All Chapters of DANGEROUS LOVE : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

"Some people are about to attack this place," Mateo said again, breathless, the words landing heavier the second time.Adira's expression sharpened instantly, all traces of wedding-day warmth vanishing beneath something colder, more practiced. "....Elison. Take Lance away.""But Mom, what about yo—" Elison started."Son," Megat cut in, already moving, "we'll take care of it. Take Lance to your house — that's the safest place right now."Elison nodded once, jaw tight. "I'll be back soon."Across the courtyard, Ivan had already drawn his weapon, calm and precise in a way that suggested this wasn't the first crisis he'd handled at short notice. "Honey," he said to Eira, "take everyone out."Eira nodded, already moving to gather the rest of the wedding party."Let's do this," Ivan said, checking the gun with practiced hands.Elison didn't wait for further instruction. He crossed the courtyard in quick strides, finding Lance still near the reception tables, confusion written plainly across

Morning came softly through the tall windows, gilding the room in pale gold. Lance woke slowly, blinking against the light, and for a moment he simply lay still, taking in the unfamiliar ceiling, the weight of an unfamiliar blanket — and then the very familiar warmth beside him.Elison was still asleep, dark hair falling loose across his forehead, his features unguarded in a way they never were awake. Lance's chest did something strange and fluttering at the sight of it. Without quite deciding to, he lifted his hand and let his fingers brush, feather-light, along the line of Elison's jaw.Elison shifted, turning his face toward the other side of the pillow with a low, sleep-heavy sound.*Fuck. I will be dead if he wakes up.*Lance eased himself off the bed with the care of someone defusing a bomb, and slipped out of the room without a sound, his heart hammering the whole way down the hall.Behind him, the door had barely clicked shut before Elison's eyes opened.He lay there a moment

The room was dark, lit only by the pale glow of a single screen, and the man pacing in front of it had the kind of stillness in his shoulders that came right before violence — coiled, patient, waiting for permission to break."....Boss," the voice on the other end said carefully, each word chosen like it might be the last one he ever got to say, "the person Mr. Lance is married to is..... Mr. Elison Floris."Silence swallowed the room whole."*FLORIS??*" The word tore out of him, sharp enough to leave the air ringing."*Trembles*... yes, boss..."What happened next took less than a second. The table went over with a single vicious kick, glass shattering against the floor in a bright, scattering crash. "DAMN IT. HOW THE FUCK DID HE GET TO FLORIS."The voice on the other end didn't answer right away, clearly weighing which was more dangerous — silence, or the truth. In the end, the truth won out, delivered as gently as such a thing could be. "It looks like... Mrs. Floris is close to Mrs

The garden behind the Floris estate was nothing like Lance had expected from a house that looked like it belonged in a gothic painting — trellises heavy with climbing roses, a stone path winding between hedges trimmed with obsessive precision, the whole space lit soft and gold by lanterns strung overhead. Quinn had dragged him out here the moment dinner conversation had lulled, insisting she hadn't gotten a proper chance to talk to him yet."Remember me, brother-in-law?" she asked, dropping onto the bench beside him with theatrical flair."Of course I do." Lance smiled. "You are the only sibling I have known.""*Flips her hair.*" "And I'm the prettiest.""Ohh, look at you.""*Giggle.*" Quinn's grin softened into something more genuine. "Joke aside... is brother treating you good?""*Nods.*" "Yeah."She studied him a moment longer than the question really required, something calculating flickering behind her dark eyes before she let it go.Lance, riding the small high of the compliment

"I heard something," Quinn said, pausing mid-step in the hallway, head tilting toward her brother's bedroom door."Wait, let me listen too," Heinz said, already crossing the hall to press his ear flat against the wood.Inside the room, entirely unaware of the audience gathering just beyond the door, Lance shifted awkwardly on his feet and misjudged the distance to the bedside table. His knee collided with the hard wooden edge, and he let out a sharp, pained yelp. "Ahh~"Elison was at his side in an instant, all concern and no hesitation. "Are you okay?" he asked, already moving toward him."It hurts," Lance whimpered, clutching at his knee, eyes watering slightly from the sting of it."Come here," Elison said gently, guiding him down to sit on the edge of the bed. "Tell me if it hurts more." He crouched down and began carefully massaging the injured knee, thumbs working in slow, careful circles."Ahh~ slow downn~" Lance groaned, wincing as Elison's fingers pressed into a particularly