Captivated by Danger (The Danger Family, #2)

by Endiya Carter

The day I turned fourteen, my father established that our relationship was different. He was still my father, but he was more my best friend. His explanation was that he didn’t want to raise us the way his father raised him, with an iron fist. However, I couldn’t speak candidly with him in front of my mother.

i don’t know if thats a good thing or not but okay dad

He smirked. “You are a Danger, Diesel. These little sluts will do anything to stroke your ego. Women are going to always want shine off your name, and you’ll do well to remember that. Screaming means absolutely nothing. I’ll tell you how you know you’re pleasing a woman…better yet, I’ll show you.”

um…

I didn’t have to ask where we were because I knew it was one of my dad’s side chick’s places that he paid for, well, I paid for.

COME AGAIN?!?

My mom been watching his statements since he got caught up last year. She’d let him off the hook soon, like she always did. He’d just recently gotten caught getting his dick sucked by his secretary.

well goddamn how long has he been cheating on his wife?

This wasn’t the first time my father used me to cover for his cheating. He’d leave me in the car while he visited various women. Only recently had he started bringing me inside. I was the chosen one because Declan couldn’t keep his mouth closed about anything. Our mom was his best damn friend, and she loved it. She loved that she could get information from Declan, only for her not to do anything about it.

bringing your kids to cover your ass on cheating off their mother is beyond crazy…and her ass STILL stayed?

“See, son… sex is not all about screaming. The real way to know if you’re pleasing your woman is to pay close attention to her body… feel her heart rate rise,”

“One, she lets me do it. Nothing a little shopping spree won’t fix, unless it gets out into her social circles. Make no mistake, I love your mother. With everything in me, might I add. Your mother knew when she first met me that I had a huge appetite. Very huge appetite for stuff that she doesn’t let me do. Two, the reason I won’t ever leave her alone for real is because I can’t control her. It’s like I still chase your mother til’ this day. She’s a wild card and I love her for that.”

hmm whatever works for them i guess

Grams: When you get here. That response sent my mind into overdrive. I was sure that it was about Perris and Kyle. The two people that ripped my heart out, stomped on it, and then ran it over with a car.

oh boy

Although I had tough days teaching first graders—a lot of tough days— they still gave me joy.

I really hate the old generation sometimes. Everything ain’t about forgiveness, or family, or whatever. Sometimes you have to crack a mothafucka upside they head and go on about your life.

PREACH ELLE!

“Oh, fuck the family! You know what! You let the family in your house, and the family fucked…”

FUCKED MY HUSBAND! i love soul food so much

Elle was the type of friend that never tore you down without lifting you up and it’s why I appreciated her, probably more than I showed. We’d been friends since middle school and we were like two peas in the pod, even though we were on two different sides of the spectrum now. She was loud, outgoing, and very fun while I was quiet and reserved. She really had to push me to have fun. Another reason why I appreciated her.

we all need a friend like elle

“You know tonight is the engagement party, and⁠—” “Grams, no.” “—have you thought about attending?” she finished her sentence like she hadn’t heard me tell her no. “No, I haven’t thought about attending. Why would I go to my ex-husband’s engagement party to…my…cousin,” I asked calmly.

OH HELL NO—ain’t no way ain’t no way!

My eyes watered and my cheeks burned from anger. There were so many words in my throat that I just couldn’t bring myself to say. I wanted to tell her had she not thrown me off on Kyle when I turned eighteen, I’d probably have saved myself the heartache, stress, and pain. The suffering in silence would have never happened. I couldn’t believe—well, I could—that my grandma wants me to get over her other daughter’s daughter hurting me.

forcing her to witness her ex-husband marrying her cousin isn’t gonna solve shit so now what?

Every time my grandma just needed to be honest, it always ended with my feelings being hurt. “You made it so easy for him to… you know. With the depression… and the weight gain. I don’t mean to be unkind, dear. You know I love you.”

she would’ve gotten cussed out idc

She talked as if I just woke up and became depressed. I carried a child to term and lost it. That would make anyone depressed. Depression wasn’t an excuse for him to plow into my cousin.

AND THEY STILL WANT HER TO—BRO….they cannot be this dense. they’re making it like it’s her fault like wtf!

Well, I hadn’t ever been a size two, but I wasn’t near about as big as I was now. After high school, I was probably a size fourteen, but then getting married, becoming a homebody, and the loss of my child, and then my husband, I’d ballooned to a size twenty-two. Being five foot seven and knocking on the door of three hundred pounds, I looked and felt sicker than I’d ever been.

and the fact her family doesn’t try to understand grey is infuriating me

“Plus, if I don’t do what she says, she’ll just remind me that it’s her house and I need to do what she say do, or I need to look for my own place. And then, when I start looking for my own place, or somewhere else to live, she’ll come in here with a crying spiel talking about I don’t love her anymore. You know how she does.”

so she’s an emotional manipulator as well 🙄

“And don’t forget that you’re my favorite beautiful daughter.” “I’m your only daughter.” “Even better.”

🥹

I couldn’t help but to smile because she looked just like a freaking baby doll. The prettiest chunky baby with perfect cheeks. I had to blink back the tears, thinking about how my own child would look now.

🥺

I’d been hearing the rumors of him stepping out but did not believe it because they were insinuating that he was stepping out with my cousin. My cousin had broken up with her boyfriend around the time that I’d lost my baby, so she’d moved in with me to help me out. We were close. She wouldn’t do that to me.

those backstabbing bitches

“So, we know this is pretty early and won’t hold this against any of you if you can’t make it, but we have decided to move our wedding to…” She looked at Kyle and smiled. “May 1st.”

oh i know she did that shit on purpose

My father introduced me to the art of controlling a woman and it changed my life forever. I’d been perfecting my craft for nearly twenty years. It turned me on to have a woman completely under my control, at my mercy. It was even better when they loved it as much as I did. It was easy to tell the difference between the women who were there for the perks and the women who loved it. Ironically, I loved the type of women that were only there for the perks. They didn’t particularly enjoy the lifestyle, but for a month or two, they could pretend, so they could get whatever they asked for.

sooo diesel is somewhat sadistic is what i’m getting…

There were colorful flowers all over. Small Easter baskets were full of chocolates and other types of candies. Quinci really livened up the place. For the most part, people loved it, and if they didn’t, they’d do well to keep it to themselves.

For me, I loved to see women come out of their shells. It’s why I normally went for the timid women. The women who were unsure of who they were in that moment or even in life. It felt good to instill confidence in them since I couldn’t give them a relationship.

My mother didn’t trust me or my dad. She had every right not to because she knew I covered for my dad most of the time. Fuck. All the time. Financially and physically, I covered for him.

wow this family is something else boy

What little relationship we had left, diminished after I told her she could have left anytime she got ready. He kept cheating because she put up with it. I told her; I’d rather help preserve her feelings than flat out tell her just for her to stay anyways. Because of that, our relationship wasn’t the greatest, but it wasn’t the worst either.

meaning she loves you but can’t trust you. she would rather stay in a loveless marriage…

Did I want a lifelong partner? Sure, but if that lifelong partner didn’t understand my lifestyle, then they simply wouldn’t be a part of my life.

tuh wait until you meet grey mccree

“Quinci is… different. We are a few weeks shy of our first year of marriage and I still wake up, scared that she might leave me, even though I knew I hadn’t done anything. Being with someone who doesn’t give a damn about my money is hard because you really have to be a decent human being. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t flirt or nothing because a bag or a trip couldn’t fix it. Never thought that I’d be with a woman, and not even think about being with another woman. This shit feels good.”

awww he’s so in love 🥹

Over the last couple years, my brother and I have grown closer. After hearing in detail about everything he was dealing with internally, regarding our family, I’d stopped being so hard on him.

good

“Alright. I got it, bro. You would want a woman that is just as career-driven as you, so y’all would work all the time, barely seeing each other. Only have a scheduled dinner once, maybe twice a week. Probably have an appointment at Chokers twice a month. You have about two subs that you’ll want to maintain, promising to never embarrass her with a scandal like your father had. What else? Of course, she’ll be able to do whatever she wants. Basically, you want a boring ass, statistical ass marriage like your parents.”

dymon read his ass

May 1st, 2018 I was in the middle of watching The Price is Right when I’d suddenly got a weird feeling in my stomach, making me adjust in the bed. Being nine months pregnant, every way I slept was uncomfortable.

oh my god…the date 🥺

I was practicing the breathing that I’d learned from the Lamaze classes that we’d taken together since Kyle was so busy.

well shit it’s like he was non existent during the pregnancy

We shared a smile while she rubbed the probe over my stomach. Her smile slowly faded into a stoic expression.

oh no

“Dr. York. What… what’s going on?” “Greysen…” She grabbed the stool and pulled it up next to my bed. “There is no heartbeat. I’m sorry to say that your baby has died.”

nooo oh my god…and those assholes want to get married on the day she lost her baby? FUCK THEM.

“Greysen, there are a couple options for you right now. We can do a c-section and get the baby that way, or we can induce labor,” she spoke softly while I laid on Elle’s shoulder. “You want… want me to deliver my dead baby?” “Yes. Or we can do the c-section.”

that’s just as sad as having a miscarriage omg

“It’s a girl. A beautiful girl. Would you like to see her?”

and it was a girl damn

Afterwards, I’d completely lost myself. I’d stop doing everything that once made me happy. Kyle was aware that I’d blamed him for everything and was asked to stay out of my way. All I did was eat, sleep, and barely shower. That’s when my cousin moved in and was supposed to be helping me around the house but instead was helping herself to my husband.

kyle was fucked up for that. he should’ve talked to someone instead of sleeping around her HER COUSIN!

That’s what letting Perris move their wedding date to the day our daughter died told me. I’d decided in that very moment that I was done. A switch had been flipped inside of me.

good FUCK them!

My eyes then connected with a brown-skinned bald man who I’d caught eying me a couple of times. While checking him out, my view was obstructed by my ex-husband, who was looking at me with wide eyes before making his way toward me.

oh lord kyle leave her alone!

“Say it, Kyle. Say what it is. You are getting married on the day of your daughter’s death.” “Yeah. I… Grey, you know I’d never do that. That was my child too.”

oh piss off

“No. No. No, Kyle, we can’t have a civil conversation. You don’t get to try and clear your conscience for the messed-up stuff you did to me. The day our child died. What you did following the day our child died. No, Kyle. I don’t ever have to talk to you again.”

period!

‘Grey, you already have an associate degree. You can still be a teacher with that. He needs your support while he’s in dental school. Can you do that for him?’ was the conversation that Kyle urged my mother to have with me.

yeah her mother and grams can both go to hell

Perris paused and stopped in her tracks when she’d notice me. “The fuck is going on!” Kyle released the grip on my arm. “Nothing.”

bitch please go run in traffic

“Put my life on hold for him because that’s what a good wife does, my mother says. I did that. Took the brunt of his frustrations when dental school was getting the best of him. I listened to him bitch and moan. Moan and bitch. Did my best to help him study, but the moment… oooh! I could kill him.”

shiiiid let’s go do that

“The needle that crashed the haystack instead of falling through was when I’d walked in the house to see him having sex with her in the living room. They didn’t care anymore. That’s when I had to leave with what little dignity I had left. Well, let me not lie, I went bat shit crazy, and started fucking shit up. They had me Baker Acted and I had to spend seventy-two hours in the psych ward. Now, that, Sir, that was the lowest of the low. They get caught fucking in the house that we—no, let me correct that, because he made it clear that it was he who paid all the bills—and I am the one who has to go to the crazy house. Ugh!”

as if i couldn’t hate kyle any more…

It felt good to have someone just listen with no intent to reply. The only response I got was the sound of the wind blowing leaves across the concrete. It was good he didn’t speak because I didn’t want or need any more opinions about that messed up situation.

yes girl let it out

“Text me,” he said after handing my phone back to me. “When?” I spit out, immediately cursing myself for sounding so thirsty. He smirked before shrugging his shoulders. “Whenever.”

ahhhhh this is just the beginning

She cleaned her hands. “Let me see your phone.” “Why?” “I said I will text him for you. I’ll text him and say something along the lines of let me slither my pussy up and down your face slowly like a slug.”

LMAOOO ELLE C’MON NOW!

Looking at my phone, there his contact was… saved in my phone as Sir.

of course his ass would