A Dangerous Business Novels & Stories

Aurora asked casually. Darius sat beside her. “Probably.” Aurora let out an exaggerated sigh. “I can already imagine the headlines.” Darius raised an eyebrow. Aurora immediately read one imaginary headline in a formal tone. “The most dangerous business couple officially unites.” Darius laughed softly. “Dangerous?” Aurora pointed at herself and then at him. “Two giant companies. Two stubborn people.” She slowly leaned back. “We do sound pretty terrifying.” Darius watched Aurora for several seconds longer.

(I can't believe you right now. "Lorenzo, este negocio es peligroso. Trabajará con algunas de las personas más respetadas y peligrosas. Incluso puedes trabajar con tus enemigos. Habrá momentos en los que arriesgará su vida. El único consejo que puedo darte es que seas prudente y siempre en guardia." (Lorenzo, this business is dangerous. You will work with some of the most respected and dangerous people. You may even work with your enemies. There will be times when you put your life on the line. The only advice I can give you is to be cautious and always on guard.)

her mother said "I see, but you have other business you can do, so why do you embark on dangerous one because I can remember that the gains generated from the school along with the manufacturing companies you have can take care of us, so you can do away with the so called important business trip" Linda said Linda father wanted to reply but he was held off by his wife hand gestures "You don't really understand the reason why we do this, many great contracts from the government and other countries are included in the business and so many others desperate businesses competitors will do everything to have it so that's why it is very dangerous"

I whimper, “Dad, what do you mean?” “I don’t want to go into detail. The less you know, the better. I got into business with the wrong people, bad people. In doing so, I have put you, myself and the business in danger. I need to disappear until I can find a way to fix things.” “I will come with you. Why can’t you tell me what is going on?” I whisper, the tears rolling down my cheeks. “Sweetie, please, don’t cry. It is better that you don’t know. You can’t come with me, it isn’t safe.”

His voice startled me. I swallowed. “I’m just trying to figure you out.” “Nothing to figure out. What you heard about the mafia is all true. I’m dangerous— lethal. We’re dangerous. Our line of business is dangerous. We killed people who betrayed our organization, who crossed the line, who hurt the people we loved. That’s why I don’t get myself involved with anyone, because it’s a liability I can’t afford. I don’t want anyone to get hurt because of me, because of what I do for a living.”

"Duh! This is a freaking big city. You can see all kinds of people here. Criminals work like businessmens, you know. They want to expand their business and connections because that means they will have more money to earn." "Then, why aren't you quitting your job yet? That place is dangerous for you. Police won't probably notice that kind of thing, but how about those people's competitors. What if a bloody war happens between these people thirsty for power and money?" I sounded worried, and I am really worried. "We have protections. Our boss made sure that we are safe from the dark businesses of our customers. As long as we don't get ourselves involved, we are safe and sound." She replied as

"God, you're terrifying." "I learned from the best." We sat in silence for a moment. Then Damian leaned forward, elbows on his knees. "I need to tell you something. And you're not going to like it." "I never like anything you say." "Julian wasn't lying about one thing." He paused. "I am dangerous. I have done things—things that would put me in prison for life if anyone found out. I didn't become a billionaire by being nice, Elara. I became one by being ruthless."

he asks, his tone shifting slightly. I tilt my head, my amusement fading. "Is there a problem?" His expression hardens. "These people are dangerous. Murderers, drug dealers. Why would you—" I cut him off, my voice sharp. "And yet, here you are. I don’t recall you mentioning any underworld connections in our business meetings. Isn’t it ironic?" His eyes darken slightly. "Is that why you were so sure that partnering with my company was a guaranteed success?" "Does it matter?" I counter, crossing my arms.

Dangerous. “We give him exactly what he wants.”

Celeste leaned against the table slightly. “It’s not much,” she said. “But it’s… suggestive.” “It’s enough,” Cheryl replied. Her gaze sharpened. “Especially when people already want something to talk about.” She took a slow sip of her wine. Then set the glass down. Deliberately. “Let’s give them a story.” Back at the café, I had no idea that something so small So ordinary Had just been turned into something else entirely. Something dangerous.