Dan Harris: Books Novels & Stories

🌹 A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR 🌹 This is Book Two in the ‘Entangled’ series, and it continues the story after the events of Book One titled—Bound to the Mafia Lord. While you can read this book on its own, I strongly recommend reading Book One first for a clearer understanding of the characters, relationships, history, and events that have already taken place. There are several names and references throughout this book that were introduced in the previous story. But if you’ve decided to start here… welcome anyway. 🤭❤️

You can check out my other book: Her Dilemma: Entangled With The Formidable Billionaires. Add it to your library cause I am sure you will love it too! 💙}

But she was still terrified of what I might do. “I p-promise, I… I don’t know how this happened. It was just an hour ago I received an email from Mr. Morales—” “So why are you shaking, Dana?” I asked firmly. She glanced at me again, her eyes widening as she stood upright. I leaned back in my seat. “If you didn’t authorize this, why do you look so guilty?” “I’m not guilty, I’m nervous.” Her jaw was set tight. “I’ve been working here long enough to know what happens to those who cross you. And to be honest…” Her gaze dropped. “You’re looking at me like you’re certain I did it.”

She hurried after the doctor. An hour later Daniel found Saira in the chapel in the front row on her knees praying. He hesitated for a minute then went to join her but didn't kneel down. The person he'd wanted dead was luckily still alive and now his girlfriend had donated her blood for him. Just wonderful. He was like a damn cat with nine lives. Saira felt Daniel's presence but she didn't say anything until she was done with her prayers and stood up. "Why are you praying for him?" Daniel asked irritated.

Then she leaned forward, pressed the cold barrel of her gun between his lips, and whispered: “You want mercy?” He trembled. “Tell me what Jack is planning.” Tears mixed with blood on his face. “He—he’s trying to find the files you took. The ledger from the dock deal. He said— he said you stole money from him.” Scarlett’s gaze darkened, though her voice remained calm. “Stole?” she repeated. “That’s an interesting word, considering it was my shipment, my operation, and his betrayal.” She withdrew the gun, wiping it clean with a silk cloth.

The brunette almost crashed into Darrion in the work room—also just got back from delivery. “Whoops!” Both of them exclaimed. Darrion chuckled. “What’s that, Harris?” “Coffee! To energize myself!” Harris answered. Darrion smiled. “Your second cup?” He tried to guess. Harris shook his head. “Fifth.” Darrion whistled. “You’re gonna die if you drink two more.” Harris looked very interested. “Wanna make a bet?” Darrion clicked his tongue. “Definitely telling Gilbert to replace that with hot choco.”

Harris bent down very reluctantly and picked the account book up from the floor. Lucas nodded in satisfaction. “That’s right, those who act sensibly according to the situation are wise. There’s no need to refuse the chance to earn some side income.” Harris said with a cold face, “I only want my wife and child to be safe.” “Sure.” Harris took the account book and left the room dejectedly. He walked all the way and came to the office building of Hill Nuclear Manufacturing Company in a daze. Although it was called an office building, it was actually just a dilapidated two-story building.

Daniel Hart was a chapter closed with no intention of being reread. And then, on a crisp Saturday morning in early October, I met him. The bookstore was nearly empty—one of those independent shops with mismatched chairs, shelves that reached too high, and the scent of cedar and old paper in the air. I went there often, drawn to its quiet corners and anonymity. I was in the psychology aisle, flipping through a worn copy of The Body Keeps the Score, when I heard a voice behind me. “That one saved my life. Or at least explained why I couldn’t sleep for three years.”

he said. “Booker.” Hawk gave him a chin lift and then turned to me again. “What’s your name, babe?” “She’s with me,” Booker said. I reached out my hand. “I’m Dani.” “Dani.” Hawk took my hand and gave me a sexy smile. “You’re good with kids.” “Thanks. I love kids.” “What’s your story?” he asked. “I don’t have a story.” I smiled. “I’m pretty boring.” “I doubt that,” he said, still holding my hand.

The voice remained calm. "Soon." "I've heard 'soon' before." "This time we mean it." The call ended. Lily remained motionless. For the first time in years... She wasn't planning her next move. She was waiting for someone else's. She hated that feeling. That evening, Noah spread Daniel Harris's notebooks across his dining table. Most were ordinary work records. Until he reached the final notebook. Several pages had been torn out. Not recently. Years ago. The remaining pages contained only dates and short observations.