Dangerous Man Book Novels & Stories

If he has business associates, then it means he is a businessman. Maybe I was wrong about him being in a dangerous business like the Mafia. I have little knowledge about people in the Mafia but I know they are dangerous and sacred. Maybe it's because I find him handsome and dangerous. Most Mafia bosses that I read about in books are just like him. Unable to hold back the urge to urinate, I look around once more, shifting the glass of wine aside so as not to spill it. I try to catch sight of Mathew and the other man he said are within range but I can't find anyone.

“Go home, Killian. And for the love of God, do not let your father see any sign of where you’ve been. The danger has only just begun.” He was already pulling on a crisp white shirt, his back to me. I watched him, a strange mix of profound fulfillment and crushing rejection settling over me. The peace was gone, replaced by the exhilarating, terrifying knowledge that I was now irrevocably bound to the most dangerous man I had ever met, a man who saw love not as a comfort, but as a high-risk security breach. I swung my legs off the bed, gathering the clothes scattered on the floor. I knew the rules: get dressed, get out, get back into the cage of my old life, and wait for the next secret meetin

It could have been due to the whole ancient one situation, but that hardly made me different from the average werewolf. I had the insane urge to clasp my hands over my ears to ignore the man, but instead settled for turning my back on him. These were the details of my life, the precious and horrible secrets that made up my humanity. I wasn’t willing to discuss this with him, this—thing I had no information on. The most dangerous man in our world, here baiting, flirting, and toying with me. His gloved hand wrapped around my arm, and I stumbled back when he spun me with force. He was certainly strong. My little spur of resistance didn’t deter him in the slightest.

“I’m someone who owns a gun. Now, I’m going to let you go, and as soon as I do, I want you to leave this dance floor and never look back.” The guy looks at Sophia for a moment, then back at me and nods his head. “Okay.” He says with a meek voice. The thing about some men is that they can tell when someone dangerous is in their midst. It’s like an instinctual male thing. They understand who not to fuck with. And I can tell by the sweat gathering in the male’s forehead and the dilation of his eyes that he understands that I’m someone who he doesn’t want to fuck with. Lowering him down to the floor, I back away, wait for him to rub his chest and walks away.

“Now, tell me. What’s this… Mafia King about?” I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, “You could just read the book yourself.” I glared. “I could,” he agreed, flipping the book over. “But this is more fun.” I sighed. “It’s about a girl who gets caught in the web of the Mafia world by a Mafia Boss. He’s cold, dangerous, and wouldn't mind to kill whoever crossed his way. But of course, deep down, he has a heart.” Damien arched a brow. “Sounds familiar.”

Daniel wouldn't know that she was afraid to admit it. "Who is that man Chelsea who is the man who has taken your honor?" Daniel asked then. “That man—, that man is— is your brother, David. And that unfortunate incident happened when I was drunk and Daniel took me to sleep in David's room!” Chelsea explained. Daniel's heart suddenly froze. There was pain in his heart. Even so with the throat that suddenly felt bitter. The man was silent and then closed his eyes. He was thinking first, what did he really want?

The last thing I want is for Samantha to walk in on me sneaking through her stuff; she already has trust issues as it is. My eyes catch on a notebook; it looks like a diary. It has the inscription, Dark stories by twisted minds, do not open. I pick the book up, my curiosity instantly piqued. I rise from my squatting position to sit on the edge of the bed. I flip through the pages to see how many there are, and it's well gone, over 500 pages. I should drop the book out of the room the same way I worked out, but I can't.

Nikolay killed people; he was a dangerous man, and my brother and I were now under his control. Of course, if my brother were a decent and honorable person, I wouldn't be here doing immoral things and fearing for my life every second, because I had seen enough of Nikolay to say he had a strange feeling that he was bipolar. Sometimes he treated me well, and other times he was a real annoyance or even worse. I remembered the previous day. His slap had scared me more than any other shout or anything else that could have happened. Nikolay was dangerous, and when he got bored with this game, he wouldn't just kill my brother.

There, the dancing flames cast an eerie, flickering shadow on the wall – the indistinct outline of a figure seated within. A man slinked into the room, his weight shifting nervously from foot to foot, no doubt uneasy. He was a short, unremarkable man, and something about him screamed untrustworthiness. His eyes, small and beady, darted around, and his mouth was framed by thin lips above a patchy, desperate attempt at a moustache. It was less a beard and more a collection of stray hairs that had lost their way. The man's name was Tim. He squinted, trying to see past the flames and shadows and discern the person sitting on the chair.

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?”