Fast And Furious Books Novels & Stories

As always, The Judge was all business. “Cut the crap, Judge, is that asshole you call a boss there?” Fang's voice was sharp. He was just as much a force to be reckoned with as The Judge. Maybe not as bloodthirsty but he had enough blood on his hands. He had to in order to lead one of the biggest chapters of the Savage Sons in America. He hadn’t made it to president and held it for over fifteen years by not getting his hands dirty. I shook my head. “No, he’s out. Had an errand to run.”

In the meantime, if you haven't, you can be reading my other books on this app accordingly: - The Falling [Vol 1] & The Falling Of Us [Vol 2] (CEO & Family Drama) - The Retired Gang Leader (Mafia) - Hurt Me Again (Friends into lovers type of thing? I'm not sure lol but its definitely Angst) - Yes, Mr Daniels (Office Romance) Hope you do enjoy them. Stay Safe! Love ya!

A/N :- The 'Flames of Obsessiveness second series' consists of 10 books, including three stand-alone novels. You can explore my profile for the three Stand-Alone books from the second series. This second series continues the stories of the children of the Kashyap, Grey, Miller, Rathore, and Khanna from the 'Waves of Possessiveness first series'. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ •Book 1) His BLIND REVENGE Tropes :-

“I also know that you put your thumb inside your fist when you’re angry or anxious, which you are most of the time.” “You’re too unpredictable.” “I’m unpredictable?” She bobbed her head. “You smile a lot, unlike other Mafiosos, which I think is a mask for your darker side.” I let out a sardonic laugh and said, “Always works doesn’t it? Humour is a deadlier medicine than violence.” She tilted her head, giving me access to the crook of her neck. I kissed the rim of her jaw and asked, “Do you know my most favourite habit of yours?” She didn’t answer. “You chew on the arrow of your upper lip when you’re immersed in writing. Makes you look fucking sexy. Makes me want to bite your lips.”

Me: I have no clue he hasn’t told me and I wasn’t going to pry for information Ellie: he got tangled up in a on track accident he couldn’t miss and then he beat the shit out of the guy in a in the pits fight he almost got arrested and the guy is still in the hospital Logan almost killed someone and he stayed the night at my house last night. This can’t be happening. I send him a message because now I’m freakin scared to be around him. Me to Logan: hey so I think it would be best if we don’t see each other any more. Last night was fun and good luck with your meeting.

What a spiteful little man, she thought. Caitlin wasted no time. She cracked open the first book, an old tome from the nineteenth century, thick, leather-bound. As she turned its frail and brittle pages, she went into speed-reading mode, reading the pages faster than she ever had in her life, looking for keywords, places, locations, ideas. Anything that would lead to another book, another idea, another lead, another clue. Anything with substance.

In the next moment she felt them painting the tight skin of her anus. She tensed herself against the expected intrusion but when it came she welcomed it, icy hot sensations like flames wrapped in snow shot through her and the walls of her pussy quivered with need. She pushed herself against the fingers, trying to force them in further. "That's it," Gabe said. "Ride my fingers, Rachel. Let me feel the inner muscles of your ass tighten around them. God, you are so hot and tight. Every time I take you here it's like the first time. Sometimes when I'm undercover in that terrorist cell, waiting for whatever's coming next, I think about fucking your ass. With my cock, with my fingers, any way I ca

My stomach plummeted straight into my shoes. “Richard, what the actual fuck?! Slow down.” I snapped, my voice pitching high enough to compete with the horns. But of course, Mister Fast & Furious didn't. He just frowned at the road, foot pressing harder on the gas like my panic was his background music. Outside my window the city smeared into a watercolor, buildings melting into streaks of neon and gray. He drove like rage itself had hijacked the wheel, like proving his point was worth both of us crashing in flames. The bastard didn't stop until we reached my company's parking lot.

He couldn’t last an hour with a captive enemy, man or woman. This was why he was known for being more ruthless than even Dimitri. Running his fingers through his hair in frustration, he heads out of the warehouse and gets into his Bugatti Chiron. He knew this car was incredibly flashy, but the thrill of driving it excited him way too much. He sped away from the warehouse, seething that yet another lead ended up being a dud. If he didn’t find the snitch soon, he would lose his empire. They were already losing thousands by the day.

Enough of the abrupt change caused me to stop. "What the fuck—?" Lucas started, his hand grabbing for his gun naturally. Gideon's facial expression stayed the same. "It's starting," he stated only once. The door to the room suddenly crashed open. Figures—dark, sinister figures—pushed in from all directions. Like shadows, they moved quickly and I could hardly follow them. "Fall down!" Finn yelled and dragged me behind him as the first of the figures shot at us. There was chaos. The room echoed with glass breaking, shouts, and gunlicks. Though my body was responding on instinct, adrenaline pumping through my veins, I had no idea who was firing at who or why.