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It would tear through our ranks, through our fragile alliances, devouring hope and turning everything we’d built into ash. “She’s strong,” Henry finally said, his voice rough with a mix of awe and fear. “But that strength—it’s like a blade with no sheath. She’s reckless, dangerous even, when it comes to protecting the people she loves. She’ll burn down everything around her if it means keeping them safe. Whatever she’s doing now… she’s convinced it’s the only way. And that kind of belief?” He glanced at me, eyes haunted. “That’s the most dangerous thing of all.”

“It’s more than that, Carina. Henry… he’s not just holding a grudge. He’s obsessed. And he’s dangerous.” I stopped pacing and turned to face them. “Dangerous how? You’re making it sound like he’s some kind of… villain out of a movie.” Miguel’s lips twisted into a grim smile. “He might as well be. Henry has powerful friends, Carina. Friends who can make people disappear, who can track someone down no matter where they run.” A cold chill ran down my spine. “Are you saying he… he followed me here? That he knows where I am?”

“…At Velvet Fang.” Everything inside me stilled. Gunfire. Chaos. Blood. The memory hit sharp and fast. My gaze locked onto the retreating car—now distant, but not gone. Something in the air shifted. Danger. Real. Close. I leaned back slowly, my eyes darkening. “Turn around.” Henry hesitated. “…Sir?” “Follow that car.” His grip tightened. “Sir… that’s how it started last time.” I didn’t blink. “I don’t care.”

“It’s my first time I’ve seen him fancy someone. I think, obsessed. That’s the right word to use.” The way he’s looking at me is as if he pities me. I think I should be pitied though, for catching the attention of someone as Ryan. I have always known that Ryan is sick in the head. My encounters with him back in college and recently says it all. I also know that those good boy acts he played back in college were just a facade. I saw something else hidden inside of him. Something dangerous.

Maybe I should delete it then I'd tell Avani this was insane and I wasn't doing it. Should— My phone rang, it was sienna. "Hey," I answered. "Diego. Listen. I need to tell you something about Felton D'Angelo." "What about him?" "Be careful. He's not—he's not what he seems." "What does that mean?" "It means he's dangerous. It means people who get close to him tend to disappear. It means—" She stopped. "Just be careful. Okay?" "Sienna, what are you talking about?"

His voice was low and serious as he began to speak, his words filled with a mixture of concern and warning. "Camilla, I need you to understand the gravity of the situation we find ourselves in," Lucas said, his voice steady but filled with urgency. "These workers, this warehouse... it's all part of a dangerous operation involving drugs. If you ever lied to me, if you ever got involved in any way, the consequences could be dire." Camilla's heart pounded in her chest as she listened to Lucas's words. She had never imagined being caught up in something so dangerous. The realization hit her like a cold wave, making her feel small and trapped.

The gun slipped from his grip and skidded across the floor, far out of reach. Thomas slowly opened his eyes, confusion filling his mind as he realized he was unharmed. A wave of immense relief washed over him, and without wasting time, he quickly got up from the floor. Meanwhile, Mr. Hawthorne deftly lifted Mr. Merrick’s body. Their eyes met in the shared darkness. “Stop this, Dominic,” Mr. Hawthorne said, gripping his opponent’s collar tightly. “Stop? Do you think this can just be stopped? You’re the one who started all this, Kinsley.”

"Promise?" "I promise. But, Allison, don’t try to reach me. Just wait for my call." His words set off alarms in my head. Why couldn’t I call him? Was something wrong? "Are you in danger?" I blurted out, the fear creeping into my voice. Clyde chuckled softly. "No, baby. I’m not in danger. It’s the opposite, really." "Opposite? What does that mean?" My anxiety spiked, but Clyde deflected with another soft laugh.

“He must be important then. Because if he's not, only I will be enough for him instead of eight of us.” However, at the back of the club, there's another group waiting with bated breaths for the moment they will slid into the bar through the back door and eliminate their new prey. But when they heard the sound of the gun which had been shot by the first group, they were cautious and curious. “Everyone has started running.” A man from group two said in panic. “Where did the sound come from?” Their boss asked. “It seemed to be coming from everywhere.” A tiny voice answered. “What's happening?”

she whispered, tilting her chin up, “you’d be punished. Maybe worse. You’d still risk it, wouldn’t you?” Henry’s hands clenched against his thighs. He wanted to grab her, press her against the nearest wall and taste the mouth that teased him daily. His entire body screamed for it. But she was forbidden. “I can’t—” “Yes, you can.” Her voice was soft, coaxing, wicked. She touched his chest lightly, right where his heartbeat thrashed beneath his uniform. That single touch undid him. Henry caught her wrist, but instead of pushing her away, he dragged her closer. Her body slammed against his, warm and trembling. He bent his head, lips brushing hers like a warning. “You’re dangerous, Colette.”