Frank Iero Danger Days Novels & Stories

Her voice was smooth and dangerous; it did not rise, but it carried a coldness that made Jack’s jaw tighten. “Don’t try that with me,” Jack growled. “You shot my men. You stole my ledger. You used my name to make your move. That’s a war.” Scarlett’s expression did not change. She lifted a hand and two shots cracked like thunderclaps. The sound ripped through the air, and two figures next to Jack folded forward with dull thunks as they hit the ground. One boy made a small, terrible noise and did not move again. The other lay still, winded but breathing. Blood darkened his coat where it hit the concrete.

“You think I don’t see it? The way you flinch at every sound now? The way you avoid your own damn room?” “I’m just tired—” “No, Christy. You’re scared. And I don’t blame you.” I didn’t answer. He walked up to me, then stopped just inches away. “You were supposed to be safe here.” I forced a small smile. “You say that like this place isn’t run by the mafia.” He didn’t laugh. Instead, he reached out and touched my chin. “I’m trying, Christy.” His voice was softer now. “I know,” I said.

she related with tears streaming down her cheeks. “Who did this?! Could it be the hotel we lodged earlier?” He asked, looking lost. “I don't think so. Our sex during the engagement party was part of the video, our sex during Ryker's party was also amongst the video. Someone was there recording the whole time!” She cried. “Who could that be?” He asked, looking at her in dismay. “How do I know? Right now, our lives are in danger. My brothers would come for us. If they don't hurt me, they'll definitely hurt you. And Sophia, she'll kill me!! She takes no nonsense with her love life!!” She cried in front of him.

She would usually go through with every dare, and had a pretty hot streak going. "Becky the daredevil!" Steve chanted excitedly. That was her name, and she was proud of it. Steve looked at Becca and Demitri, smirking. He then whispered something into Kendra's ear. Kendra laughed and Becca started regretting her choice.

“In front of everyone. You don’t understand how that looked.” There was a pause, then his tone softened, dark velvet. “You don’t understand the kind of enemies I have, Amara. Leaving like that… it puts you in danger.” Her throat tightened. The danger part wasn’t new but the way he said it was. Like it wasn’t a threat, but a warning. “Dante—” “Lock your doors,” he interrupted quietly. “And don’t trust anyone tonight.” The line went dead. She stared at her phone, pulse hammering.

, he answered. Idris had been on edge all day. He was trying to keep it together while having deliciously made dinner with Natasha, but his phone kept buzzing with messages and missed calls. He knew what it was about - one of his boys was running a risky job, and they needed him to give the go-ahead. He didn't want to involve Natasha in his shady dealings, so he excused himself and stepped outside to take the call. Natasha was suspicious about his attitude but waved off the thoughts immediately. It wasn't her business what Idris was up to.

The action shocked everyone. Sabrina gasped, her hand covering her mouth. “Tristan...” she whispered in fear. “What have you been doing while I was in Switzerland?!” Tristan shouted angrily. Sal clutched his bleeding head, and Marc could only watch his friend with concern. “There were five of you, but none of you could carry out my orders?!” Tristan’s sharp gaze swept across his three companions before he continued, “Frankie and Ricky, they’re still not here?!” Marc mustered the courage to answer, “It seems... they’re on their way.”

The Death lord had spared no one that crossed his path but he let Ella go which pained Diane. Diane grabbed a gun from one of the guards hand and shot towards Ella but the Cyprus was fast enough to push her away just in time. Ella eyes widened in shock, she was almost killed, her heart beat increased, her legs felt numbed. The Death lord eyes widened when he saw that Diana almost shot Ella. He clenched his jaw as he walked dangerously to Diana who was pissed off. Diana felt like killing Cyprus for pushing Ella away. "How dare you!" She shouted at Cyprus in anger.

“He’s forcing you to go with him?” “Leandra’s staying with me,” Marco answered before I could. Pedro’s gaze darted back to me. “You’re kidding, right?” “Just ten days,” I insisted. “I’ll be back before classes start.” “You’re staying with the guy who brought back your nightmares?” Pedro threw the words like daggers, making sure to glance at Marco as he said “nightmares.” Marco’s grip on my waist loosened. I shot Pedro a glare, silently pleading for him to stop, but he was in his I-don't-want-to-listen-to-you-because-you-don't-make-sense mode. “Do you even know, man, that Leanne’s been having nightmares for days because of you? That she’s been surviving on nothing but coffee and—”

“Don't panic. I'm going to get us out of here, and we'll find a doctor, okay?” “There's no time!” I grabbed his forearm, my knuckles turning white. “I think the baby is in danger. You have to help me,” I said, desperation filling my voice. A man who had dabbled so much in death and violence was suddenly faced with the one thing he couldn't control: life. Meanwhile, outside, I could hear the faint sound of sirens and the distant shouting of recovery teams. “Alright, Mariella. Give me sec.” Luciano said, with a firm resolve in his voice. “We'll get through this. Just breathe.”