All Chapters of DANGEROUS LOVE : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Elison's office was quiet except for the low hum of the city beyond the window, dusk settling purple over the skyline while he sat rigid behind his desk, fingers steepled beneath his chin."Why didn't you tell me earlier?" *He sat on his chair, posture stiff, patience worn thin.*"Well," Azhael said, leaning against the doorframe with a glass of something dark in hand, "I also just came to know.""After how many years?""Around five, six."Elison's jaw tightened. "He's been hiding for a while now... finally made his appearance." His fingers drummed once against the desk, slow and deliberate. "Any further information about him?""No." Azhael's usual easy air had gone entirely serious, the glass in his hand forgotten. "Looks like he's planning something, since he hasn't made a move yet. We need to be careful."Elison's eyes narrowed. "So he's the one who attacked on the wedding day?""Seems like it.""Hmm..." Elison leaned back, jaw working through the implications. "What about the drug

The room smelled of cheap cologne and worse decisions.Elison Floris sat with his legs crossed, one arm draped along the back of the leather sofa, watching Moras sweat through his collar. Snow fell outside the tall windows, catching the neon glow of the street below and turning it the color of old bruises. Elison liked the snow. It made everything quieter, and quiet was where he did his best work."So," he said, voice smooth as poured ice, "how much money did you make, Mr. Moras?" He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, letting the silence stretch until it ached.Moras shifted in his chair. He was a big man, broad through the shoulders, but broad meant nothing in a room like this. "We... can half... it," he said, and the words came out wrong, too fast, slicked with sweat."Hmm." Elison tilted his head, considering the offer the way one considers a stain on an otherwise clean shirt. "I don't like sharing.""Mr. Floris, you can't do this." Moras's voice cracked, desperation bleeding thr

*Warning: this chapter contains scenes of violence. Reader discretion advised.*"Go get the missing ball, my little brother," Heinz said, leaning against the pool table with the lazy amusement of a man who already knew how the evening would end.Elison smirked. Without a word he crossed the room and sat down directly across from the man they'd been keeping waiting—Moras, still bound to the chair, still sweating through the collar of his shirt."Told you we'd meet again very soon," Elison said, tilting his head with a smile that didn't reach his eyes.Moras's voice cracked when it finally came. "What... do you... want?""Didn't you just hear me?" Elison gestured vaguely toward the pool table behind him, as if this were the most reasonable conversation in the world. "I really want to play pool with my brother. But sadly, we seem to be missing a ball." His gaze slid back to Moras, deliberate, unhurried. "We need your eyeball."Moras began shaking violently, sweat sliding down his temple,

Still in the abandoned building, Elison lingered a moment longer than he needed to, watching the dust drift through slats of broken light."Boss, should we leave?" his bodyguard asked, hovering near the door."Ye—" His phone rang before he could finish the word. "You can go. Leave my car."The bodyguard nodded and left without further question.Elison lit a cigarette, letting the smoke curl lazily upward before he finally picked up the call."Where are you?" Lance's voice came through immediately, tight with worry. "You haven't picked up any of my calls. Do you have any idea how scared I was? Are you okay?""I wa—" Elison started, then went still, cigarette forgotten between his fingers. Something had moved."...Hello?" Lance's voice cut through the silence again, uncertain now."I will call you back." Elison hung up without waiting for a response."Wh—" was all Lance managed to get out before the call cut dead."Who's there?" Elison's tone had gone glacial, gun already pulled from it

The silence between them had teeth.Lance Ivory sat curled at the edge of the couch, arms wrapped around his knees, watching Elison from beneath lowered lashes. He hadn't meant to look so wounded. He hadn't meant to let the tears build the way they had, hot and unbidden, blurring the low lamplight into a wash of gold. But three days of unanswered calls, three days of silence swallowing every text he'd sent, had worn something raw in his chest, and now that Elison was finally here — finally *present* — Lance found he couldn't hide it anymore."...sorry," Elison murmured, the word dragged out of him like something reluctant.Lance lifted his gaze. His eyes were glassy, rimmed red, and when they met Elison's, something in the other man's expression cracked."...why are you ignoring me?" Lance asked, voice small.Elison didn't answer right away. He only stared — at the tears threatening to spill, at the way Lance's mouth trembled around the question — and something in him seemed to war wi