Alle Kapitel von Dangerous: Kapitel 11 – Kapitel 20

Money flung onto the counter, the grizzly man grunting as he snatched his Budweiser. Zoe was thankful for the bar between them. Something had gone awry for him tonight and he was clearly itching for a fight. Tossing the cash into the till, she tilted her head to the next customer. “What can I get you?”“Scotch neat, please.”The din around her ceased, her heartbeat clanging loudly in her ears as the hoarse voice penetrated through the silence.A month.It had been an entire month since Zoe had seen Jon. A month since she had learned of his profession and told him to leave. He’d been absent from the club, lulling Zoe into a false sense of security, a slight hope that she wouldn’t have to face him growing larger every day he remained away. Glancing up at him, lit up beneath the dim light of the bar, she felt her breath catch in her throat. His customary confidence had faltered, an unfamiliar anxiousness washed over his stern features. Tipping out the liquid with shaky hands, she slid th

Swiping the damp cloth across the tacky tabletop, Zoe’s thoughts raced, her heart strumming as she allowed herself to relive the early morning she’d spent with Jon. It was the first quiet moment she’d had all night, and her mind was clearly a sucker for punishment. Her skin erupted in bumps at the memory of warm lips pressing against hers, the moment his mouth had hit the apex of her thighs, toned hips rolling into her over and over like waves crashing. Sienna’s voice hung in the air like a thick, black cloud. He kills people. Like a flash of lightning, Elizabeth’s naked body perforated her vision, gyrating aggressively against him, rough fingers tangling and tugging at her hair. Zoe’s stomach churned. And then there was Ayden. For four years, she had dreamed about the moment he’d show up at her door, to tell her he was back with his perfect smile and glimmering hazel eyes. There was no fierce beating of her heart at the sight of him though, her knees not weakening at his smile. She’d

The black BMW pulled into the driveway, unveiling the striking home in the bright headlights. A gasp cinched in her throat, eyes widening as she skimmed across the gray-bricked, double story home. It looked like it was ripped from the pages of Architectural Digest. Lush, forest green gardens surrounded the dark walnut porch that wrapped around the exterior of the house, black metal arcs lighting up as if on command as the car edged towards the white double garage door. It opened seamlessly with a tap of a button on the visor. Once the car was tucked inside, the door closed smoothly, meeting the polished concrete floor with a muted thud.Stepping from the car, she gawked at the ecru cupboards lining the walls of the garage, black granite benchtop encircling the perimeter. Three concrete steps led to a walnut door. Jon unlocked it, and stood aside, allowing Zoe to enter the home first. The vast, open space of his first floor was a far cry from her dingy, cramped apartment. Timber floor

Warm, golden streaks filtered through unshielded windows, the heavy curtains still drawn to the sides. Zoe winced, rubbing her sleepy eyes as she tried to remember how she’d ended up between the buttery sheets. Beside her, Jon was still asleep, deep, weighty breaths undulating his firm chest, the inked skin of his bicep curled around her waist. With her leg draped over his lower half, she shifted incrementally, propping herself on her elbow to study his peaceful face. Long, dark lashes brushed daintily against olive skin. A shadow of stubble stretched across his head, trailing down the sides of his face to outline his sculpted jawline. She gingerly swept her fingertips down the misshapen bridge of his nose.“It’s crooked,” he murmured, eyes still closed lazily. “I hate it.”Replacing her fingers with her lips, she planted a soft peck. “I think it’s hot,” she tutted. “Makes you look tough.”Dark eyes glanced up at her through cracked lids, a sleepy smile tugging at the corners of his

Ignoring the wolf whistles from behind her, Zoe concentrated on keeping the large tray of drinks precariously balancing on her arm upright. Distributing the foamy glasses between the scruffy men around the table, she narrowed her eyes toward Danny, his hand poised to slap her behind. “Don’t even think about it.”“Come on,” he laughed, thick Boston accent brash against the clamor. “It’s the only action I get all night.”“That’s pitiful,” Zoe grimaced, sliding his pint in front of him.A club regular, Danny was particularly friendly with Sienna. Zoe couldn’t pinpoint what it was about him Sienna entertained but considering where she’d been spending the last three weeks; she was no longer one to judge. A petty thief, Danny was hardly a concern. With messy brown hair and crooked teeth hidden behind thin lips, he let out a cheeky laugh. “So that’s a yes?”“That’s a definite no,” Zoe snorted, shielding her rear with the tray as she retreated behind the bar. She scooped up a fresh glass, che