Fast And Furious Books Novels & Stories

Mike The engine of my Ferrari roared, devouring Chicago's black asphalt. Every sharp turn was an insult, every acceleration a challenge thrown at this shitty night. But fear clung to my skin, a cold sweat that speed couldn't dry. The image of Tara, of her empty eyes and that hypnotic blade, haunted me. Fuck. She'd gone insane. A real lunatic. And that look… It was no longer my wife's look. It was a predator's. I needed to forget. To prove to myself I was still a man, that I still dominated something, someone. I took out my phone, fingers trembling with contained rage. Nyah. She was always available, always impressionable. She didn't look at me with that chilling contempt.

We couldn’t see in the car, the windows were tinted’ I can hear the annoyance in his voice. ‘Just head back for now’ I say before I cut the link and decide to give the Red Fang border a run. It only takes me a short while to make distance. My wolf is fast and cross country is definitely faster than by road. There is a strange eerie silence along their border, I can’t even scent any of their patrol. In Fact I couldn't hear or scent any animals or wildlife, almost like standing in a dead land.

He is a TRILLIONAIRE! Not only that, but he is also a Mafia boss. However, surprisingly, his mafia doesn't engage in killing like other criminal organizations. Instead, he protects people, which has earned him many enemies, or so I've heard. To be honest, I don't know much about him, and I have never really bothered to find out. This is because of what happened between us five years ago, on my birthday. Jessica and I made a pact to get extremely drunk on our 20th birthday. It was on that day that I met Bryan for the first time. Despite being my brother's best friend, I had never crossed paths with him before, unlike Jessica, who had spent a lot of time with him while growing up. This was bef

Never quite this personal. Ronan landed a solid hit with his fist to Elias’s jaw, feeling the satisfying crack of bone. Elias laughed, actually laughed, blood on his teeth, and drove his elbow into Ronan’s ribs hard enough to crack armor. They grappled, tumbled down the small hill, weapons lost somewhere in the mud. Claws and fangs came out. Ronan’s wolf surged under his skin, desperate to rip this thing apart. Elias’s eyes burned brighter, veins standing out black under pale skin as he tried to sink fangs into Ronan’s throat.

But the again, I never knew the standards of the bastard. “Yes, and most of the conversation would be including ideas, which you want to be yours” I said raising an eyebrow. Lorenzo frowned at my change of attitude, but toning my mood down, I sat on the chair and glared at him “the hotels, especially the Romanov line, would not be associated with any of your businesses. I do not have them as mafia safe grounds, but they do run by their own rules and security” “But them being safe grounds would give you a better income”

Though a deafening silence was overbearing on the empty road, the sound of their skin slapping filled the back seat of his luxurious car coupled with her stifled cries and his lustful growls. She was laying on her back, her long hair scattered beneath her while Kevin was on top of her, his hands on either side of her head as he thrust in her, deep and fast. With each passing second, his pace quickened, and his eyes remained focused on her face wanting to gauge the effect he had on her. It was tremendous. Insane! She was looking like a beautiful mess, all exposed and trembling beneath him as he rammed into her. Her dress was rolled up to her thighs, with tiny straps dangling down her shoulder

I say ending the call, sending them my location, driving back toward my club, they won't follow me into my streets, would they? I kept on driving, going through smaller turns, doing crazy reverses, I won't lie, fast and furious used to be one of my most favourite movies and it's showing in my driving. I was almost at the club, I expected my people to show up now, they should have made it now, why are they following me? I already got the message they sent with my own mate, I don't well I didn't expect them to do anything crazy, but clearly my opponent was playing dirty, he thinks if he kills me now the war would be over.

“You’re going to die, you bastard!” This can’t be happening, Ellie thought. She hadn’t struggled through the daily nightmare life had become for the past two months only to lose 416 now. She’d lived in constant fear of being discovered as a spy but witnessing 416’s continual defiance had given her the strength to face each day. For him she’d taken dangerous risks to collect enough evidence to set him and the other prisoners free.

And on Friday morning, another order for room service had been placed as early as 6:30, only for the waitress to meet no response from Frank's chamber but a sinisterly open door that afforded her the view of senator Frank's corpse in lying around in a pool of blood and his lady guest stripped stark naked, beaten to pulp, and tied to the bed frame. Coincidentally--perhaps not so--it was the second case of murder of top dogs in the city within the space of a week, and in a similar pattern at that. The first murder had struck earlier in the week when Henry West-gate, a famous tycoon in the city was set up for a car accident in his Jeep. It had been discovered that the middle-aged business tycoo

Of course, we are. “Faster”, Kill barks at Elliot, that puts his foot down and manoeuvres the car like a fucking maniac in the New York traffic. We arrive at the safe house, and I can tell Ashley is relieved, especially when she moves faster than usual to get out of the car and hug Killian. Her phone starts ringing, and she starts barking orders. Sometimes I forget that she is the leader of the Italian mafia in New York. She adapted so well to this life that it scared the fuck out of me.