Dangerous Company
793 Words
Chapter 4
Hazel was polishing the glass table in the living room when the heavy front doors swung open. She straightened, heart skipping a beat when two unfamiliar men walked in, both exuding the same intimidating aura as Eros.
The first man had tousled sandy-brown hair, a boyish grin, and sharp hazel eyes that seemed to twinkle with mischief. He looked like trouble—but the playful, charming kind. He wore a leather jacket over a black shirt, his hands casually tucked into his pockets as he glanced around the house.
The second man was his opposite. Dark-haired, tall, with cold steel-blue eyes and a jawline as sharp as a blade. He had the air of someone who rarely smiled and didn’t need to. His navy suit was perfectly tailored, his black shirt unbuttoned just enough to hint at carelessness. He carried danger like it was stitched into his skin.
“Who’s this?” the sandy-haired man asked, nodding toward Hazel with an easy smirk.
Hazel’s cheeks heated under their scrutiny. “I—I work here,” she stammered.
The dark-haired one tilted his head, his gaze lingering on her for a beat too long. “Interesting,” he murmured, his tone unreadable.
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Before Hazel could retreat, Eros appeared at the top of the stairs. He had changed into a dark gray suit, his presence instantly filling the space.
“Jay. Genova,” Eros said with a faint smile—something Hazel didn’t see often. “You’re late.”
Jay—Hazel assumed he was the playful one—laughed. “When have I ever been on time?” He turned to Hazel with a wink. “And who might you be, sweetheart?”
Hazel flushed. “Hazel… sir.”
“Hazel, huh? Cute name.” Jay’s grin widened.
Eros’s sharp gaze cut to Jay. “Don’t flirt with my staff.”
Jay held his hands up in mock surrender, chuckling. “Relax, brother. Just being friendly.”
Genova remained silent, his icy gaze sweeping over Hazel once more before he turned to Eros. “We should talk,” he said simply, his voice deep and smooth.
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The three men disappeared into Eros’s study, but Hazel’s curiosity got the better of her. She quietly walked past the study door, which was slightly ajar, and caught bits of their conversation.
“… shipment arrives tomorrow night,” Genova was saying. “But there’s been chatter about the Rossi family interfering.”
Jay’s voice followed, more relaxed but still serious. “If they mess with us again, I say we take the gloves off. It’s been too long since we reminded them who runs this city.”
Hazel’s breath caught. Shipment? Rossi family? Were they talking about business—or something darker?
Then she heard Eros’s voice, low and commanding. “No unnecessary blood. We’ll handle this cleanly. Genova, I want you on the docks. Jay, you’ll stay with me.”
Hazel’s pulse quickened. She had stumbled into a conversation she wasn’t supposed to hear. She stepped back—too quickly.
The floorboard creaked.
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“Hazel.”
His voice froze her in place. She turned slowly to see Eros standing in the doorway, his dark eyes like storm clouds. Jay and Genova stood behind him, both watching her with curiosity.
“I—I wasn’t—” Hazel began, her voice trembling.
Eros walked toward her, his presence overwhelming. He stopped just inches away, leaning slightly so that his voice brushed her ear. “How much did you hear?”
“Nothing,” she whispered.
He smiled faintly, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Lies don’t suit you, Hazel.” He straightened, his tone turning sharp. “You need to understand something—this house, my world, is not safe for curious girls. One word of what you heard, and…” He let the sentence trail off, but the threat was clear.
Jay chuckled from behind them. “She’s cute when she’s scared.”
Eros shot him a glare. “Enough, Jay.”
Genova, quiet and calculating, spoke for the first time. “Should we trust her?”
Hazel’s heart skipped.
“Yes,” Eros said after a long pause, his gaze never leaving hers. “Because she knows better than to test me again.”
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That night, Hazel tossed and turned in bed. The conversation replayed in her mind like a haunting melody. Shipment. Rossi family. Blood.
Eros wasn’t just a ruthless billionaire. He was something more dangerous. And now, Jay and Genova—their mere presence screamed that whatever they were involved in was bigger than she imagined.
But a part of Hazel, against all reason, felt drawn to their dark, powerful world. Drawn to him.
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