Shout Out Danger Force Novels & Stories

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“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.

“Let’s see if they can reach you before it does.” The prototype lunged. Lena screamed. Level Six — Elias & Alexander Elias dropped to his knees suddenly. Alexander grabbed him. “Elias—hey—HEY! What’s wrong?!” Elias’s eyes widened in horror. “She’s in danger. Something’s coming for her—something strong.” Alexander tightened his grip. “Then we MOVE!” Elias roared, surged to his feet— And blasted the last door open with a flash of gold. They ran. Down the stairs.

He dialed the boss's number and put me on the call. "Hello, sir," he greeted. "How's the operation going?" my boss asked. "Things are going south fast," Danger reported. "We need backup, pronto." "Hold tight, I've got a team waiting for you at Yellow Sand Road," the boss replied. I couldn't help but smile at the prospect of a high-stakes rescue. "Get here in one piece, and let's show these wannabes who's boss," he added before hanging up.

“One more thing. Until this ends, don’t call it a partnership out loud.” His eyes flashed with danger.

I could hear their roars, the signal shot had been made. Good. That meant we had a chance. “Go!” I shouted at Allison, pushing her forward. “Don’t stop running!” She moved, dragging Juliet along while her mother held Jake close. They were shaking, terrified—but they were moving. That was all that mattered. We fought our way through. Every step forward cost something. I fired again. Scar took one down before he could even aim. Diego covered our flank. The sound of bullets hitting concrete, bodies dropping, water rushing—it all blurred together.

His weapon clattered to the ground. Danger, Francesco’s consigliere, lunged. His knife found flesh, ripping through the side of a man swinging a rusted crowbar. The man grunted, staggering back, clutching his ribs. Blood seeped between his fingers. Danger’s shot rang out, missing Scar by inches. Scar fired back — three quick shots. One hit Danger's shoulder, spinning him. Another man swung a machete, aiming for Danger's neck. He ducked, rolled, and came up with his knife slicing through tendons. The man screamed, dropping his blade.

"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.

Adrenaline burst through my veins as I quickly pulled out my gun, clicking the safety off immediately while my hand shook in pain. Eric was a much better shot than I could ever be, and I knew that. The entire club was now in chaos. Women and men screamed as they rushed for the exits. As terrifying as this situation was, I couldn't help but feel excited. That was what the adrenaline was doing to me, and since it was mixed with alcohol, it was incredibly dangerous. The hooded figure had suddenly vanished amongst the chaos. That was Salvatore. He was here. "You must be the famous Salvatore!" Eric growled as he stepped in front of me. He held his ground, and his gun didn't shake in his hand.

It is the kind of smile that belongs to a man who has just decided the game will be more dangerous if he sits close enough to touch the blade. By four o’clock, Julian Hart will be sitting across from him. By four o’clock, Adrian will remind him that beautifully written humiliation still has consequences.