Chapa Danger Force Novels & Stories

But no one spoke, it was only Dino who stood up, headed to the coffeepot to refill his cup then went back to his stool. The man glared at me, but it didn’t have the effect he wanted because of his swollen eye. “That is hilarious coming out of you, you are the fucking reason we are suffering here. The reason why the capo had fucking snapped and lost his damn mind. He won’t fucking stop until he kills that Albanian fucker, he is like a man possessed. He won’t stop because he wants to make sure that you are safe and away from that fucker and in order to do that, he must be six feet under.”

"--We can no longer let people that live too long. It's about time you punished them." "What Uncle said is true. It's about time. It's time for us to avenge what that person did to Mom and Dad," Laura said and then looked at Patrick. "Let's start this war Uncle. I will not allow Master Damian to live in peace after letting me live without my father and mother. I will repay everything he has done to me." Patrick smiled lopsidedly then turned his gaze to his people. Then said. "Immediately prepare for your's eparture to Italy. It is time for us to repay what Damian has done to Boss Aric and his wife. Do it immediately!"

It was the ideal opportunity for the 6th assignment. - Nail extraction: Use a couple of forceps to take out any of Chapman's fingernails. - Chapman's face in a flash worried. Then again, Chris' face was desolate. Whenever she talked, her face was short of breath. "Could it be said that you will do it without anyone else's help, or do you believe us should help you?" Chapman didn't talk. His sets of eyes were very virus. He oozed a dangerous emanation.

"Locked in my room." "Locked?... Just don't worry. I'll be there before you know it." "Yes, just hurry up. I'm so scared." The room door badge open. I jump, frightened by the sound. I snap my head behind me at the door where Collins stand. The sight of him makes me shiver in fear. My hands shake but I try to keep hold of my fone. I watch his eyes move away from me to my hand which held my phone . He looks away from it back at me with furrowed brows then he matches to me angrily and snaps it out of my hold. I try to stand and get it back from him, but before I know what's happening, the unexpected take place. He slapped me. Hard and loud enough to echoe in the room.

he still tries to object as I push past him with so much force that he stumbles down the stairs and falls with one loud thud against one of the giant speakers. My temper has hit a flare, and all I can see are stars flickering in my eyes. The world feels as if it has started to spin at an incredible speed. My body is trembling so goddamn bad that I can barely move my feet. Chaos is about to erupt, and I am going to be the center of it. And what else is center is Colton that sees me coming towards him, it only takes him but two seconds, and he is in front of me trying to prevent me from going into that office.

My question hangs in the air when the guy reappears with two glasses containing clear content. "Force it down their throats without willing a single drop" I skeptically watch the guys hold us down and I frantically shake my head. No. It shouldn't be what I am thinking, please God. "No. Julio...." I quickly shut my mouth when the glass is brought to my lips. The strong men roughly hold me in place and forcefully open my mouth.

maktol ko. She sighed. He took my own cup and spit out a fish ball. "There's more spicy sauce than sweet. It wasn't balanced." I drank water again. The sharpness was just right when Janice and I bought it, ah. Maybe the salesman actually put a lot of chili in his hot sauce! “I don’t want that anymore,” I said. "Let's exchange, then." He gave me his cup. I reached for it once beyond looking towards his friends. Kiara gave me a sharp glare. He turned and walked away, as if disgusted. Bon said goodbye to Rustov and they entered the plaza. I knew it. Kiara likes him. And she was obviously jealous.

I leaned back slowly in my chair, watching him carefully while the room emptied around us. “ They're not wrong either,” I said quietly. His eyes lifted toward mine immediately. “You are becoming dangerous.” The silence after that stretched longer than it should've. Imran looked away first, rubbing tiredly at his jaw before muttering, “You say that like it's a good thing.” “In this world?” I said calmly. “It is.” He shook his head once, standing from the chair while gathering the papers scattered across the table. “You know what the fucked-up part is?” He said quietly.

“They are ironclad. Any violation would result in severe penalties, litigation that would make their lives and the lives of their children a misery.” “Then someone was very desperate, or very well compensated,” I countered, a chilling smile playing on my lips. “Or, perhaps, they were coerced. Find out which. I want names. I want faces. And I wanted them yesterday.” I paused, letting the silence stretch, before adding, “One hour. That's all you have to deliver a name, a face, and a plan for recovery. Fail, and consider your careers at Wings conglomerate terminated. Now get out.”

Then, he bent down and grabbed his ankle. “Did you just try to run, huh?” Taza shook his head wildly. “No no, I didn't, haaaa!” He screamed when Marco diced two of his toe nails. Then, he wiped his knife on his trousers, cleaning it. “Don't run away from me anymore.” He said, a sadistic glint in his eyes. “I won't.” Taza cried, his eyes fixed on the blood spurting out where his toe used to be. He wasn't even feeling the pain. The adrenaline didn't make him feel it but fear is a bastard.