All Chapters of Dangerous: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

A metallic tang filled Zoe’s mouth, her tongue bitten to hold back a sarcastic retort. Gazing up at her former friend, Zoe wondered just how many signs she’d missed. The woman before her had all the features of kind, cautious Sienna but the moment her mouth opened, it was like her entire body was possessed by the devil – a feminine shell oozing pure evil. If Zoe had been so blind to miss who her friend truly was, what was the likelihood she’d misread Jon?“You’ve worked at the club for five years,” Zoe murmured. “Why didn’t you take him out at any point during that time? Why go after the girls his with?”“What was I supposed to do, Zoe? Shoot him at the fucking table?” she barked, clearly infuriated by Zoe’s intrusive line of questioning. In an instant though, her face had snapped back to cool, calm and collected, the transition prickling Zoe’s skin. “It’s a lot to process, I know. How about I give you some time to think about it? Say twenty-four hours?” She swooped forward, looping h

The GPS chimed, alerting Jon that he’d arrived. Swerving into entrance, Jon stared around at the monstrous parking garage. The motherfucker had given him the wrong address. His knuckles whitened, clenching the steering wheel as he seethed. The old fool’s stammering run in his ears, drumming louder than his burning heartbeat. Underground. Maneuvering the car through the parking gates, Jon weaved through the levels, descending lower and lower until he reached the very bottom. There was nowhere else for him to go. Parking in an empty bay, he turned the light on his phone and slipped his gun and blade into his pocket, creeping along the outskirts of the blackened lot.There was nothing.No suspicious doors, no unnecessary stairwells, nothing. Bitten nails scraped against the concrete walls, heavy boots kicking against the edges of the floors in sheer desperation.Zoe’s face appeared in his mind, large blue eyes filled with fear and dread.

Terror etched itself in every line, every dimple of Zoe’s face as her navy eyes flashed towards him. The lift squealed as it lowered, clanging at the bottom for a moment before the doors slid open with a metallic wail. Sharp fingernails clenched into the skin of his arm. “They’re going to kill you, Jon. Why didn’t you stay away?”She was petrified. He could feel the clamminess of her palms against his forearms, and as he swept her behind his broad back, he could feel the accelerated thumping of her heart. He hated feeling powerless, and right now, he felt fucking incapacitated. Protecting Zoe would be fucking impossible once he’d been gunned down. Thrusting his hand into his pocket, he wrapped his fingers around his gun, preparing to shoot the newest leader of the Polanski family on sight.Shoes clipping against the concrete sent his heart racing, the feeling of Zoe’s fingers digging into his muscles keeping him grounded in rea

Booker’s car swerved to the curb with a screech, scrutinizing Danielle’s bloodied face skeptically as she slid into the front seat. Knobbled fingers clutched the gun in his lap, as if preempting a sneak attack. Jon clambered into the back, cradling Zoe’s head in his lap.“She’s good,” Jon snapped, teeth clenching as he noticed the old man’s hesitation. “Fucking drive.”As the car skidded into gear, red-stained eyes traveled back to Zoe. He brushed chocolate waves away from her dark lashes, cautiously softening the harsh furrow of her brow. Salty tears continued to stream from shadowed eyes, his head dipping to kiss her clammy forehead. He had no idea how he had let this happen, no idea how he had managed to fail her so fucking badly. Blood smeared over her stomach, his messy attempt to stem the bleeding. His heart sank watching her eyes squeezing shut, agony marring the beautiful features of her face. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. She had made him feel alive for the first tim

“Ugh, this tastes like ass.”A husky laugh echoed through the quiet room. “It’s not that bad, man.”Heavy lids covered her eyes. Zoe strained to decipher the fuzzy voices echoing in her ears. Her throat was raw and dry as she struggled to swallow. Dull pain ached at the back of her head and her abdomen and as she twitched her arm, she felt the weakness coursing through her muscles.“This is honestly the worst fucking coffee I’ve ever tasted. How can you say it’s not that bad?”Evan.Straining against the heaviness of her eyelids, Zoe cracked open her eyes. The light streaming in from the window, as well as the harsh fluorescents overhead, stung, a coarse grittiness burying itself against her sclera almost forcing them closed again. Disoriented, she squinted, lifting a weary arm to shield her eyes. A pinching pain shot across the back of her hand causing a weak squeak to escape her. A shuffle of footsteps resounded beside her before concerned, brown eyes stared down at her.“Thank fuck