Frank Iero Danger Days Novels & Stories

I muttered. Damien regarded me with penetrating intensity that set my teeth on edge. “Lorenzo knew what awaited him. A slow death, hours of brutal torture until he’d given up all his secrets. By provoking you, he got a quick death. And Rico is the Don of the Brotherhood… I know you’re angry and you have every right to be, but you can’t act impulsively. Rico’s men will kill you before you even make it past his gates.” “He’s been fucking my wife! You’re saying I’m supposed to just let that go? My kid could be his! You really want me to take the risk of Rico coming for him one day?”

I looked at my stupid alarm wondering why it hadn't woken me up earlier, and then ,i remembered I had actually spoilt it the last time it rang by hitting it so hard. It's been three days now , three days since that incident, since I got lost in the Forest and met him , for the first two days I kept thinking about him and his words , I think he's right ,I should have been greatful instead of being so scared of him or hurting him with my words ,but after the third day ,I decided to forget all about him . It isn't like we would meet again another day . When I was seven ,my grand mother had told me stories of the blood pack and made me believe they were the most dangerous,not only that , the mos

He swallowed hard and picked up his cell phone. [Hello, Mr. Carlos Dreke] He dialled a number and it reconnected. "Salve, signor Carlos Dreke." The person at the other side of the line called out respectfully in Italian. [Diago, prepare for my return, I will be summarising everything here tomorrow and returning in two days] "Diago, preparati per il mio ritorno, domani riassumerò tutto qui e tornerò tra due giorni." Carlos informed him. [May I asked why Sir? You had just gone to Seattle three days ago]

"That this weirdo is spending so much money on you. You haven't met this guy before, but he knows work is hard for you and how stressed you are with all the gossip. He misses your eyes, your beauty." Kali stared at the box. "How many times did you read that card." "Is that what matters now? Listen to me. This guy can be dangerous. If he is making fantasies in his head and convincing himself that there is a relationship between the two of you. He could do something dangerous one of these days." Kali seemed to understand where he was going. She immediately shifted from sceptical to worried. He didn't want to scare her, but it was something that they had to address.

I mean c’mon Julian…she’s been traumatized after walking in on me drenched in blood that day. My mind goes back to that day. It was a beautiful disaster. Stone worked overtime cleaning the mess and disposing of their bodies. It’s almost as if it never happened. Do I regret what I did that night? Call me fucked in the head but nope I don’t. Wanna know what makes me more fucked in the head? A few months ago we all got an email at work stating that Nicholas Solace was missing and any information would be greatly appreciated. I chuckled when I read it.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Amidst heavy breathing, Danger replied, “Our men are gone. The goods as well. I am the only one left.” Francesco rushed down the stairs after hearing Danger's words. He grabbed Danger's shirt, not caring about his condition. “Where are my goods?” He raged. “Marshall took them already,” Danger confessed and Francesco let go of him. He staggered backward then he slumped. “Quel bastardo morirà per mano mia.” Francesco snapped. “That bastard will die at my hands.”

I punched the wall with my hand which was already bruised. “What is that symbol?” Stone asked. “I don’t know,” the other man replied. “Never seen it before.” I heard Stone sigh. “What’s the report on the building?” “I just got word that we’ve got five casualties. The manager and four chefs. Thankfully, they were just about to open; if not, that number would’ve been a lot higher.” “Fuck,” I said as I realized the implication of what he just said. I knew the manager. His name was Javier Russo but I used to call him Papi Javi ever since I was a little boy. He was a family friend, and when I wanted to open Celené, I could think of nobody better to run her. And now he was dead.

Chapter Thirty Five Bisola looked around searching for Dapo, she saw him coiled up on one of the chairs, Bisola moved closer to him. “Are you okay?” she finally asked. Dapo sat right first. “We have just Ten minutes left to decide my fate, if I lose this campaign, I am done for, I have failed my father who worked hard for this place.” Dapo stood up and hold Bisola hand. “Bisola I am really scared, I have never been this scared in my life.”

I warned ferociously, leaving him shivering more as if he were electrocuted. "Now, let's do it. Pick your glasses, buddy." I said that and released my arms from him, dipping them inside my pocket. He swallowed, panting as he bent to pick up the eyeglasses. "I don't mind if you develop stroke or paralysis from being scared. Just do as I say now!" I scoffed, and he nodded, leading the way as I held his hand with a smile on my face. "Smile and act freely, man! You won't like what will happen to you and your family if anyone suspects me!" I threatened, and it was as if that brought him back to his senses. He glanced at me and took a deep breath.

I nod my head. “Words Ryan.” I bite back my anger as I mutter. “Yes.” “Good. Now get ready and go to work.” She says before walking away. I release a breath, so relieved that she's fucking out of my sight. I walk back into my room. Get rid of my pajamas pants and walk into the bathroom for a warm bath. I'm pissed off. My demons are screaming in my head. They want blood and it's a good thing they have one to spill. When I walked out from the bathroom, I received a message from my right hand man, Carlo. They caught the man who ran his mouth to the cops a few weeks ago.