is everything in order?” I snapped as we stepped out.“Yes, Boss,” one answered immediately. “This way.”I walked past rows of tables stacked with wrapped bricks of cocaine, watched by trusted hands who wouldn’t dare skim a gram. It reeked of power, of money, of a life soaked in blood and secrets. This was me. This was who I fucking was.Scar met us near the back, his face grim.Scar nodded and motioned us to the surveillance room. My boots echoed hard against the concrete floor as I followed.The screen showed him—Rence—tied to a chair, bloodied, breathing heavy through a busted n