Dangerous Fellows Novels & Stories

he demanded. "You walked in here to ask for my opinion and I am not obligated to prove my words to you because I don't really care about any of this but because I want my uncle to realise how foolish he has always been, I'll tell you this. I don't know if you've heard about them but there is this rebel gang of rogues that reside on the outskirts of town and have been regarded as extremely dangerous. Do you know them?" Camille asked. "We've heard rumours," Fabio lied, not admitting the fact that they had once hired them to kill Ryan.

"Which means you also know this is gonna get even uglier before we're through, unless we act fast and come at this lunatic hard." One of the guys - a wiry, rail-thin specimen with inked teardrops trailing from both eyes - uttered a wheezy chuckle. "You aimin' to finally put Old Spike down for good then, J? 'Bout damn time, if you ask me." A rumble of murmured agreement rippled through the rest of the assembled group. It was clear Delgado's reputation as a dangerous, unhinged wild card preceded him even among these hardened criminal sorts.

Our faces were so close, that I saw how easy it was for her to change the look on her face from sweet to dangerous and vice versa. As her fingers played on my body, making me feel more frightened for my life, she said, "Darling, stop getting worked up. I assure you, the work isn't something bad." "Why me? You realize I can go to the police after leaving this place. I'll tell them about you." While everyone in the country knew about the Damish Gang and the infamous Dangerous Dame, no one knew the real identities of the gang members. They had their hold on a lot of things in our country, yet their faces were unknown.

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.

It sought to exploit the vulnerabilities within our fellowship, using our own desires and insecurities against us. With our lives hanging in the balance, we were left with no choice but to unite once more, to forge alliances with unlikely allies, and to confront the darkness that threatened to consume us all. The stakes were higher than ever, and the journey ahead would test our resolve, resilience, and the very essence of who we were.

"Listen up, kid, you're about to die at the hands of the Reckless Brothers!" Woody narrowed his eyes slightly. He had heard of the name "Reckless Brothers" back when he was in prison. But they were nothing but desperate criminals. For the sake of money, they were willing to commit all sorts of heinous crimes, including killing people and stealing! In just a few years, their hands were stained with the blood of dozens of innocent people. Slimbuckets was a lecherous man, and countless women had been raped and assaulted by him. Meanwhile, Lil' Shorty was a drunkard who'd go berserk when drunk and would ruthlessly take advantage of his strength to hurt innocent people.

I froze, pressing my back against the cold stone of the wall. “The shipment needs to be flawless,” the voice said. It was deep and commanding, a voice that made you listen, a voice that struck fear into anyone who heard it. Don Vincenzo Esposito. The head of the Esposito mafia clan. One of the most dangerous mob bosses in the city. His name was enough to make even the bravest men tremble. “Of course, Don Vincenzo,” another voice replied, the words hurried, nervous. “We have men watching every checkpoint.”

At least I know his name, Killian Shane! “Does it really matter? Is it different if he was someone else? But for your information I know that man, I have been to the club for many years so I know everything about him. That man is no good. He is a fucking dangerous man, Jemma; even criminals shuddered when he is mentioned. He is the demon of all demons around here. You should stay away from here and never see him again.” I cocked my head to the side and stared at my friend who since knowing here I have never seen he like this. She was really angry. She has fought a few times with people but she was always cutesy.

“And when they realized that… you became the easiest way to hurt me.” Lena’s pulse echoed in her ears. “But who? Who is doing this?” Alexander hesitated — and that hesitation terrified her. “His name is Marcus Hale,” Alexander finally said. “He used to be on the Board. He and I built this company together. Then we turned into enemies.” “Hale…” Lena repeated slowly. “Detective Hale?” “No,” he said quickly. “Different person. Same last name. Marcus is… more dangerous.” Lena stepped closer, fear and anger tangled inside her chest. “Alex… if he’s that dangerous, why didn’t you tell the police?”

And the sick little entourage of criminals he calls allies. It’s pathetic how much of my life traces back to their rot. Mess after mess, wound after wound, disaster after disaster—every time, I peel back the layers and there they are at the core like some parasitic infestation. So naturally, when Zane said the word dangerous, my brain immediately screamed: them. The five evil minions. And suddenly I didn’t have the patience to tiptoe. “Well?” I snapped. “Go on. Speak. What exactly were you involved with?”