Danger Squad Novels & Stories

I froze, pressing my back against the cold stone of the wall. “The shipment needs to be flawless,” the voice said. It was deep and commanding, a voice that made you listen, a voice that struck fear into anyone who heard it. Don Vincenzo Esposito. The head of the Esposito mafia clan. One of the most dangerous mob bosses in the city. His name was enough to make even the bravest men tremble. “Of course, Don Vincenzo,” another voice replied, the words hurried, nervous. “We have men watching every checkpoint.”

"It will be hard this time. They are your enemies — and the top mafia family in the world, right now." "I don't fucking care who they are." The words came out low first, and then rose, cracking against the walls of the room like something unleashed. "Lance is mine. And only mine. If I can't have him — no one can have him either." A fist slammed against what remained of the table. "*Shouts.*" "...Boss, but... we have to wait a while." The man on the phone pressed on despite the danger of it, because someone had to. "You recently made your appearance. They're all on alert right now."

He got up scraping the chair in the process, he fixed his suit and looked at his wristwatch, he was running late for another important meeting. "Show yourselves out gentleman" he muttered before striding out of the office, leaving them all there, thinking long and hard if they were on the right track or not. Spade was indeed dangerous and well a bit off. They all knew he wasn't exactly clean in terms of doing business. There was a lot of shady things about Spade but they dared not say a word or question it, afraid of getting killed, they all would shut up and try to get good business deals with him.

He is dead," Damien replied curtly. Naferes's fangs grew and his eyes color changed just as his canine elongated. "Attaaaack!" He roared, in just a flash the once calm cool space turned into a bloodied battlefield. He dashes toward Damien thrusting his fangs into Damien's chest, Damien winces, while Naferes's mouth widens ready to bite Damien in his neck, but Daren was fast to stab Naferes bag with a silver dagger he was holding. Naferes groans in pain and released Damien, he turns instantly in the direction of Daren slashing his face with fangs.

She couldn’t face whatever fresh cruelty waited on the other end. Headlights cut through the rain like blades. A sleek black convoy of three armored SUVs pulled up to the curb with quiet authority, tires hissing against the flooded street. The middle vehicle’s door opened, and security personnel in dark suits stepped out first, forming a protective perimeter despite the weather. They moved with military precision, ignoring the rain that soaked their jackets. Then he emerged. Damien Voss.

After Rihanna’s jet landed, the next one followed, carrying hundreds of assassins from Black Dragon. They were all men in black, but who would have thought that all their suits were customized to be bulletproof? Even their bodies were filled with hidden weapons and various sharp killing tools. Each of them had their own code name according to their method of killing. Dustin appointed five of them as leaders to head each of their teams. Among them were LethalKill, ScarletBlade, MysticDemon, Hollowflash, and DeadlyScythe.

It reeked of impending madness; the opening yawning before him like an omen. William stared in as the group walked by it on their way to the next room over. Inside this one was a solid silver slab with chains hanging from the edges where the arms and legs of the victim; him, in this case; would lie. Under the slab was a metal funnel to drain the bloodshed. His bloodshed. Above the slab was a huge grate of metal spikes. The spikes were approximately a foot in length, which guaranteed they pierced all the way through the body from the front to the back.

“If they’re out, and he leaves her behind, she won’t be as heavily guarded. It’ll give us the edge.” “Then we wait,” I said, my voice steady with resolve. My eyes fell to the photograph of Lillian lying on the table—her eyes full of fire, her smile haunting. “And when the time is right… we will free her.” ** Anastasia I straightened the moment the door opened, my posture stiffening with anticipation as Damien stepped out first. His head was held high, chin tilted upward in that proud, calculated way of his. Every line of his body radiated authority. His movements were smooth, disciplined, exuding the quiet confidence of someone who had been through hell and come out the other side untouched.

Damon pried it open, revealing stacks of documents — lists of operatives, locations, and potential targets. “This is it,” Damon said. “This is what we’ve been waiting for. Every strike, every threat, every move they made is mapped out here. We can end this now.” But before they could act, a sudden noise echoed — the unmistakable click of a weapon being readied. Shadows moved in, figures emerging from the darkness, coordinated, precise. The team was ambushed. Damon grabbed Sarah, pulling her behind a crate. Alex — luckily still secured in the SUV by Lou — was safe, but every heartbeat reminded them that the fight wasn’t just physical — it was mental, emotional, strategic.

We’re going to go to Denver to join the fight. I assume the older alphas will probably sit this one out, but Gray, Reid, and I are all going, as well as our friends Jax and Theo- the sons of Alpha Damian and Alpha Anders, respectively. The five of us young alphas run the six-pack’s security squad, a group of skilled fighters trained to protect our territory. We’ll be bringing the squad to Denver with us, as long as they’re willing, and hopefully with the combination of our ranks, we’ll be able to take out the shadow pack once and for all.