All Chapters of Dangerous: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Newport’s cityscape blurred by in the windows, the air inside the car was thick with silence, although it wasn’t empty. It was filled with uncertainty, panic and words discarded before they reached the tongue. Jon grasped her hand beneath his, holding it against the stick as he smoothly shifted gears. His palm was clammy, thumb lifting to pick at a callous on his finger. The estimated time of arrival displayed on the map lighting up the car screen had started at an hour and twenty-one minutes, the number rapidly dwindling with every mile Jon put behind them with a press of his foot on the pedal.Zoe wanted to speak – the absence of sound growing unbearable – but she didn’t know what to say. Dark glasses covered Jon’s eyes, but the way he gnawed the inside of his cheek told Zoe he was feeling just as anxious as she was. Instead, she opted to study the shape of his face, the crooked bulge on his nose, the way his top lip dipped together to meet in the center. The longer she stared, the

The hinges of the office door creaked as it swung open, the shaggy-haired man startled by the unnerving grin plastered on the delicate features of the blonde before him. She sunk into the desk chair, resting her feet on the ash wood desk victoriously.“You seem… chipper,” he chuckled cautiously, tongue resting between crooked teeth. Her moods changed from angry to downright irate when he came to Jon Moretti – he couldn’t remembered the last time he’d seen her smile a real smile.“It worked,” she beamed, spreading her elbows behind her head as she leaned back into the chair. “The failed abduction worked.”“It also took out two of our guys. Markus is in hospital with a pretty serious head injury, Alexis.” Beady eyes dipped to the floor as anger flashed across her face. “I-I’m glad it worked though.”“If Markus,” she spat his name from behind curled lips, “had any common sense, he would’ve waited until Moretti was on the other side of the fucking car, not when she was on top of him. I ho

Stiff in the armchair, dark eyes watched Booker mosey across the less than crowded floor. He stood upright, knuckles cracking beneath his rough palms as he let out a sharp exhale, waiting for the old man to join him in the shadows. “You spoke to her?” he murmured. “She’s okay?”Booker released a drawn out wheeze, the exertion of his short trek evident. “She’s fine. Worried ‘bout ya, but fine. You’re a lucky man, my boy.”“You’re telling me,” Jon agreed, rubbing his weary face. “Can’t say the same thing for her though.” Narrowed eyes honed in on the brunette behind the bar, an agitated growl burbling in his throat, hatred roiling in his stomach. “Especially not after tonight.”“If you’re goin’a go through with this, kid, ya gotta wipe that look off yer face.”“I’m fucking trying,” Jon muttered, teeth clenching in his set jaw as Elizabeth glanced toward him, a smirk dancing on her over-lined lips. “Alright,” he sucked in a deep breath. “Let’s get this over with. Do you need me to go ove

Four days.It had been four long, torturous days since Zoe had last heard from Jon. He’d called, late at night and almost incoherent. She’d been so frightened, so worried something had happened to him or was about to. He’d sworn he was okay, but the off kilter way he spoke, the emotion quivering his hoarse voice, had led her to believe otherwise. He promised he’d be with her soon but that they needed to lay low for a few days, to ensure everything had gone according to plan. Zoe had agreed, although she knew she wasn’t in a position to argue. Disconnecting the call, she had somehow felt worse than before she picked up the unknown number. The only small comfort it provided was knowing Jon was safe and that she would see him sooner, rather than later.Now, however, strew across her bed, half-enveloped in the sage sheets, the comfort had well and truly dissipated. The sun rose slowly, a golden inchworm crawling its way up into the powder blue skin, its rays stretching across the dew-ridd

Sitting through dinner had been agonizing. Victoria had seized every opportunity to wrap her bony fingers around Jon’s biceps, leaving him staring awkwardly at his plate. Zoe had kicked him beneath the table, her cheeks flushed as she realized she’d missed her intended target. Finally drawing Evan’s attention, she’d narrowed her gaze, a subtle warning that she was about to say something. As a restrained his infatuated girlfriend, Zoe’s father had begun the tiresome process of peppering Jon with questions, through every bite of his dinner. He clearly disapproved of Jon’s made-up occupation, asking how he’d see himself progressing in his career and how he planned on providing for Zoe in the future. Zoe had groaned, reminding her father there were some women, herself included, that wanted to work these days. Jon attempted to lessen Stanley’s disdain, informing him about his interest in property development, and how one day, down the track, perhaps he’d focus on that full time. This subje