Eugene Dangerous Fellows Novels & Stories

"Come on, I'll give you a piggyback ride." I smiled and hopped on his back willingly. "Thanks, Neil! I owe you a lot." "One selfie from your boyfie will do," he joked and we laughed in chorus before following the police leading us out of the woods. I cleared my throat and glanced at the cop following closely behind us. They managed to catch Eugene's two other accomplice but I'm not seeing the main antagonist of this incident. "Excuse me, Sir? W-what about Eugene? There are three of them and..."

Minghao exclaimed then held her wrist to stop her. Celine looked back, and when she met his gaze, the desperation reflected on her eyes. Minghao saw it, and was stunned. Now he wondered what happened at the Hong mansion before they came here. A moment ago, he saw Celine and Eugene together. Eugene’s neck has wound, and there’s a bloody knife on the floor. He, then, concluded that it might be connected to this. “It’s dangerous,” he said, shaking his head. “I know,” Celine answered, giving him a faint smile. “But you are with me. So I am not afraid at all.”

Although it was not too long ago, the memory of what happened at the party was still fresh in everyone’s mind. Eugene had been busy during this time. He was busy investigating the relationship between Eva and Mason, as well as Nathan Langley. Eugene was a smart and careful man. He was waiting for their relationship to be confirmed before making use of his trump card, Eva, to gain the biggest benefit. The events that unfolded later did not disappoint him. Nicole Pileggi had gotten involved in a scandal that ended with the Langleys and the Pileggis breaking off their engagement.

“We can slip out while they’re not paying attention.” “What?” I asked, incredulous. “Are you insane? Do you know how many guns are out there? They’ll shoot us before we even get two steps.” Eugene leaned forward, her eyes gleaming with determination. “I’d rather risk it than wait for Stacey to finish me off. You heard the news. I’m already guilty in everyone’s eyes.” “That’s because you are guilty,” Liam said coldly. “You’ve lied, cheated, and hurt everyone around you, including your own family.”

"As soon as we wrap up some details here we're going to get you out of this building and do some bait and switch." Anya tried to concentrate while Dean went over details with Gus. He explained, among other things, that someone had already shopped for clothes and whatever other necessities they'd need. That everything was waiting for them at the safe house. But all she heard was a buzzing in her head, a result of the tension gripping her. Why had she ever accepted that first date with Virgil? She had been such a stupid, gullible small-town fool. She hadn't really been aware until the trial of just how little like a "good ol' boy" Virgil actually was. Rather he was a viciously evil entrepreneu

, she added. Aaron looked at her this time with a serious smile. “I promised you before Mae, he won’t ever touch you. We are running away”. Mae’s eyes widened. “Are you crazy?” Aaron smiled, “probably”. “We are dealing with a mafia boss here Aaron, could you be serious? We won’t last long before he catches up with us”. Aaron placed his hand on her shoulder and pulled her in to him. “We are dealing with a mafia boss I know. But have you forgotten who my daddy is?” He asked in a teasing tone.

Francis asks, worried about the punch Charles gave her on her shoulder. ​"No sir. I'm alright." The maid lies. She still feels the stinging pain on her shoulder but what can she do? She needs the money gotten from this part time job she got. ​"Regarding what happened today, you signed a document to keep the things that happens in this house confidential." Francis discloses. ​"Yes sir." ​"So I'm asking that no one knows about what happened between you and Catherine's son. This isn't an order but a request."

I try to push off his chest, but his fingers cling to my wrist more tightly. "Cole, let go of my wrist." When he drops it, he does so and pushes me back. "He intends to murder you," he murmurs. That's his action. Ernest is a bad man. He gives me a smirk. "Who is this guy?" I hope he will inform me when I ask. After all, Ernest is the reason I find myself in this situation. He murmurs, "He's the one they run from." He would be the real-life equivalent of the bogeyman. That's what happens, I suppose, when you inherit your family's notoriously sleazy cunt company. Mafia fucking it. He gives a headshake.

But not for long. The Black Axe must be backed by a powerful source that fuels their gruesome acts. Selling drugs and illegal firearms wasn’t enough for them. The entire time with Scar, my mind kept drifting back to my innocent lamb. She was in the den of thieves, dealers, and all sorts of evildoers, camouflaged as friends of the celebrant. A text pulled my attention to my phone, and my blood boiled at its content. "She is dancing with the boy you hate." It was from Diego.

There was something dangerous about this man, though I couldn't put my finger on what it was. "What's up?" Bianca asked elbowing me at the side, breaking my train of thought. I turned to her, giving a small smile. "Nothing much. Just having fun." "Are you sure?" she asked. "You were dancing like a goddess! If I didn't know any better, I'd have thought you were the goddess Aphrodite herself!" She said it with such wide-eyed wonder, like a child gazing upon a star. "What if I was?"