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My eyes trailed the book lying on the table. “Look at it, animal!” She yelled, applying more pressure on the knife. I felt my blood oozing out as it pierced my skin. “It says everything about your kind! That death…and the person behind it…must be killed! And I’ll see to that! They are dangerous…even for your kind,” she yelled. I didn’t know what else to do, but laughter just escaped my mouth. It threw her back a little, but I just kept going until she picked up the gun again.

“Then I suppose I’ll just have to keep proving you wrong.” His hand drifted lower, tracing the curve of her waist, pressing her tighter against the hard wood behind her. Her breath hitched. He was so close—too close. His scent wrapped around her, intoxicating—leather, spice, danger. And worst of all? She didn’t want to move away. A Dangerous Game Rafael’s lips brushed over her jaw, soft but deliberate. A test. A taunt. A warning. Sophia’s fingers curled into fists, her nails biting into her palms.

Nikolai said softly, “that most fortified structures collapse from internal pressure. And I want to meet the devil, Alejandro.” Silence engulfed us again. And beneath that silence… Something far more dangerous lingered. Because this was no longer territory versus territory. This was, will versus will. Mind versus mind. Predator versus predator. “You’re a dangerous man, Vassiliou.” His smile was faint and satisfied. “So are you.” A beat passed and then another. Neither of us stepped back. Neither of us retreated. Because retreat implied imbalance. And imbalance implied weakness. “You didn’t say no,” he said quietly.

--- And as the hunter closed in— As the line between trap and target blurred beyond recognition— One final truth emerged: --- The most dangerous hunts— --- Are the ones where both sides believe they’re in control.

Somewhere beneath all the fear and confusion and the impossible reality of wolves, tokens, and destiny. I realized I wasn't just starting to like him. I was starting to want him. And that was the most dangerous part. END OF CHAPTER 7.

If the Ghost Unit wanted a fight, they wouldn't get a war—they would get the truth, and that, he suspected, was something far more dangerous. The wind picked up, swirling the trash and debris of the alley into a miniature storm. The silence returned, but it wasn't the heavy, oppressive silence of the safehouse. It was the silence of anticipation, the calm before a much larger storm. And as they vanished into the labyrinth of the city, Elias understood that the real descent had only just begun. The ledger was the key, the fire was the distraction, and the game—the truly brutal, human game—was now entirely their own to play. They would move through the shadows, they would exploit the gaps, and

"It’s a homecoming." As they began to gear up, the word count of their journey continued to climb, much like the body count in the streets above. They were no longer running. They were hunting. And the Russians were about to find out that a Moretti with nothing to lose was the most dangerous creature in the world.

He's in the Viva family and he has to stay no matter what. ​Victor stares at his laptop screen blankly. His eyes emotionless. His private office dominated with novels on the shelves seems to be a void to him. Victor is the author of several best selling crime thrillers. He has been writing for over twenty years but as of lately he can't. His imagination is blocked as he can't even type on a word. He does not know what the problem is. He has taken walks around the parks. Read other books. Even lied on the cold tiles whether something good would come out of it but nothing yet. Catherine opens the door and walks in.

“You idiot! You ungrateful daughter. Stupidity is the reason why your mother died early. You're a worthless piece of shit!” Emily cried even more as he gestured to the police to move Dr. Morris to the mobile car. He was afraid that something would happen at any minute to Emily's baby. *** The house was filled with a cry and gentle tone from two women. Nimueh let Emily cry on her shoulder while he was walking back and forth in front of them. “The baby is not mine. Why did you not tell me about this ahead of? You put my family in danger.” He stopped from questioning and analyzing everything when a hard thing touched his head. He looked at the floor where the thick book landed flat then to Nimu

I had no other choice, but to keep playing this dangerous game, taking a gamble more precarious than playing a Russian roulette. “If you say so…” I tried acting without care to what he said before. “Would you wish to find out?” he sneered, then suddenly stood up, grabbed my hand, and pulled me closer to him. He did it so hard, he almost made me get on the table. I became petrified in instant. He was too strong for me to get myself loose from his grip. His face was so close I could feel his breath on my cheek. I turned my head away from him frantically wondering what was he about to do. I was terrified.