Captivated by Danger (The Danger Family, #2)

by Endiya Carter

“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.”

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.

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. Most women came to me broken and left fulfilled. My mother said both me and my father had God complexes.

“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.” When I shrugged my shoulder, he sat back in his seat and laughed.

Yesterday was the last day that I would let them make me embarrass myself. Crying with my best friend on a nasty bathroom floor was the lowest I would go over them. Yesterday proved to me that Kyle never loved me or even care a little bit about me. 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.

Let me see your phone. I’ll text him for you.” “No, girl. It hasn’t even been twelve hours yet. I don’t want to seem clingy or crazy.” Her eyes darted from side to side. “If he still put his number in your phone after you told him you’d planned to walk in the ocean, I think it’s safe to say that he already thinks you are crazy.”

“Uncle Diesel, wake up!” Without opening my eyes, I responded, “Donovan, if you made another mistake, I’m telling your Aunt Quinci myself.”

“I am thirty-one. Supposed to be in the prime of my pimping, but look at me now, simping. Married to the love of my life with the most beautiful daughter. I wake up in sweats if I have a dream about us fighting, let alone her leaving me. The tightness in my chest when another man is gawking her down. She just had my daughter not even two months ago and when she posted that post-partum pic on Instagram, I bout lost my damn mind. Niggas was in the comments heavy, commenting on what pregnancy did to her body. Shit! I know. I been having to look, but don’t touch for weeks. That’s killing me. All of that behind a country ass, Citrus Grove ass woman. Now, again, look at me. Ask yourself if you want to be me. You… as tough as you are, do you want to be a simp?”

“Why is it making you nervous, Ms. Greysen?” She swallowed. “I’m…I’m not sure, Sir,” came out just above a whisper. When she ran her tongue over her lips, my dick twitched. This consultation was over, my dick had given me the answer that I needed. “Ms. Greysen, I am going to be honest with you, I am a dominant.” Her eyes widened. “And after talking with you, you’re going to be my sub. I’ll be in touch.”

over any questions that you may have.” “I only have two and a half days to read over this and have a decision.” “A decision? The decision has already been made for you,” Rozay added. “Wow. I see.”

She laughed so hard. “Oh you mad mad because you cursing.” “It’s not funny, Elle. And then when I asked him what the purpose was, he gonna tell me to test my heart. And I was like, I’m not an idiot, I know that. Why did the man who requested the testing need to test my heart? The nerve of that bald head ass man to tell me that I needed to take that up with him. Girl, I could have cursed him silly, but he did catch me as I was falling off the bike.”

“Everybody come out here! Look like I got to make a bigger poster or something! Everybody see this bitch! We do not service her here.” “I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I didn’t know,” the girl pleaded. “You are new, so I’m going to let you skate by, but cancel this appointment and I’ll give you your deposit back.” “For real, Elle? I really need my hair done,” Perris pleaded. “Girl, you wasn’t begging when you was fucking on my best friend— yo’ cousin’s— husband. Get yo’ hoe ass out of here before I clean my floor with your face. Dumb bitch.”

“I’m sorry, but you know how I feel about them. Whew. Let me calm down before I fuck around and comb your hair out.

The heels were high, but I was a professional heel walker, big and all, I could strut.

When he looked at me, his eyes roamed my body before he closed them slowly, shaking his head. My cheeks were already starting to warm.

for me to speak. “I don’t understand that. The gifts are just a what, a ‘thank you’ for being my good little bitch for six weeks, but there is no need for you here anymore,” I mocked him. His lips spread across his face before he leaned in. “You’re very very lucky that my signature is not in this manual, or you’d be across my fucking knees getting your ass whooped. Don’t you ever in your fucking life speak to me like that. Do you understand me?” Suddenly my throat went dry and I couldn’t croak a word out. My face was hot, but my pussy was even hotter. “I asked you a question,” he growled. “Yes.” “Yes, what?” “Sir. Yes, Sir.” “That’s what I thought.”

“So, about your breeding kink? Does that mean, you’re just going to be… you know, cumming in me? Is that the reason you had me poked and prodded the other morning?” I nodded my head. “And you’re not worried about me getting pregnant?” “That’s the point.” She gasped. “And how many women have you deposited your semen in?” “Lost count.” Her eyes widened. “Well, isn’t that sad? Your soldiers marching, but not carrying the M16s or something?” “You and that mouth are asking for it.”

Are there things that you want to change or negotiate in the manual?” She ate a few forkfuls of her mashed potatoes. “Actually, yes.” She took a sip of her drink. I took a sip of my drink to hide the look of shock on my face. Out of all the girls that I’ve hosted, none of them have wanted to negotiate anything in the manual. They were just happy to be in my presence and getting all their needs met. “Go on.” “Those two nights of dinner to talk about sex, I would like to trade that for us to have one night a week to be regular⁠—” “Regular?” “Let me finish. Regular as in… talking and speaking like normal folks who live together. Oh, I also would like for you to be affectionate towards me. And kiss me too. And cuddle. I like to cuddle.”

“The gifts that I want. One of them is you being affectionate towards me.” “The gifts are for the end of the⁠—” “Can I see that manual?” “Why?” “Because I asked for it.” As I handed it to her, she pulled a pen from her purse. “Oh good. The Cosmo didn’t ruin it that bad.” Opening the manual, she scanned a few lines with the point of her pen. “Here we go.” “Alright, so, let’s see the first one to go. Breeding?” She drew a line on the paper. “What are you doing?” I hissed. “Um, negotiating.”

“You want to kiss outside of the scenes and cuddle one night a week. And affection.” She nodded with a big smile on her face, pissing me the fuck off. Reaching across the table, I grabbed her drink and gulped it down.

“Now, what is this consenting to have my pictures taken? You do Boudoir shoots?” As funny as that was, I was still pissed, so I tried to hide my smirk. “Aw, you’re angry?” she taunted. “Give me this,” I hissed, snatching the manual out of her hands. “Before you get any more ideas.”

came through. “You are an asshole, Diesel. Be very surprised if I come out the house on Monday.” Immediately I sent back, “Ms. Greysen, I will add kidnapping to my resume.” Moments later, a text came through. MG: I can’t stand you. Bye. And DON’T have a good night either.

“Bitch! Didn’t he ask you what two things you wanted? Are you out of your mind? Ask for like a million dollars and a house or something. Why are you acting like you only have pollen circulating around in your head? And he’s paying for you to go to Columbia. Bitch, tell him to pay for the rest of your schooling and you get a high-rise there. Two bedrooms, so I can visit. You are not thinking and I’m about to give you a taste of your own medicine and dash your ass with this mothafuckin’ mimosa.”

When I walked inside of the restaurant, I kept my head down, but I felt Dymon’s eyes on me. Out the corner of my eye, I saw him smirk, further embarrassing me.

“I have to tell my parents that I am about to move across the world with a man that I barely know and he’s eleven years older than me. They will murder me before they let that happen. Can you kiss me again to calm me down?”

“Dad, I have to be honest.” “Please.” “There is no application or ad. It was a word-of-mouth thing.” “That’s what you went in the room and came back with?” “It’s the truth.”

“Dad!” Kyle hissed. “I know men like him. Grey will be locked in a room, raped, and sold by the end of the week.” I looked at him. “Men like me? Our tax brackets are sitting on both ends of a million miles long spectrum. You don’t know men like me. You watch too much television.”

“While I’m doing this, Sir, I need to tell you that I am going to have male friends,” she spoke as she pushed her leggings down.

“Did you hear what I said?” I blinked. “About you having male friends? Sure. I heard you, but that don’t mean you won’t get your ass tapped if I catch a non-approved male in your presence.”

“And what does non-approved mean?” I crossed my legs and turned toward her. “Non-approved. Opposite of approved. You sure education is your thing, Babygirl?”

It was something about those eyes that were going to get both me and her in trouble. That was just the eyes.

I heard how Big Daddy had to come rescue you from your family. They say he swooped in like the Black Knight.”

“—when you want to have sex. Ms. Greysen, we are not friends,” he finished his sentence like I hadn’t said what I said. “And maybe I should have made things clearer, this is sexual only. Our conversations are very limited if it’s not about sex. It’s why I got you the journal, because you like to talk.”

“We were talking about a hypothetical marriage, and you bring my real marriage in it! Fuck you, Diesel!” She was so quick with the glass that I missed her hand movement and she dashed me with the water. That shit was cold enough to make me take a deep breath.

My mouth was open, but not a sound came out. The back of my throat was dry. I felt everything he was doing to me. The restraints, his balls smacking my pussy, his fingers strumming my clit with force, his huge dick in my ass, his warm sweaty skin sticking to mine, and his deep voice in my ear commanding me, questioning me, had me shaking as if he was an exorcist performing an exorcism on me. My head dropped back against his shoulder and beads of sweat poured down my neck. His nasty ass swiped at the sweat with his tongue.

My body started to involuntarily shake, and my eyes were crossing. This had to be the final stage of his exorcism.

“You are so sexy when you talk business. Can I shadow you for a day? Like to see what the Twins in Black do for you?” “Woman.” I laughed. “Nah, Twins in Black is funny as hell. I’m going to tell them you said that.”

“Let me get you home, so I can get away from you. You have had me fucked up all damn day.”

I laughed so hard. “I fucking love you.” She gasped and covered her mouth, and I immediately closed my mouth. What the fuck!

I just remember one day you had me in this exact position, and I could not recognize the person in the mirror. Today, I look in the mirror and I see a new person coming out of her shell. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this good, Elle.” “Girl, that’s what grown man dick do to you.”

on. Each instruction and compliment he gave had the nastiest and sexiest undertone, bend over, spread your legs, relax baby, yes, look at me, squat, keep your eyes on me, hell yeah.

“Let me guess. You been on a bigger boat.” I nodded my head. “If you really want to know whose jet I was on, just ask, but yes I’ve been on bigger. The Carnival Cruise boat.”

I was so sex drunk that he could have fed me some poison and I would have happily taken it.

“So, now that I’m like your man for real, tell me who jet you were on?” I looked up at him and grinned. “Is that the only reason why you made yourself my man?” “Now you know…” “Anyway, since you must know, Elle was doing that new R&B singer Tweety’s hair for her tour. We flew to Cali.” I watched as the air released from his chest. “Oh, girl. I’m not going to lie, it was fucking with me.”

“Why was it fucking with you? You couldn’t just use your technology degrees to find out.” His face twisted up and then his jaws clenched. “As painful as it is for me to admit this, Ms. G, I couldn’t find a damn thing. My degrees failed me in that instant. I was too embarrassed to ask Dymon, who, as you know, is light years ahead of me in tech, to find out for me. It was fucking with me because I hate when I don’t know shit, and can’t find out shit… and plus, I like you, Grey. I’m just selfish as hell and just wanted to know what nigga you fucked with that had a jet.”

“Grey! That is not your child’s father! I am not Rachel’s child’s father either! That nigga put you in a psych ward! Put you out your own house! Had you about to kill yourself! Plus, you told me that whatever I did to him, you wanted to watch. What the fuck changed now, huh? Because you realized that I ain’t on no bullshit, and I’m about what the fuck I’m talking about? If somebody fuck with you, they fuck with me! You so fucking worried about that fucking bum when you could look at your child’s death as a blessing because you don’t gotta deal with a nigga that don’t give a fuck about you for the next eighteen years!” My eyes widened and my mouth dropped. When he realized what he said, he grabbed the bridge of his nose.

“You swinging on me, Laila Ali, but couldn’t swing on your fucking cousin and she was fucking your nigga,” he taunted me, and he pushed me back.

I didn’t give a damn about mothafuckas coming at me, but it pissed me off when the trolls took their asses to Greysen’s Instagram, commenting everything she already thought to begin with, ‘you should have known that wasn’t going to last long.’ ‘You not his type girl’ and so on and so forth. They were relentless with the comments until Greysen posted a picture of her in my Rolls Royce with a crying emoji over it with the caption ‘just crying in a RR y’all’ and I laughed until tears came to my eyes because I did not know she could be that petty.

“Where you about to go?” I asked Dymon once we were back in the car and headed to take him to his car. “Nowhere. With you.” “What?” “Nigga, this is take your lil’ bro everywhere you go day,” he said before letting the seat back and crossing his hands behind his head.

“If I’m tripping, who is it that she’s talking to over there then?” I looked up to see Greysen standing on the sidewalk with some dude all in her ear. I nearly missed the door handle trying to get out the car so fast. Dymon grabbed my arm as I was trying to get out the car, playing fucking games. “Don’t go, Diesel. You don’t care about her Diesel. Don’t go.” I snatched out of his fake grasp. “You play too fucking much. That’s why I hated taking your ass everywhere with me.”