Dangerous Fellows Lawrence Novels & Stories

"The Unholy Sinners of Hell." Gillian flinched. "Must we go tonight? The men could be dangerous." It wasn't as though their lives were free of gossip and trouble, what with Audrey's elder brother, Cedric, being a member of the infamous League of Rogues. Cedric and his friends had been in life-threatening situations more than once and caused scandals at least every other week. The last thing Audrey needed was to run off and find more troubleat least that was Gillian's opinion. "Nonsense. We should be perfectly fine. They allow ladies to attend their unholy festivities, and if we bring along Charles and his valet as escorts, we shall be quite safe."

“It's okay. I am just going to have a word with my Uncles. Carry on with your job.” Lawrence was allowed to pass through. But not without him shooting a glare at the bulky man. It wasn't difficult for him to spot his uncles once he got underground. As he heard, rightly, the place was an elite version of the one up. In fact heavier illegal activities were going on codedly within the room. He let out a breath and gripped tightly onto his briefcase. He had stepped into the lion's den on his own. He wondered if it was possible for him to make it out alive.

"There are... five of them." ***

This was how he delivered punishment to those he deemed deserving. Dr. Lawson had long known about Mr. Hawthorne’s dark secret. Behind his role as the leader of Kins Enterprises, there was a hidden criminal network that supported him. Without that assistance, four years would have been too short to build a large company. This was why Dr. Lawson was always cautious around Mr. Hawthorne. He realized that Mr. Hawthorne was a terrifying figure, with the ability to carry out actions far beyond anyone’s imagination. They stopped in front of a cell, where someone lay inside. As the sound of chains filled the silence, the person struggled to move. Dr. Lawson couldn’t hide his shock upon seeing a fac

Low pressure This woman had just been forcing my locks a few minutes ago and now she wanted to talk to me as if I were a criminal. Well, according to the law, I was indeed a criminal, but I had never harmed innocent people or children. "I didn't mean to say it like that, I mean I want more for him, I don't want him to join the gang just because you were a member and your family too." "I repeat; he won't have to be part of this brotherhood if he doesn't want to."

I'm ready to get my hands dirty for my remaining family. “Lawrence—” My eyes suddenly widened when I saw that Lawrence was no longer in front of me. I saw him heading to a red car, and he expertly opened the door with the wire and screwdriver he was carrying. I remembered what Balong said earlier, before Lawrence and I left the abandoned factory that served as our hideout. “If you don’t want to go behind bars, don’t do anything stupid. Is that clear?” I couldn't help but bite my bottom lip as I surveyed the parking lot. It was a sea of beautiful, expensive cars. The kind that screamed wealth and privilege.

I was suffering from a leg cramp, so Evan Blackwood, the college guy who was with me, blushed as he gently massaged my leg to ease the pain. A shadow shot past before anyone could react, slamming into him and sending him sprawling onto the ground. "Who gave you permission to touch her?" Lawrence's face was calm, but his voice was low and sharp. He was radiating an unmistakable aura of danger. I stepped in front of Evan, shielding him with my body.

Van asked again, more gently this time. Lance shook his head slowly, staring up at the night sky as though the answer might be written somewhere among the stars. "I don't know," he admitted. "But I want to." Behind them, the club's lights pulsed on into the night, indifferent to the quiet, tangled beginnings unfolding just beyond its doors — two strangers who had collided by accident, and two others still tangled in their own chase, all four threads pulling steadily, inevitably, toward something none of them could yet see coming.

“It’s my first time I’ve seen him fancy someone. I think, obsessed. That’s the right word to use.” The way he’s looking at me is as if he pities me. I think I should be pitied though, for catching the attention of someone as Ryan. I have always known that Ryan is sick in the head. My encounters with him back in college and recently says it all. I also know that those good boy acts he played back in college were just a facade. I saw something else hidden inside of him. Something dangerous.

"Look, if you're too scared to play, just say so. We won't hold it against you. Why are you glaring at me like that?" The other two at the table chimed in, "Cut him some slack, Lawrence. He finally got rich, so of course, he's going to guard that money like it's sacred." "Exactly. It's the first time he's ever had a full pocket. Let him be a coward if he wants." I let out a cold laugh. These two were Lawrence's accomplices. Without them, he never would've been able to rig the game. I slammed the dice back into the cup and smiled. "Who said I wasn't playing?"