Dangerous Man Book Novels & Stories

I can’t look up. The hands on my shoulders are still holding me in place, but I know that voice. The man from the diner. “Alpha, the sentence has already been read,” the old man says. There’s a wobble in his tone now. My blood runs cold at the title. Alpha. If anything I’ve read from all those paranormal romance novels is true, then this man is far more dangerous than I gave him credit for. “Release her,” Diner Man says. His steps sound closer.

This pack, this man, this strange act, and the suffocating kindness—it was dangerous for me because I had never been shown such before. I had spent years surviving because I had learned to read people, to sense threats before they struck. And Killian Blackwood was the most dangerous man I had ever met. Not because he wanted to hurt me. Nonetheless, because I didn’t think he ever would. And that was more terrifying than anything else. I forced my body to move, swinging my legs over the side of the bed. Pain was lanced up my side, but I gritted my teeth and pushed through it. I had survived worse.

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A lamp came to life on the edge of a desk and once again he found himself face to face with the powerful, goateed Pakistani man at the center of all this. “Sit,” the man told him without preamble from behind the stainless steel desk, jerking his chin at a plastic chair on the opposite side. The two guards left the room, and the sound of the door shutting echoed off the walls like a gunshot. Youssef’s knees gave out. He dropped into the uncomfortable seat and waited, barely daring to breathe in the tense stillness. The man regarded him with black, unblinking eyes that seemed to gleam in the dim lamplight. He didn’t make Youssef wait long to find out why he was here.

the man spoke almost hurriedly, his voice a sort of gravelly tone like he had chain-smoked a hundred cigarettes before trying to grab me off the street and do God knows what with me. “Mate? I am far from your mate, and I would advise you to leave before Security has to get involved.” “Security isn’t going to scare me man,” he sort of puffed his chest out, trying to be all masculine but the little machoness he had summoned was destroyed by a single scalding look from my boss, and his blistering declaration, “Oh the security would have to get involved to keep me from painting the ground a pretty shade of red. Much like the lipstick you are holding. And it wouldn’t be the lipstick on the ground

She then held on to that man's shoulder and whispered to his ear in a tempting tone, “Can I borrow a light?” “Of course, little slut! But how about putting out my fire first?” The man pointed below his belt. Scarlett smiled and put out her hand to touch him. The man was excited, and his eyes were full of evil sparks. When he was about to touch Scarlett, he felt a sharp pain in his back.

We turned. A man descended slowly—barefoot, dressed in a grey tank and matching joggers that hung loose on his lean frame. His hair was slicked back, not a strand out of place. His face was mature, but too smooth—like he lived in some eternal twilight between thirty and forty. Pretty-boy type. Polished. Dangerous. I hated him on sight. “If we’d barged in,” I said coldly, “you’d have felt it. Trust me.” Diego stepped in, voice even. “We knocked. The door opened.”

he murmured, “you looked hungry for revenge.” Sweat gathered against my palms. The room suddenly felt too warm. He suddenly seemed too close. I tried pulling my wrist back gently, but his grip tightened just slightly. Not enough to hurt. More like a warning. “I can help you with that.” I stared at him carefully. Every survival instinct I had was screaming at me that this man was dangerous. Not the loud or reckless type. Worse. His danger was controlled, too controlled. The kind that smiled while ruining lives.

“Dangerous people always love secrets.” The boy stepped closer. “Can you do it or not?” The mysterious man’s expression became serious. “If I accept the job,” he said slowly, “the person dies. No mistakes.” The young boy finally relaxed a little. “That is exactly what our boss wants.” The man looked toward the dark road ahead. A dangerous smile slowly appeared on his face. “Then tell your boss,” he said, “that he just found the right driver.”

He had left her in a burning building after he got what he wanted. A court date would not undo that. A promise would not undo that. I had already watched what happened when I gave a dangerous man one more chance. “Take care of it,” I said. “I don’t want him near her again. Not tomorrow. Not in a year. Not ever. I want this finished.” Callum was quiet for a moment. “I understand.” “Do you?” “Yes,” he said. “She almost died. I know what that does to a man.”