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"After eight months of making you all see this my way, you still doubt it? I thought we were just coming here to finalize not–" “You move product through ports that attract heat," Mateo cut me off, pulling the cigar from between his lips. "We don’t need that kind of attention.” “You already have it,” I replied coolly. “You’re just pretending you don’t.” Daniel scoffed, his fingers tapping on the table with impatience. “You’re younger. Ambitious. You're no new person to us, Enricho. You're a dangerous man. Why should we bind ourselves to someone who might drag us into wars we didn’t start?”

Jesse laughed. Who knew our little warlock was also an amateur safe cracker? I watched as he spun the handle and sure enough, the door opened. I let go of a long held breath. Everyone gathered around and we all began digging into it. Good thing about having rich as fuck best friends? Don’t have to worry about anyone stealing. I’d hear their thoughts if they did anyhow. Alice took numerous stacks of cash and some jewelry and put it in a small basket. Dough took some documents to look through. Troy took some bars of gold and gawked at them.

Daniel argues with me about uni every day that it’s unsafe for me to go as he fears that the Hemmings won’t rest until I’m dead and buried and he won’t let that happen to me and our unborn baby. I’ve tried so hard to reassure him that we’ll both be fine but there’s always that nagging feeling in the back of my head that we aren’t safe even though they are in intensive care there’s always that chance that there will be trouble brewing. Unfortunately for me Daniel has disagreed with me to take a gun having no idea I know how to use one. It’s so small no one notices it I’m surprised the metal detectors don’t go off but they don’t.

He was clenching his jaw, his knuckles white as he gripped his glass. He was losing control. And that made him dangerous. "Do you think he will do something?" I whispered, my eyes never leaving Lucas's. "I don't know," Damian said, following my gaze. "But we need to be careful. Cornered animals are the most dangerous." "He's not just cornered," I said. "He's rabid." "Then we put him down," Damian said, his tone cold and final. He spun me around, and I was facing him again. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against my ear.

“But in times like this, we’ve got to be extra cautious because the person we’re dealing with is dangerous.” “You don’t have to argue about this B,” Richard chipped in. “You will get your revenge. You will hurt him back, twice as much as he did to you. We will make sure of that. But right now, we care too much about your safety for you to get involved. Okay?” He reassured with a soft tone.

🌹 Damien 🌹 The underground safehouse was dimly lit, the harsh fluorescent lights flickering intermittently as the team settled into a rare moment of calm. The air was thick with exhaustion, the weight of their near-constant battle settling heavily on each member of the group. Damien leaned against a table, eyes closed, taking in the muffled sounds of distant gunfire and the steady hum of the bunker’s generators. It had been a long day—too long. The chaos of the mission still lingered in his mind, but for the first time in days, the team had found a brief window to breathe. They were alive. For now, that was enough.

Just held the stare until Dante looked away. Then Dante shifted his eyes to me. Leaned back a little in his chair. “Your medical school stuff won’t defend you when there’s a bomb going off or gunshots ringing in your ears. Books and screens don’t stop bullets.” I met his gaze straight. “You said this place is safe.” He gave a small shake of his head. “I never said completely safe. Nowhere is really safe. Not for people like us. Not for you now that you’re here.”

Like this was a regular Tuesday for him. He turned and started walking toward the car. And that's when Ella's words came back to haunt me. "Damon is dangerous." Oh God. Oh my God. What if he's not just dangerous in a "bad boy with a motorcycle" way? What if he's dangerous in a "makes people disappear" way?

Death is a tragedy, and I’ll do anything to stay alive. Are you ready for the last ride of your life? Six has a gun to your head—what would you do? This isn’t a love story. It’s a death story. Find out more here Check out the Trailer Breach Book 1 His body was sin, his cock was sin, and I was a sinner. To keep myself safe I hide in the world and let life move around me. My new partner, Nathan, isn’t safe. Far from it. The darkness coils around him, hidden by a shield created by a blinding smile. But those who live in shadows see past the façade we create.

He offered and handed his pill to me, bringing a bright smile to my face. "Thanks bro." I thanked him, and he winked, rushing out. That was how he saved me, but I knew it was only a matter of time before my secret would be exposed. This was a dangerous path to tread—the type that would bring disaster and death at the end. It was that type of romance that has no happy ending. I knew this, and I should stay away. The best option was to kill her and save myself from falling harder, but my powers are weak in front of her.