Novel & Cerita A Dangerous Man Novel

The never knowing what was real and what was him playing with her head. Dangerous and psychotic. Fucking Xavier. How the hell am she going to get rid of him? And to think she’d ran from Jax just to keep him out of her drama, and Jax shows up to Xavier’s island in a dress, ready to perform in the damn drama! She stormed into the bedroom and slammed the door closed. Crazy. My taste in men was crazy. Rich men especially. Money didn’t make people better. It just gave them more ways to be insane.

We turned. A man descended slowly—barefoot, dressed in a grey tank and matching joggers that hung loose on his lean frame. His hair was slicked back, not a strand out of place. His face was mature, but too smooth—like he lived in some eternal twilight between thirty and forty. Pretty-boy type. Polished. Dangerous. I hated him on sight. “If we’d barged in,” I said coldly, “you’d have felt it. Trust me.” Diego stepped in, voice even. “We knocked. The door opened.”

I’m sure that he can hear the hammering in my chest. I try to focus on something else, but all I can think about is the way his fingers feel against my skin, the way they glide up the hem of my short skirt. I nod. A dangerous mafia man who, for some reason, has an interest in me that goes way beyond normal is telling me that he’s not going to hurt me, and yet I believe him, despite how dangerous he is. The same man who walked into the hotel with a gun in his hands and blood on his shirt that wasn’t his.

There, the dancing flames cast an eerie, flickering shadow on the wall – the indistinct outline of a figure seated within. A man slinked into the room, his weight shifting nervously from foot to foot, no doubt uneasy. He was a short, unremarkable man, and something about him screamed untrustworthiness. His eyes, small and beady, darted around, and his mouth was framed by thin lips above a patchy, desperate attempt at a moustache. It was less a beard and more a collection of stray hairs that had lost their way. The man's name was Tim. He squinted, trying to see past the flames and shadows and discern the person sitting on the chair.

Danny pushed her into a seat in the foyer. “Stay there and shut up!” he ordered her, heading up to the desk to start the paperwork to book Brandi. Brandi sat, her hands cuffed behind her back still, looking desperately around the foyer, hoping to catch a glimpse of Tom or anyone she recognized. “What did they get you for?” asked a voice from behind her. “What?” Brandi asked, a little startled, she turned in her seat to see a rough looking man sitting beside her. He was dressed almost completely in denim and his arms were heavily tattooed. His head was shaven and he looked like a rather dangerous individual.

I jerked around so fast my breath caught in my throat. The man standing beside me looked like he'd walked straight off the cover of a magazine. Dark hair, slightly messy, like he'd been dragging his fingers through it all night and piercing grey eyes. He wore a black leather jacket over a dark polo, faded jeans, and somehow managed to make something so simple look unfairly attractive. I froze. Every muscle in my body locked up. For a second, my heartbeat drowned out everything else. Because of all the men in this goddamn room...The one holding my hand was Grey Brentwood.

“It's the least you owe me. Let's go.” I followed Nikolay's orders and left the building with him, heading towards his vehicle. I assumed we were going to his house. On the way, I thought about everything I had seen and experienced that day. I couldn't understand how a person could enjoy being immersed in such a dangerous world. Until I met Nikolay, I thought people were good, and society made them bad, but killing for pleasure seemed to me the most despicable and cowardly thing. Nikolay killed people; he was a dangerous man, and my brother and I were now under his control.

"Could he be dangerous?" He looked at her, his eyes taking in the black leggings she wore (they were easier on her bruised butt), leather boots and ribbed sweater. He picked up her left hand and toyed with the ring he'd placed on her finger. "In the right circumstances, he could be a very dangerous man. He was an enforcer in Russia, he would have a certain amount of blood on his hands. His raw emotions makes him even more dangerous." Jane's breath caught. Her husband was a very cooly confident man. Was he being too confident in his dealings with Petrov? Could the other man manage to somehow get to him? Jane shivered. "Do you think he's actually left?"

Those pictures were from one of the events that they had attended. "Woah! You know right how powerful and dangerous they are.." That guy said in shock as he knew very well who these people were and what their past was. "I know them very well." Noah said in a cold tone and was starting to get annoyed at this guy. “Alright, I'll help you but...what are you going to do after that?” That guy asked in a hesitant voice. He was curious to know why he was so keen on finding two of the richest people and also the most dangerous ones in the underworld.

"So, I took precautionary measures and sent my men over early this morning. They are on their way to transfer all of you to my private island. But please, Anna, don't go with anybody without speaking to me first. Once my men arrive, demand that you speak to me directly so I can confirm that you are in safe hands, alright?" Her voice quivered slightly as she responded, her uncertainty palpable. "Okay," she managed, her throat clearing as she swallowed her apprehension. "Okay. What about you? Are you also in danger?" I hesitated for a moment, knowing that the truth would only escalate her fears. I couldn't bear to burden her with the weight of my own vulnerability. "No, everything is fine over