I M More Dangerous Than You Novels & Stories

They knew saying something means death. When Ivan finally stood before Mara, he was already hysterical. He raised his hand and hit her across the face. “Take back your words.” hit. “Take back your words bitch.” another hit. “Everything. I gave you everything!” Punch after punch landed on her until she crumpled to the ground, defenseless but he didn't stop. Grandpa Santini's words weren't getting to him either. He'd shouted and shouted and he regretted not coming with his gun. Wheeling himself down the stairs is not an option too since he's afraid of falling and slipping into coma again.

I was here, in what’s considered the most dangerous city in the United States. If it weren’t for Kim, there’s no way I’d go through all this trouble, traveling so far just to fetch her damn documents. Damn her scatterbrain for always forgetting important stuff and dragging me into her personal courier service. Pulling my phone out of my bag, I dialed Kim’s number. I prayed she’d pick up quickly so that the incident that I won’t tell wouldn’t happen again like last time.

"I need to fuck you more" And just like that, he doesn't stop. It's like I awakened an angry beast. Wrapped up in our world, we fail to notice the danger hovering above us like a ticking bomb.

I wiped my face with the back of my hand and stood up slowly. I wouldn’t forget this pain. I wouldn’t bury it. I’d wear it like armor. Let it feed me. They think they got the mole. Cute. Let them think that. But the game’s not over. I’ll play it alone if I have to. Because I’ve got nothing left to lose. And that’s what makes me more dangerous than ever.

Last night, in a desperate attempt to distract myself from my miserable life, I ventured to a club, longing for an escape I decided to get laid one last time before committing my forever to him. Prayers filled my thoughts, eagerly wishing he'd reject me, I was so disgusted by his presence. The fear of potential harm haunted me, a troubling uncertainty about what might happen if he ever laid hands on me. Yet, today, I made the painful decision to proceed with the marriage. It was a pact, a promise to my brother Camillo and my friend Ivy, who were enjoying in their love and success.

I managed to let out as his grip on my neck tightened. His blue eyes darkened, “You should know better than to mess with me. I’m more dangerous than you think.” “I’m not afraid of you,” I bit out through gritted teeth. Truth was I wanted to keep taunting him because his hold on me turned me on in every way, and I know that’s a very twisted sadistic thing to say. “You’re begging to be hurt at this point,” he growled, his mouth dangerously close to mine. “Then hurt me. Show me how dangerous you can be, and I’ll show you I’m so much worse.”

“I don’t know. This isn’t an insult or anything, but you are the most dangerous person I’ve ever met.” I blinked, half-laughing. “What? Me? Dangerous?” I brushed my hair back and scoffed. “If I were dangerous, I’d have hit my mother-in-law with a chair by now. I’d have drowned Layla in the bathtub when she called me stupid. I’d have killed my father and my brother. And buried Logan and all his mistresses alive.”

"You've just declared war on the most dangerous man in town.” "I don't care if he's the most dangerous man in town, if he threatens me, if he thinks he's going to put his granddaughter on a silver platter for me," I replied simply. “He screwed up my life, so be smart enough to foresee that because of that I'm going to fuck up his whole future.” I didn't know why, but the damn smiled amused, crossed his arms, and nodded.

“That’s a new one. I like it. Makes me sound dangerous.” “You are dangerous,” I grumbled, but I was already smiling despite myself. “You’re dangerous and you know it. You use that stupid smile and those stupid hands and that stupid voice and suddenly I forget how tired I am and how sore I am and how much my entire life is currently on fire.”

The pain was too much and it made her numb. "What you hate me? No, I hate you more than anything." He said and looked very evil. He was really happy after seeing him so devastated. She looked at him and said, "You'll pay for this." She got up after placing Mr. K's head down carefully. "And I'll make you pay." She said and pointed the gun towards him. Her eyes were red and the pain was visible through them. She was right, a wounded tigress was much more dangerous.