Dangerous Fellows Eugene Novels & Stories

“We can slip out while they’re not paying attention.” “What?” I asked, incredulous. “Are you insane? Do you know how many guns are out there? They’ll shoot us before we even get two steps.” Eugene leaned forward, her eyes gleaming with determination. “I’d rather risk it than wait for Stacey to finish me off. You heard the news. I’m already guilty in everyone’s eyes.” “That’s because you are guilty,” Liam said coldly. “You’ve lied, cheated, and hurt everyone around you, including your own family.”

Camila Cabello - Hey Ma ~ 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 In a basement, Logan stands with an unhappy face. Now in front of him are five men with both hands hanged. They're like beef on display. The five men appeared to be so limp that they did not eat and drink all day. Their condition is even more severe due to bruises and cuts on their bodies. Dramatic arrests must have been the reason why they were injured. Logan stepped up to the man with blond hair hanging on the far right. That man didn't dare stare at Logan because he had made an unforgivable big mistake. "Did you help Swarthy pick up that gun-filled truck?" Logan's cold voice makes the blonde man's body tremble in fear.

I noticed he was about to roll up his pants, so I quickly pulled my foot back. "Nat, let me see if you're hurt," Mr. Eugen said with concern. "I'm fine, just slipped a little, no injuries!" I replied, not wanting him to continue his actions. Mr. Eugen at that moment was dangerous, with any closer contact potentially leading to unintended consequences. I wasn't that naive to fall into his trap. Besides, it was just a minor slip, not a big problem at all. "No, I need to make sure by seeing it myself."

Eugene closed his eyes. What would happen starting tomorrow? How would Valentine act? Eugene was already entangled with that world to the point where escape was impossible. He had made acquaintances with the bosses of two of New York's Five Families and was working at a murder company run by the Council. There was no way to escape except through death. That meant living in close quarters with Valentine almost every day. "Claudio."

Sam spent the day trying to avoid her step-father and keep herself from focusing on the threat of Buck and Frank. It was obvious what Dennis was implying, he'd told his disgusting friends that he was fucking her and they wanted in. Dennis was obviously more than happy to allow it. Sam couldn't have imagined worse friends of her step-fathers. Not only did Buck spend his time drooling over his friends' teenaged step-daughter, but it was obvious he didn't care for himself. Buck was always smelly, sweaty and dirty. He was big and hairy much older than Dennis, even. Frank wasn't much better, and the looks he was always giving Sam when he was around were much worse.

As I stepped into the hallway, my legs felt like jelly, but I kept moving, each step taking me farther from the den of vipers—and closer to the secrets I needed to uncover. _________ The first thing I did when I got back to my apartment was lock the door and double-check the windows. My hands were still shaking, and every shadow felt like it was moving, like someone was watching me. I leaned against the door, exhaling sharply, and pressed a hand to my forehead. I’d barely escaped the Esposito mansion, but the memory of Alessandro’s piercing green eyes lingered, burning into my thoughts. He was dangerous, too dangerous. Yet there had been something else—a flicker of intrigue, of something I c

Ethan pulled her back into the brush quickly and didn’t wait to see if they’d been spotted as they took off running back the way they’d come. When they’d made it twenty yards he chanced a glance over his shoulder and saw several heads bobbing in the trees, heading their way. Damn! He grabbed her arm and they made a sharp turn, cutting to the right down a path he knew was dangerous. He didn’t think they had any choice. He didn’t know if the men where the one’s looking for them. Hell, they could have stumbled on a drug deal or something else. All he knew was they couldn’t chance stopping and asking them what they wanted.

That's good morning in Italian. He growled in response, using his huge arms to adjust the gun hanging on his neck. I lowered my head and shoved my invite from Mrs. Hyde. The hulkish bodyguard growled and inspected it before opening the heavy steel gate. It's impossible to escape from this sex factory—well, not impossible, because some of the boys had actually escaped or attempted to escape, but they were all caught and mutilated right in our faces as a strict warning to any of us who may think of escaping.

I said, hooking my hands under his thighs so he wouldn't fall off. Eugene was always reckless with his jumping on people without warning. He threw away the fact that he could hurt himself and blindly threw himself on top of others. He was truly Brian's cousin. They were so alike, even in their differences. It was almost eerily creepy. "Who's this?" He asked, peeking at Keith over my shoulder. "That's Brian's friend. He met him when we went to the mall that one time." I said, earning a hum from him.

Eugene looked at Chris’ eyes and smiled, “you should feed my curiosity first.” “There are lot of mysterious happenings in Fantasia lately, stolen files, hacked systems and, agents turning insane. I don’t believe that a kid like you could singlehandedly do all of that, you aren’t even as smart as your parents boasts to be.” Eugene directly insulted Chris. The demon chuckled at the back. Chris didn’t budge. The knife is still in its same place. “Tell me, who’s that mystery fellow of yours?” Eugene’s eyes went to Damien’s direction.