Novel & Cerita A Dangerous Man Novel

But nothing was more dangerous than a person who look you in your eyes and lie to you every single day. But dread pooled through me, as I heard the skid of a car, pull to the curb, sleek black and all too familiar. “I didn’t drop anything, and the same trick won’t-“ my words dried up as the car door swung open, the man who had told me had dropped something closed in on me. “What are you doing?” Nothing, I had nothing to defend myself. The car opened, and Niklaus Artymov stepped out, one hand going to fasten the button on his deep navy suit, “Get in the car Drea.”

That only confirms that something's not right. I'm no detective but I could sure as hell smell something fishy. I mostly feared I could be in some kind of danger. Once again, my thoughts started to creep back in. Throwing questions I myself had no answers to at me. One thing I know is, that man might be dangerous. No, scrap that. He definitely is dangerous. His gun and how he puts it to use is more than enough proof. Although I may not be sure of anything at all at the moment but one thing I am definitely sure of is that I didn't wanna remain here.

As I eavesdropped, i felt a cold knife pressed against my neck. "You know Lucas won't care if i slit your throat now?" A blue-eyed blonde man threatened me. "Who are you?" I managed to ask. "I'm offended that you don't know me. You might just end up like him," he threatened, revealing a lifeless man on the ground. "Lucas, give me the green light," he said, drawing Lucas's attention. "You didn't tell me your wife was so hot," he commented, diverting Lucas's focus. It was a brief moment before he bent down, searching through the man's pockets.

I pulled my knees up and hugged them, I closed my eyes trying so bad not to think of the dead men on my floor or of the one man who came into my life two months ago and turned it upside down. First, those who followed us in the car and now this. I didn't need him to say it out loud, it was more than obvious to which world Nikolas belongs. The way he masterfully killed them, the way he fought the guy and snapped his neck without even flinching, how easy it was on him to take a life away. Multiple lives. It definitely wasn't his first and I am sure, it won't be his last. This man is beyond dangerous. I wasn't just playing with fire with him, no, now that I realized, he is the fire himself.

There is a flash of pain in his expression as he imagines me such a fate befalling me. "They won't," I breathe. "Relm is going to kill me in a week if we don't pull this off." He winces. "Come here." He pulls me in close, kissing my forehead. The feeling of his arms around me, of his body pressed against mine chases away my worries. Nothing can hurt me when I am mated to this man. "This Demon will be dangerous and vengeful. You need to be prepared to meet someone absolutely terrifying," he breathes in my hair.

" and why not?" "because it's not safe." "yeah and leaving me alone on the streets at age 13 was safe. I'm 21 now. I have trained my entire life. I think it's safe enough for someone like me." "no" "why??" "just because." "just because why?" "because I don't trust you" "you couldn't find a dumber reason." "your so stubborn" "I learned from the best, aka you" "your not joining"

Her whole body was trembling and it was hard to stop it. Whoever the man is, he is dangerous. His dark eyes promised eternal misery and suffering. As though one mistake could cost her her life. How is she going to get out of this place? How is she going to run away from this dangerous man in front of her? The man's fingers were still holding her chin, his eyes penetrating her soul. She thought she could die from just being near him but she was surprised when the man squeezed her chin gently before he let out a smile.

The scent of Terre D'Hermes emanating from his body added to the conviction that this man was really the one who kissed me in front of the elevator earlier. The realization woke me up. Suddenly, the atmosphere around us was noisy as a woman received the misdirected bullet. The man quickly stood, searching for the shooter, slipping on the sunglasses he’d dropped. Things got noisier as the two of them clashed guns. Wait, this charming man was also playing with a gun? People screeched as the sound of explosions came from their weapons. Some ran for their lives and others hid wherever they felt strong enough. “Get down!” he yelled at me. The Baldy was still attacking us. The handsome man picked

“The emotional walls.” “You’re asking questions that could place you in danger.” “I’m already in danger.” He didn’t answer. Because again… she was right. Amara leaned forward slightly. “That man was bleeding.” “He deserved worse.” The quiet coldness in his voice sent chills down her spine. “You sound very sure about that.” “I am.” “Who was he?” Damien stared at her silently for several seconds. Then: “A man connected to terrible people.” “That sounds vague on purpose.” “It is.”

“I’m someone who owns a gun. Now, I’m going to let you go, and as soon as I do, I want you to leave this dance floor and never look back.” The guy looks at Sophia for a moment, then back at me and nods his head. “Okay.” He says with a meek voice. The thing about some men is that they can tell when someone dangerous is in their midst. It’s like an instinctual male thing. They understand who not to fuck with. And I can tell by the sweat gathering in the male’s forehead and the dilation of his eyes that he understands that I’m someone who he doesn’t want to fuck with. Lowering him down to the floor, I back away, wait for him to rub his chest and walks away.