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The air was electric, charged, ready to shatter. Adriana’s voice, when it came, was low and cold as steel. “So this is the game we’re playing.” Isabella smiled sweetly, withdrawing her hand. “Careful, darling. Games are dangerous when you don’t know the rules.” Adriana’s eyes locked on Damian’s. “Then it’s time someone rewrote them.” The storm inside him broke loose—but before he could speak, a gunshot cracked in the distance. Shouts erupted from the hall. The game had just turned deadly.

Sweat the size of a corn seed poured down the guards' foreheads. They did not expect, in front of their eyes right now was one of the largest mafia members in the country. And that terrible man was—, "Lu—Lucy ...." . . . Hi ... thanks for reading 'Dangerous Man', sorry for the inconvenience. I will revise the previous chapter to make it even better. Don't forget to leave your review guys!: D

Today, she was in a bad mood and insisted on watching the deathmatch, so he was here to keep her company. I screamed for Alex, begged him for help, but he was convinced I was an assassin in disguise. Because Scarlett laughed and said the game needed to be more exciting. So he pressed the button. Vicious patrol dogs hunted me. My water broke, mixing with blood on the ground. I was in agony. The game hit its climax as more dogs and gunmen closed in from all sides. Everyone was betting on who would be the next to die. Alex smiled, his voice a low, careless drawl, "I’ll bet on that filthy pregnant woman to die."

Silence. Tight. Dangerous. His eyes didn’t leave the file. “What did you read?” “Enough.” That was the wrong answer. Because now There was no stopping what came next.

They had received their answer. And now, stripped of ambiguity and pretense, the game entered its most dangerous phase. Not quiet pressure. Not containment. Not definition. Action. And this time, it wouldn’t be subtle. Because nothing unsettled entrenched power more than certainty. And we had just made ours impossible to misunderstand.

She walked ahead while I trailed behind her. . . . Natalie's P. O. V It was a mall, but it did have a lot of things that interested me, from the restaurant to the supermarket, to boutiques... Everything. But the one I especially took interest in was the gaming center. I spent a great deal of time there, trying out all the games. " No, no, no! Don't die! " Xander murmured. I smiled smugly. " How did you learn like this?" Xander's asked, turning to me.

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.

Ethan had hated knowing the man was not around to call when he got in a tight spot. But above everything else about the job, Ethan liked the danger and the thrills he got when he outmaneuvered his opponents. It was like a game to him. He’d always been good at it. When he was a kid, he’d played paintball wars with all his friends. He’d always won. His high school buddies hadn’t realized the game wasn’t about shooting but about strategy, something he was really good at. Ethan tried to close his eyes while keeping on alert. He felt his muscles relax one at a time until finally he could focus on the sounds around him, listening for anything out of the ordinary. But he could hear only the gentle

My mouth is so dry that it's painful to even open them. “I’m sorry I’m late, darling.” I scoop away, my hands trembling as I watched him stand before me. His eyes…they held a dangerous gaze that could make even the bravest of men tremble in fear. My heart pounded in my chest as the rain and thunder clashed outside, serving to only further increase my anxiety. The situation seemed almost surreal, like this was something taken out of a dream or nightmare. He didn't move an inch, just stood there watching me with those icy eyes of his.

Finally, with a resolute nod, he stepped aside, his faith in my decision evident in his expression. I moved swiftly towards the door, adrenaline coursing through my veins, drowning out the noise and fear that threatened to consume me. The clashing sounds from above grew louder and more chaotic. My heart raced in my chest as I pushed open the heavy door of the safehouse, revealing a world engulfed in chaos. The scene before me was a harrowing tableau of battle, a nightmare brought to life. Bodies lay strewn across the ground, both enemy soldiers and members of Freda's pack. The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood and the haunting echoes of death.