All Chapters of DANGEROUS LIAISONS: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

117 Chapters

Toast in Darkness

Fort’s POV Thirty minutes, My eyes flicked to my watch again.It had been Thirty Minutes.My jaw clenched slightly as I lowered my wrist, forcing my facial expression to remain neutral as another guest passed by me with a polite smile I didn’t bother returning. Most of the people here either feared me for my reputation or understood from painfull lessons that double crossing me isn't on the option either. So their smiles were fake, and I was fine not returning any one of them. My mind drifter to Elon again, this was supposed to be simple.In and out.Five minutes. Ten at most.Get the item. Leave. Instead a whole thirty minutes had gone by. My gaze shifted subtly toward the staircase leading to the second floor.Nothing.No movement.Not a single sign of him.A slow irritation curled in my ch

Damsel in Distress

Elon’s POV I swallowed hard. The sound felt too loud in the silence.The guard took another step closer.His eyes were sharp now—no longer distracted, no longer amused. Suspicion had settled in, heavy and dangerous. “I asked you a question,” he said, voice hard. “What are you doing here?” Think.Think.I let my expression crumble just enough—confusion, fear, uncertainty. A lost woman. “I—I think I might have missed my way,” I said softly, my voice trembling just right. “The restroom downstairs was crowded and someone told me there was another one up here and I just—” He didn’t buy it.I could see it in his eyes.His hand moved toward his radio.“Stay right there.”

Mission Compromised 2

Fort’s POV The moment the lights went out, something in me shifted. It was the knowledge that something or someone a lot more dangerous than we can assume, wanted that package desperate enough to play dirty. An emotion tumbled in my stomach at the the thought It wasn’t fear. I didn’t do fear.It was pure intuition sharpened by instinct—the kind that had kept me alive long before I had the power I carried now. I grabbed unto the railing, pulling my phone to use as light, other guests were already letting themselves out as candles were being lit, to brighten the ballroom. The perfect distraction I needed. Where the hell was Elon? My mind rang again, reminding me just how screwed whatever was going on was.I forced myself to ignore it. The mission came first. The package mattered. Everythin

The beginning of the worse .

Elon’s POVMy mind wouldn’t slow down.That wasn’t normal.That wasn’t coincidence.Someone had planned that.Someone had known exactly where I was, exactly what I was doing, and exactly when to strike.And worst of all… they had succeeded.I clenched my hands together in my lap, still sitting in the car, still trying to steady my breathing.The package was gone.Stolen right out from under me, and the traitor had no issues strangling a random person—because he had no idea who I was, but he somehow knew I had the package.Something he'd only know if he had been watching for a long time.My mind circulated with several more theories and each one just threw a resounding question back at me.Beside me, Fort had just ended the call with Dimitri, his expression carved from stone, his presence filling the car with something heavy and suffocating.“You’re just getting started,” he had said.The words echoed in my head.Getting started.If this was just the beginning… then what the hell had I

The beginning of the worse 2

Elon’s POV They didn’t take me far.Just down a corridor, through a side passage, and into a room that felt like it had never seen daylight. The moment the door slammed shut behind us, Everything narrowed into something dark and suffocating. A single light flickered just enough to make everything feel unstable.They shoved me down into the chair.Hard.Pain shot up my spine as I landed, my hands gripping the edges to steady myself before they could see how much it hurt. “Sit still,” one of them barked.I didn’t respond. Just took in deep breaths Like I’d done a hundred times before.But this wasn’t like before.This wasn’t some drunk man in a hotel room.This wasn’t a con I could walk away from.These were trained me

For the sake of a weakness.

Fort’s POVI stayed motionless for a long moment as the doctor patched me up, the sting of the needle and the warmth of the antiseptic barely registering. I couldn't even focus on the pain, not when my mind was on everything else. Dimitri had arrived exactly fifteen minutes after Elon made the call and was dragged away, I know because I counted every painful second it took not to put a gun through their heads.As soon as Dimitri arrived I briefed him on everything that happened, while the doctor patched me up.He was smart enough to bring the doctor as backup too. One of the reasons he was my second.“What’s next, boss?” he asked, voice low, as the doctor sewed up the last stitch.“You need to rest a bit so your stitches heal,” the doctor said, adjusting the final suture.“Bullshit,” I growled, cutting him off. I stood to my feet feeling the ache of the wound in my shoulder and chest, sharp and insistent. I recocked my gun, the familiar weight comforting against my palm. Dimitri fol

Too late to turn back

Fort’s POVI stayed motionless for a long moment as the doctor patched me up, the sting of the needle and the warmth of the antiseptic barely registering. My mind wasn’t on the pain. My mind was on everything else. Dimitri had arrived fifteen minutes later, his expression tight, alert, calculating—always calculating, like he could already see ten moves ahead.“What’s next, boss?” he asked, voice low, almost deferential.“You need to rest a bit so your stitches heal,” the doctor said, adjusting the final suture.“Bullshit,” I growled, cutting him off. I swung my legs over the table edge, feeling the ache of the wound in my shoulder, sharp and insistent. Standing wasn’t optional. Breathing, yes; resting, no. I recocked my gun, the familiar weight comforting against my palm. Dimitri followed, silent but poised, the way he always was when the blood started to rise in me.&n

The First Impression

Elon's POV "Julian," Chen called all of a sudden, his voice very smooth, but yet cautious. "News reached me that you've been traveling quite a bit this days. From London to Paris...and at this rate, I imagine the jet lag must really be...""Very terrible," I interrupted, finishing for him with a small exaggerated sigh, comfortabley swirling my champagne with one hand. "Though, I have always thought that jet lag is just a polite excuse to tolerate bad manners. You're by all means supposed to land somewhere, meet new faces, or old ones, smile, though it might be all pretence, but in all, you should convince them that you belong. And for me? I end up getting jet lagged while pretending." This made Chen to raise an eyebrow, half smile carefully tugged at the corner of his lips."I see. So, you belong to the group that likes to.. perform?" "Well, that only happens when the stakes are interesting," I replied, leaning slightly to to him. "Otherwise, life would end up being dull. Don't yo

A Game or a Test?

Elon's POV "I've heard through reliable sources that you have informations that I might find valuable in your possession. But if you must know, I don't ask for free...I offer entertainment in exchange for whatever you might be offering..."The moment I said that, Chen's eyes narrowed sharply, this time, like a paranoia. He quickly glanced around, before leaning closer to me. "What kind of information are you talking about?" "Well, it's the kind that keeps you ahead," I replied smoothly, carefully letting a playful smirk tug at the corner of my lips. "Supplier chains, to shipment routes...or you can consider it the sort of detail only made available for someone who isn't afraid to bend a few rules." I watched as his hand twitched slightly, moving toward his pocket, inside his suit. My pulse became alerted, and this wasn't because I was scared, but danger has a way of making everything sharper, and brighter. "I don't have the habit of giving my secrets to strangers," he said rather

Threats

"So, what about you tell me, Julian," Chen started, his tone coming off a bit smooth and sharper now than before. "What exactly do you invest in?" I smiled faintly, but with a deliberate move, carefully swirling the champagne in my hand, more like the answer just and of bored me. "Well, it depends on the season." Chen didn't smile back, or dude didn't find it funny. "The season?" "Mmm," I took a slow sip, a way of buying myself a second to think properly. "Oil when the world kind of feels unstable. Then again is Tech, which is only when people pretend things are getting better. Then, I consider Art when I want to hide money in something pretty." His gaze remained intact, not wavering even for a second. "Specifics," Of course, that's what it's all about. I carefully let out a soft chuckle. "You are not very subtle, or are you?" "And, you're carefully avoiding the question." I tilted my head, but slowly studying him to ascertain if he was worth the effort. "Fine. But it would be

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