Dangerous Fellows Lawrence Novels & Stories

Sweat the size of a corn seed poured down the guards' foreheads. They did not expect, in front of their eyes right now was one of the largest mafia members in the country. And that terrible man was—, "Lu—Lucy ...." . . . Hi ... thanks for reading 'Dangerous Man', sorry for the inconvenience. I will revise the previous chapter to make it even better. Don't forget to leave your review guys!: D

He yanked me back and held me against his bike, his torso pressing against my chest, the soft hum of the bike vibrating against my thigh as the wind hit me softly, sending chills which contrasted with the anger brewing in me. “Because, Jordan,” he drawled teasingly, like he was enjoying the game he created. “You still don't get it, do you? You don't get the fact that you're in LEA, and moving about freely on those pretty legs of yours is dangerous, Firefox. You think smiling and laughing with everyone is safe? Fuck that, Jordan,” he spat non-stop. “No one here is nice. No one likes you. Everyone has skulls in their fucking cupboard and is a wolf in sheep's clothing. Don't fall for them, Prin

Especially since she knew the story could earn her world recognition, and possibly even the Pulitzer. “Tell me this isn’t another scheme to get a Pulitzer.” Joe looked over at her. She waited to answer them until they pulled in front of a small, brightly colored yellow building. Laundry hung from wires and ropes across the entrance of the alleyway. There were brightly colored designs on the houses that she knew marked each house and its occupant’s loyalties to a particular drug lord.

I drink much alcohol because I don't like the taste but I took a big gulp from my beer just so that Tiffany would stop pestering me. The meal arrived and everyone digged in, mulching on it like they were starved. Damon put a piece of drumstick on my plate but I couldn't even eat it. I was feeling seriously uncomfortable and it made me very sick to be here in the midst of people like this. Fortunately, they started talking about other things. Well,other people to be precise. These were the kind of people that would gossip about every single thing on earth and I bet that if I stand up from here to leave, they would gossip about me as well.

His voice was low and serious as he began to speak, his words filled with a mixture of concern and warning. "Camilla, I need you to understand the gravity of the situation we find ourselves in," Lucas said, his voice steady but filled with urgency. "These workers, this warehouse... it's all part of a dangerous operation involving drugs. If you ever lied to me, if you ever got involved in any way, the consequences could be dire." Camilla's heart pounded in her chest as she listened to Lucas's words. She had never imagined being caught up in something so dangerous. The realization hit her like a cold wave, making her feel small and trapped.

But not for long. The Black Axe must be backed by a powerful source that fuels their gruesome acts. Selling drugs and illegal firearms wasn’t enough for them. The entire time with Scar, my mind kept drifting back to my innocent lamb. She was in the den of thieves, dealers, and all sorts of evildoers, camouflaged as friends of the celebrant. A text pulled my attention to my phone, and my blood boiled at its content. "She is dancing with the boy you hate." It was from Diego.

“Nothing... he left me, Max... he left me for the fourth time... it's all over...” “That's right... I'm really unlucky in love... I really regret dating so many gay bottoms... because now I'm getting karma from them...” Law chimed in and took another bottle of alcohol and gulped it down. Jeff also got up, took a bottle of alcohol, and drank it greedily. “Ahhhh... don't mafia guys like me deserve happiness, Max? Nghh... I really don't know what to do anymore ahhh...” Max sighed deeply again. Jeff and Law's condition was truly pitiful. No wonder Hans and the others asked him to come here; it turned out that his two friends were in really bad shape.

Desperate. Violent. Detached from consequences. Derrick folded his hands together again. “Desperate people are dangerous.” His voice stayed calm, but I could hear the warning beneath it clearly. “Especially those who believe they’ve already lost everything.” The Elder’s eyes drifted briefly toward the window, thoughtful. “If Raymond Fell truly helped hide these crimes, then Rowan likely grew up believing power erased consequences.” I listened quietly. Honestly, hearing someone else say it out loud made everything feel even more disturbing.

“This is a warning for you Francis. Do not do anything to the Lawrence, for the least that the organization would want is for someone like those powerful family and righteous one to know our existence. For is they will, it will be a pain in a butt.” “Why are you afraid of the family?” Francis tries to provoke Ash for a bit. But Ash knew what he is doing and all about this threat that they all plan from the very beginning. “You are a stupid person, aren’t you?” His insult. Then without any warnings, he throws Francis to the floor, gasping for air and coughing from what he just did. “Do you really think that cleaning a mess that involve powerful and influential people is easy? The Lawrence are

she murmured. “I’m not going to sit here and profess to be a fucking angel, but I’ve never hurt a woman or a child. More than I can say for half the fucking guys who come here. Maybe I have a twisted definition of worse, but I’d say those things constitute a fucking warning.” Scraping his fingers across his shaven scalp, he let out a sharp exhale. “On the list of dangerous people here, I can name at least fifty who are more psychotic than I am.” “I’m not standing here alone with any of them though, am I?”