Dangerous Fellows Novels & Stories

"I'm just trying to figure out why women casually announce things like that." I folded my arms. "My point still stands." "And mine does too." "If your place isn't safe, then I'll leave." Damiano stopped laughing and looked at me as though I had just announced plans to swim with sharks. "And go where?" "I don't know." "Exactly." He moved toward the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of water and twisted the cap open. "Jax," he began before taking a sip, "you're involved with dangerous people. There's Charles, his brothers, Jackson, Nathalie and God knows who else. At this point, nowhere is completely safe."

“They are ironclad. Any violation would result in severe penalties, litigation that would make their lives and the lives of their children a misery.” “Then someone was very desperate, or very well compensated,” I countered, a chilling smile playing on my lips. “Or, perhaps, they were coerced. Find out which. I want names. I want faces. And I wanted them yesterday.” I paused, letting the silence stretch, before adding, “One hour. That's all you have to deliver a name, a face, and a plan for recovery. Fail, and consider your careers at Wings conglomerate terminated. Now get out.”

A man so dangerous that he looks like he wants to kill Logan, and not only Logan, but also his newfound love and family. I realise that not only Marco is dangerous. Logan is also dangerous. If both of them are part of organised crime, they are dangerous men. Men you do not play with. Men, you keep away from you. Yet, dangerous men always pull women in. Why do women love to play with fire and think they can tame a bad boy?

Acting like they were “keeping the peace.” Like things weren’t already about to explode. Everyone was pissed, itching to strike back. Dad was the only thing holding them back. I’d heard the guys muttering, calling him weak, scared. He took it, but I saw the look in his eyes. He knew something we didn’t. A straight-up war with the Vitales would feel good, sure but it would destroy everything. And those cops? They were just waiting for an excuse to bust us all down. Three days after the funerals, the house was still heavy.

While they were never seen, since they were not allowed to wander around, their presence made me more paranoid than I had ever been. At that moment, not even my shadow was trustworthy. "We only need five more of these bastards, and we haven't spent so much time, energy, and money for the cops and the feds to mess with us, for this to end just like that. We're going after them, we're going to do things differently this time, no more deaths that can pass as accidents or a quick and easy bullet to the head, we're going to make these bastards burn in hell before they even get there. Is that clear?"

Those pictures were from one of the events that they had attended. "Woah! You know right how powerful and dangerous they are.." That guy said in shock as he knew very well who these people were and what their past was. "I know them very well." Noah said in a cold tone and was starting to get annoyed at this guy. “Alright, I'll help you but...what are you going to do after that?” That guy asked in a hesitant voice. He was curious to know why he was so keen on finding two of the richest people and also the most dangerous ones in the underworld.

Amazing actually. See that tree is a specific tree. No one can climb it from there first try. Her feet didn't slide accidentally it was on purpose, we have done that. It's a test we came up. No one, and I mean no one has ever been able to climb it from the first time. The only people who have been able to climb the tree is us. Me and the other six. Who are. Me, Pam, Chloe, Jade, Hunter, James and Freddy. We are the upper part of the mafia. I may be the boss but we all work together. Anna was right. We are like a family.

But of course, I nodded absent-mindedly, thinking of a question to ask next, before the opportunity passes. "There were other prisoners in the yard. I heard their grunts. Won't they work too?" I asked, almost envying the non-working inhabitants of the prison yard. "They are dangerous, so, they can't be let out." He replied, turning at a point, a curvature leading to another straight grassy path. "Dangerous?" I muttered to myself, unconsciously. "Yes, dangerous. Very deadly. They committed grave crimes against the pack. Some are rogues. Some are vampires. There's a witch there too." He answered, startling me. I had forgotten that his wolf hearing was too keen and sharpened.

"He's not like that, you jerk! He's ten times better than you! Are you too bitter because I won't notice you, huh? And you think this might change my mind about my relationship with him. How desperate of you. A slut would consider you but not me! " He laughed as if losing himself. Before I could slap him again, I called security. He tried to get out of the grasp of our two guards. "What's going on here?" Ate Delia who was suddenly by my side. "Let me go! I can walk!" Mark helpless with the body size of the two guards. In my anger I motioned for the two men to drag him out. I marched in and drank cold water to calm myself. I was burning in so much anger. How dare he call Rustov a filth when h

“I am not telling Alexander anything, if that is what you are worried about. I don’t tell him about most things you do, he appointed me to be your shadow. Most times I come into town without anyone knowing, I see you and your boyfriend by the docks. I am happy for you really” The last words made Mae to scrunch her face in disbelief. “Happy for me?” She asked with every distrust in her seeping into her voice. Damian smiled and nodded. “How are you happy for me?” Mae asked him, looking at him suspiciously. Damian smiled. “I lost my sister to mafia men”, he started with a sigh. Mae looked at him with her mouth opened in an “oh” expression. “Yeah, she was just like you. Young and happy, filled w