Dangerous Fellows Novels & Stories

I caused a few days ago would be dug up, too. I'm not safe. I've had almost two run-ins with the police in my day here. And both of them were related to Marco. According to what I heard at his house when he called Isaac, Marco is indeed a suspicious person. Ninety percent of me was convinced that Marco was a bad guy who was always being chased by people and cops, but the remaining ten percent was the fact that I wanted him, I missed him, and I was crazy for thinking about him.

Small skirmishes flared at the docks; rumors of sabotage and betrayal circulated through the city like wildfire. Olivia and Ethan arrived at the Guild of Traders, where the central council convened. The hall, normally a place of negotiation and measured discussion, was tense and charged with hostility. Faces they had once nodded at politely now turned suspicious, even hostile. The air was thick with anticipation, every whisper a potential spark for larger conflict.

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.

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.

Rachel states the obvious so I pull the dress off my head and scowl at the hideousness of it. Killian was my first and my only love in high school so I've been with no one else... "I don't know Rachel, Finn is, kinda dangerous" I pull my second LBD over my head "He brings a lot of Bad men over to Killian for business, the kind of people that you know instantly, they've got something dangerous going on" Finn has the worst friends; thugs, dealers, handlers, holder's , smugglers from here and across the border. I know this because I worked at one of his clubs for a while and he had problems with these kinds of people on multiple occasions.

Daren whispered to himself, realizing the men might be goon with intent to rob. These were no ordinary thieves but Marco's goons, and Daren's anxiety heightened. His heart raced as he quickened his pace, yet the men closed in, subjected him to a beating, and forcibly loaded him into their truck. The group comprised five individuals: Daren was confined to the back seat, guarded by an armed man, ensuring compliance. Another drove the truck, while a third occupied the front passenger seat. The remaining two escorted the vehicle on sports bikes, resembling a sinister convoy.

he gulps fear in his voice “Well out with it then,” I say my tone harsh and stern “The Blood Rippers cartel sir,” he says my blood running cold at the name The second most dangerous gang in the Country, second to mine, my rivals.

I sat back down in my seat and grumbled to myself as Godfrey continued. "Yes. The woman Darick has now apparently fallen in love with is a dangerous criminal. She's a journalist, the worst kind of person we as blood brothers could encounter, and she broke into this establishment. Her ability to break into this sacred place further proves Darick's inability to remain the leader of the Blood Brothers. He's careless, and his actions will get us all killed. Thank you, my brothers. I trust you will make the right decision when it's time to vote." Godfrey winked as he walked past me and returned to his seat.

Every tattoo told a story I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear. Conversation slowed. Then stopped. Eyes tracked us openly. Not curious...... measuring. My grip tightened on my bag. I moved closer to Marco without thinking, my shoulder brushing his arm. “These people…” I murmured under my breath, barely moving my lips. “They don’t look like farmers.” Eli didn’t slow. “They’re not.” One man spat onto the dirt. Another laughed low at something none of us said. I swallowed. “Are they….... dangerous?” Eli glanced back at me, his face unreadable in the lamplight. “Yes,” he said calmly. Too calmly. “If the woman who walks in here is alone... Unclaimed.”

The third night was the worst. Margaret didn’t bring just one or two men. She brought three. They entered together, laughing loudly, already drunk, smelling of cheap whiskey and sweat. One was bald and pot-bellied, the same one from the first day. The second was young, thin, with nervous eyes and a sadistic smile. The third was the most dangerous: tall, muscular, with scars on his face and a vacant look, as if he had already done much worse things than what he was about to do.