Dangerous Fellows Novels & Stories

The cries of pain mingled with the sound of the waves, creating a brutal scene that resembled nothing less than hell on earth. Cliff's men were infamous in the criminal underworld. They were not merely hired killers but had been shadows of terror for years. These people had committed countless crimes with Cliff, from assassinations, kidnappings, to massacres that shook the entire city. They had no morals, no compassion—only acted on orders and the primal instincts of predators. When cornered, they became even more dangerous, willing to die to drag their enemies to hell with them.

he hissed gritting his teeth. I could sense the anger in his tone every time he mention the Costello. Actually, this is my first time hearing Costello's name mentioned in this house. I haven't heard Sain Czar mentioned Costello before. Nicolai is the first one. "The Costello you mention..." I pause and took a deep breath. "Are they dangerous?" I ask hesitantly that ends up like a whisper. "They are not just dangerous. Costello is the mortal enemy of Ildefonso. They are the clan who created Sintti Crime Organization. And their goal is to destroy the Ilde Famiglia" he replied.

The room jokingly dubbed the Holding Cell in my private security headquarters smelled like copper, sweat, and the thick, cloying scent of fear. It was two days after the attempted robbery at Lohman & Sons, longer than we’d ever held someone. My police contacts turned a blind eye to my activities because I saved them time and manpower, and I knew when to draw the line. I’d never killed someone. Yet. But I was really fucking tempted right now. “The first hour was for trying to rob one of my stores. The second…” I held out my hand. Giulio placed something cold and heavy in my palm, his face impassive. “Is for threatening my wife.”

That was so fucking close! How could I have let this happen? “Claire, who were those men? I don’t think they were running after us because I kicked a random guy on his balls?” Elyse asked again breathlessly. “All you need to know is that they’re dangerous” I said. “ We could have gotten in big trouble back there. All these wouldn’t have happened if you had just listened to me!” “Hey! don’t blame me for this” “I told you the club is a dangerous place! There are bad people everywhere!”

He said, annoyed. “Fine. Damn! Why you didn't tell us that you're already fucking each other?” Claus asked, gawking his eyes to the ceiling as if that was the only way to prevent himself from peeking again. And it didn't take him long to look again. “Rough sex?” He asked with his nosy face. “That's our business you shouldn't care. Fucker!” "Uh, it's just your neck seemed eaten by a wild animal. Did it bleed last night?”

“Beause five years ago, after I had left Khalil league of Assassin, I started working for a man named Mr. Dhanial. One time, the three men had a meeting and your father being the greatest con and your gambling company had the highest rank apart from the automobile company. Your father wanted the three of them to kill Abdullah and take over his network and security company down but Al-Amin insisted that the man did nothing wrong to him so he was not in on the plan. Argento managed to convince Dhanial and so Abdullah was killed which left Khalil to take over and now they can’t take Khalil down because he’s a smart asshole.” “So, what’s up with Khalil and Al-Amin?” Knox asked. “Khalil respects

Daniela struggled underneath his grip. “What did I tell you about dating?” Niccolo hissed. “You aren’t from the same world as these people, Daniela. They’re dangerous. And if you get caught up with some this life, some dangerous asshole, you’ll wind up dead. And Domitus is the fucking worst of us. I always thought you were smarter than that.” Daniela glared up at him, spitting in his face. “The only fucking asshole that I have to worry about is you, Capaldi!”

“Besides, I have got to say you make paperwork look dangerous. That's a rare skill.” I nearly choked on my drink. “Did you seriously just call me dangerous over paperwork?” I coughed a little covering my hand with my mouth. “I did,” he said without a trace of shame. “And I must say, I stand by it. You were buried in paperwork yesterday and still got the job done. What's next you'll tell me you fight crime with staplers at night?” I shook my head laughing quite harder than I had intended too as a few eyes around started giving me piercing stares. Daniel was charming in a ridiculous sort of way. He was funny, confident and far too comfortable to be with.

I frown, "Sit on my lap. He needs to get the message.” “Is this a jealous thing or is he actually dangerous?" I ask, moving to sit on his lap anyway. Saint puts a hand around me so it becomes undoubtable that we're together. For everyone to see. I personally don’t mind... except Dylan doesn't deserve it. Not after that humiliation Saint out him through after he confessed his feelings openly. God, sometimes I forget how open he was. How… “He is dangerous," Saint responds, distracting me from my thoughts, "We should focus on those guys. They are about to play Pussy Russian Roulette and the blond one is about to shoot himself on the leg.”

Damien looked at her like he regretted saying the words the second they left his mouth. Yet somehow couldn’t take them back. Thunder rolled outside the windows. Neither moved. Vivian should say something. Professional. Reasonable. Safe. Instead she asked softly: “What exactly are you trying to say?” Damien’s jaw tightened. For a second, she thought he might finally say it. Finally break. But Damien Blackwood was a man built entirely from restraint. And restraint won. His expression cooled slightly. “I think Roman Ellis is dangerous.” Coward. The thought came instantly.