Dangerous Fellows Novels & Stories

As they were drunk, having a good time with men they did not suspect to be enemies, they spoke casually about their colleague. Besides, notable criminals visited this club. Thus, they believed that the men at their table were allies, men of the same trade as them. "I don't know if he's lucky or not. He might have escaped from Ethan Reynolds but now, he's got to stay in hiding. Tsk." "Hiding?" The other asked before bursting into laughter. "It's not exactly hiding if he's in the warehouse, supervising the men over there." At this point, Arrow's men glanced at each other. What warehouse were they talking about?

He walked up to me and tried to punch me, but one of them stopped him. "If you kill the guy, we won't be getting any money. The rest don't look like they have it. Take it easy." The guy said. I looked at them; they were six altogether. I would be able to take six scrawny-looking wolves. There was no way they were military trained from the way they punched. That was why they assaulted us with guns and tasers. "How about you give us four hundred," Justin asked, and I nodded.

But they were not even up to four and their voices were quickly drowned by others. The other side were the boys who love boys who'd been undercover in the mafia. There has been a rumour like that before but it has never led to an uproar like this. They were four and they'd all had a taste of each other. In a particular room, a young man leaned against a bunk as he conversed with another man who was sitting on a bed cross-legged, holding his phone to his own face. “Park, did you hear that pakhan loves dicks?”

However, I can't tell if it's a good uneasy or bad uneasy. "Oh, so you are talking about the Forbidden Rogue Pack. This is a new pack that only has rogues as their members and they are taking over many other packs. So, the council has decided to put a bounty on the pack." She lets out giving me back the file. "Are they dangerous?" I ask.

Amber warned her friend. Ebony scoffed, “He’s a good fuck though. Rough just how I like it. I can’t stand his ass outside the bedroom though. He really is a ginger though I can confirm that shit.” She grabbed onto her friends arm, “I’m fuckin' serious Ebony. He’s dangerous. Stay the fuck away from him. He’s the Mad Hatter for fuck sake, the king pin of the psychos. He’s out to recruit Katia into the gang to offend her father.”

Kyra said. "WHAT?" exclaimed Kay and Kim together after hearing that fantastic price. Kyra shifted her screen again and saw the money offered for Noxious to kill Logan Moretti. Kim shook her head in disbelief. "Wow! A million dollars. Is he so dangerous that he is worth that high?" Kyra reads more information about their new target. "From the information given, it is very dangerous. Logan is known as the Sicilian Berserker." Kim's eyes narrowed at her younger sister. "Berserker? What is it?"

Something deeper. Something dangerous.

I wanted to push her against the wall and bury my face between her thighs until she screamed. Goddamn, this girl is dangerous. I knew her type. Beatrice was like that. The kind of women that slowly pulled you in until you lost sight of anything else. I called them the sirens. And I wasn’t wrong, if anything, her eyes showed it. “For God’s sake, woman,” I said with a low chuckle, trying to hide how hard I was getting. “Stop biting your lip like that and say something.” “I—I got lost.” I raised an eyebrow, still holding her close. “Indeed.”

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.

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?”