Captain Danger Romane & Geschichten

So taking a risk at such a time will lead to death for them all. The 'Captain' is seen in a deep thought. They are not new to this field. They have been doing this for five years now. But they never stay anywhere longer than six months. So far they moved around ten states. They never steal from the same person twice. Rodriguez was the first. At first, they stole a second time because the money was good, and continued it because Rodriguez failed to find them. Now with the investment of Kai Deluca, even the Captain knows that they are out of their debths.

I asked. The captain raised a brow. “That information is classified.” “We’re not asking for the blueprints of your building,” I said. “Just his name.” Cole leaned in. “We won’t make a scene. We won’t cause trouble. This isn’t about anything dramatic. It’s about giving his daughter peace.” The captain looked at us like he was deciding if we were idiots or troublemakers—or both. Ryder added quietly, “Please.” Something in the captain’s face cracked—not sympathy, just tiredness.

“Yo, noticed how our captain has been spending more time on his phone, smiling.” They whistled in agreement. My body tightened, my hands freezing. “Probably a new chick,” another said, “his girlfriend doesn’t make him smile this much.” Another inched closer to him. “So who’s the new chick?” Zane knitted his brows. While I? I kept my eyes on my blank screen. The omega on their team flicked his gaze upward. “Or who's the new guy?” Across from them, my spine locked, my heart thumping.

"So far, no one has ever truly touched my heart, Captain. If you succeed, it will be very dangerous, because I never let go of what is mine." Evander fell silent. Then a lopsided grin spread across his lips. "That's my girl."

“I’m not exactly a sports person.” “You will be after tonight. The energy is addictive. Hawthorne versus Westfield is always brutal—especially because of the captains. Brad Walker versus Sebastian Hale. Pure rivalry.” I raised an eyebrow. “Sebastian Hale?” “Captain of Westfield. Tall, insanely talented, and actually a decent guy from what I’ve heard not the cocky asshole type like Brad and his crew. The stands go wild whenever he’s on the ice. Total heartthrob material.” She winked. “You’ll see why.”

"Settle what? Your boyfriend already knows the deal. Throw the game or I burn him. Simple." "Not simple," I shot back stepping closer. "You think you can roll into my arena threaten my guy and just fly home? I am the captain of this team. One word from me and security locks this place down. They drag you in for questioning. How does that sound?" He laughed low and ugly. "Big words from a pretty boy on skates. You have no idea who you are dealing with. The syndicate has eyes everywhere. Your father included."

The captain had retained his title from his college days and the identity had remained what he was addressed with by his workers and closest friends. He had earned a fortune in drug dealing and had built an empire with it. While covering his main business as the CEO of different companies, the captain was a drug dealer. He was about to get off the couch when Cathrina walked in. He stared at her from head to toe. Her eyes were red. She had no shoes on and was looking like a volcano that was about to erupt. “What's the problem Mi Amor?” he began taking steps toward her. She pointed a finger at him. “Don't you dare come close to me,”