Eugene Dangerous Fellows Novels & Stories

“It’s my first time I’ve seen him fancy someone. I think, obsessed. That’s the right word to use.” The way he’s looking at me is as if he pities me. I think I should be pitied though, for catching the attention of someone as Ryan. I have always known that Ryan is sick in the head. My encounters with him back in college and recently says it all. I also know that those good boy acts he played back in college were just a facade. I saw something else hidden inside of him. Something dangerous.

When he sees what I was staring at, he laughs. "Never seen two dudes make out before?" He asks, voice curious. I shake my head, eyes darting back to the daring couple. Either no one else around them notices, or everyone doesn't care. "Sure, sober, some of these fuck holes are wound up tight." He snorts, then he raises a red solo cup and smirks. "But get a little liquid courage in them, and they turn into horny rabbits." I squeak, eyes widening when the bigger guy slips his hand into the back of the other guys jeans.

His blood was running all the way from his shoulder down to my arm and the floor, but none of us moved. After all, this addiction, we both knew, was dangerous. In fact, we were more addicted to the danger.

He said, annoyed. “Fine. Damn! Why you didn't tell us that you're already fucking each other?” Claus asked, gawking his eyes to the ceiling as if that was the only way to prevent himself from peeking again. And it didn't take him long to look again. “Rough sex?” He asked with his nosy face. “That's our business you shouldn't care. Fucker!” "Uh, it's just your neck seemed eaten by a wild animal. Did it bleed last night?”

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She killed my sister her niece so mercilessly. In meantime something clicked me and I abruptly turned my head to look beside me at ‘Kabir......’ Kabir was absentmindedly having his eyes wide which were now in shade of deep red glued to floor, his joint hands resting on his knees in front were popping out every single veins of his arms.... as his entire body kept shaking like it would explode any second now.... “Ethan is dangerous man ..... He found out today about your..... wife.....” Alphanso said stealing a glance at me

Jeremy said somewhat helplessly. This time, without waiting for Yuki to speak, Eugene said coldly, "She crashed into me." Jeremy and Fern looked at him incredulously. It was him? That was too much of a coincidence, right? Of all the people, she had to crash into Eugene! Fern frowned. This would be troublesome. She more or less understood Eugene's temperament. He was not the sort who would give up easily. One could mess with anyone except Eugene. One should not be fooled by his gentlemanly appearance. When push came to shove, he could be more ruthless than anyone else.

He was still close to what I considered an ally when in need so I can't think of shooting him for touching my woman but if he continued with it, I may loose it. I sat down with Lucia beside me, at the table where three other men were. I knew two of them Tom and Dante and they were the kind of men I could pull out a gun to and kill at the slightest instance. I have delt with them all before and they were traitors and doubkecrossers I could say. Their stern faces were embodiments of danger and a shared memory of our wild pasts. "Alright!" Benny called noticing the tension surrounding us. "The deals we're gonna be striking tonight is a great mighty one. No fights aloud! Which is why I had you a

Dangerous. Patrons and staff of SubTerra used only one word to describe Jon Moretti; dangerous. He was one of many dangerous men who walked through the clandestine establishment, and yet Jon Moretti was the one they warned her about. Career criminals, thieves, arsonists, gang members, murderers… the club was a prestigious hub, built specifically to give these menacing people a place where, ironically, they could feel safe. A place they knew police officers wouldn’t be barging through the door to arrest them, thanks to a low-key business agreement between the owner, Frank Muscovado, and some crooked government officials with the power to sweep the booming business under the rug.

He yanked me back and held me against his bike, his torso pressing against my chest, the soft hum of the bike vibrating against my thigh as the wind hit me softly, sending chills which contrasted with the anger brewing in me. “Because, Jordan,” he drawled teasingly, like he was enjoying the game he created. “You still don't get it, do you? You don't get the fact that you're in LEA, and moving about freely on those pretty legs of yours is dangerous, Firefox. You think smiling and laughing with everyone is safe? Fuck that, Jordan,” he spat non-stop. “No one here is nice. No one likes you. Everyone has skulls in their fucking cupboard and is a wolf in sheep's clothing. Don't fall for them, Prin