All Chapters of DANGEROUS LIAISONS: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

33 Chapters

Mission interception

Fort’s POV We had tracked the GPS signal from the ring straight to the hotel. The blinking dot had settled on the third floor, room 317.So Dimitri booked 316 under a false name. The room smelled faintly of leather polish and stale air conditioning. A red carpet, that spread through the entire room, a large queen sized bed. A painting of a mountain range on the wall. I didn’t even look at most of it.I stood by the window, staring out at the parking lot while my mind ran through every possible scenario. Elon should’ve checked in by now.He should’ve sent something. Anything. My fingers tapped once against the glass.Then again. Dimitri sat in the chair across the room, scrolling through his phone in that way he did when he was pretending not to watch me. But I

Doomed to liability

Elon’s POV I took another breath as I made my way down the long empty hallway toward Fort’s office, still clad in the same suit from the events of tonight. The fabric smelled faintly of smoke, gunpowder, and something metallic—blood, probably Dimitri's. I hadn’t bothered changing.I didn’t feel like I deserved to feel the comfort of clean clothes. Fort’s doctor had taken Dimitri the moment we arrived at the mansion. Within seconds of the car stopping, men had carried him away to the medical wing like a carefully handled pup. I stood there uselessly while they worked, watching as the doctor pressed gauze into the wound in Dimitri’s back.Now he was bandaged up and resting. Alive. I couldn’t stop the quiet hum in my chest at that fact.Dimitri wasn’t dead, that alone put some kind of hope that Fort wouldn't

The beginning of a weakness

Elon's pov My heart pounded hard against my ribs.For a moment I wasn’t sure I had heard him correctly.The room felt suddenly smaller, the air heavier, thick with the quiet authority in Fort’s voice. I hesitated only a second.Then I leaned forward.My fingers trembled slightly as I reached for the waistband of his trousers where he had already lowered the fabric. When his cock came into view, my breath caught in my throat. My face burned with heat, humiliation crawling under my skin—but beneath it was something else too.Something electric.Something i definitely shouldn't feel. Fort watched me, his dark gaze never leaving my face.“Don’t make me repeat myself,” he said quietly. My stomach tightened.“Yes… sir.” I shifted closer on my knees, the tiled floor cold beneat

Crippled Revenge

Elon’s POV I paced the length of my room for what had to be the twentieth time.Back and forth.Back and forth. Confusion clung to me like a second skin.What exactly was going on?Was he angry at me?My mind betrayed me again, drifting back to last night… to the moment in his office. The way he had suddenly told me to leave.Right in the middle of it.My chest tightened.Had I done something wrong?Maybe I had pushed too far. Maybe I had misunderstood the entire situation. Maybe— I groaned quietly, dragging a hand through my hair. I had spent most of the night trying to make up for it. Running through Douglas’s files again. Rechecking the shipment patterns. Cross-referencing the times Dimitri had gathered from his background research.If Fort wanted results, I would give him resu

The Breach

Elon’s POVThe mission files had begun to smell like ink and dust.I had been staring at them for nearly three hours straight.Papers were scattered across the small desk in my room—profiles, maps, photographs, coded notes written in Fort’s sharp handwriting. Some of the pages had been creased from how many times I had unfolded them. Others were marked with my own scribbles where I tried to memorize details.Names. Faces. Territories.Enemies.Fort had handed the files to me a week ago without explanation. Just dropped them on the table and told me to study."You need to know who walks into a room before they open their mouth," he had said.So I studied.One of the profiles stared back at me now—a rival family lieutenant with slick hair and a permanent smirk. I tried to imitate the way the man stood in the photo, tilting my chin slightly in the mirror across the room.If I ever had to impersonate him or someone like him, I needed to get used to stepping into other skins.It was strang

Shipment leverage

Fort’s POVThe mansion smelled like smoke and gunpowder.It clung to the air thickly, burning the back of my throat with every breath.Broken glass crunched beneath my boots as I stepped across the marble floor, gun raised, eyes scanning every corner of the entrance hall. The chandeliers above us still swayed slightly from the earlier explosions, casting fractured shadows across the walls.Bodies lay scattered near the blown-out doors.My guards moved carefully through the room, checking the fallen attackers and kicking weapons away from their hands.Outside, the sound of engines roared as the remaining vehicles peeled away from the estate.They were retreating.Cowards.Or maybe they had simply realized they weren’t winning.Either way, the fight was nearly over.I exhaled slowly, lowering my gun just a fraction.Across the hall Dimitri leaned against one of the pillars, his rifle still in his hands. His shirt was dark with blood where the stitches on his side had reopened during the

The cold shoulder.

Elon’s POV The metal pressed harder against my skull, cold and unforgiving.The barrel of the gun felt like ice sinking into my skin, and every second it stayed there made my heartbeat pound louder in my ears. For the first time since I’d been dragged into Fort Thorne’s world, I thought very clearly:This is how I die.Not in some dramatic street fight.Not running from the police.But standing in the middle of a mansion that wasn’t mine, with a stranger’s gun pressed to my head while the most dangerous man I’d ever met decided whether I was worth saving. My chest rose and fell unevenly.I didn’t dare move.I didn’t dare breathe too loudly.Because the man behind me had the kind of desperation that made fingers twitch on triggers. And desperate men didn’t hesitate.My tho

Debt paid in Blood

Fort’s POV The mansion had returned to its regular silence.Except the distant movement of guards clearing debris, the faint scrape of furniture being dragged back into place, quiet voices exchanging orders in the corridors.But the chaos was gone.All of it had been swallowed by the kind of efficiency that came from years of running an organization built on violence. I walked down the long hallway slowly, my boots echoing faintly against the polished floor.Two shipments gone.Millions of dollars reduced to ash.Denver had exploded first.Then Pasadena.I could still hear the voice on the phone confirming it.My jaw tightened. Losses happened in this world, but they were frequent when one was careless and dared to underestimate their opponents.The worst part was that, that wasn’t even what bothered me. W

Purpose for the Predator

Elon’s POV I couldn’t stop thinking about the way Fort acted. It had been hours since the fight, since the gun had been pressed against my skull and everything in my life had balanced on the edge of someone else’s trigger finger.And when it was over—when I had acted, when I had saved the situation, when I had stopped that man from destroying the rest of Fort’s operations—Fort had told me to get out of his sight. My chest tightened again at the memory.I paced slowly across the hallway outside my room, rubbing a hand across the back of my neck.What the hell did I do wrong? The question refused to leave my mind.Maybe I had overstepped.Maybe he thought I interfered in something that wasn’t my place.Or maybe—My steps slowed when I noticed the light under the door to the medical room.

Mission Undercover

Elon’s POV The dress clung to my body like a second skin—deep burgundy, smooth silk that caught the light with every slight movement. It dipped low at the back, exposing just enough skin to be distracting without being obvious.The front was worse.Or better.Depending on who was staring. A plunging neckline, softened by careful contouring and illusion, just enough to sell the image without overdoing it. My waist was snatched so it would be shaped just right. Hips curved from the body suit. Legs long and exposed through a high slit that ran dangerously up my thigh.Thin, black heels high enough to change the way I walked completely. “I expect precision.”Fort’s voice boomed, controlled and direct. I stood across from him in his office, already prepared&md

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