Novel & Cerita A Moba

Max peels out, the tires screeching against the asphalt as they vanish into the dark city limits. Kris steps up beside me, his tactical vest still adjusted and ready. “What are we going to do if he doesn't make it to the clinic in time, boss?” I exhale a heavy, ragged breath, my shoulders dropping as I turn to face him. “He’ll make it,” I answer, my voice a low, grim promise. “Otherwise, we’ll officially have a full scale mafia war on our hands tonight.”

She moaned for effect, her eyes half closed and still on Eron as she grinded even more into Mikel. His breasts. His lips. His body. All on another man. He growled lowly in rage and was out of the room in no time, his head spinning. As soon as he got out, his fists began connecting with the wall countlessly, he couldn't believe he had just watched his woman get touched by another man. She loved it, he thought painfully. Get a grip, Eron. Get a grip. His subconscious kept telling him. A Mafia Lord shouldn't be this much of a pussy. Mikel had to die, he reasoned as his forehead rested on the wall.

Mr. Bradley’s voice thundered across the yard as he hobbled after a young woman, his cane wagging in the air like a sword. "I don't ever want to catch sight of you near my farm again, you mischievous rascal!" he bellowed, his old legs struggling to keep pace. The woman, quick on her feet and even quicker with her apologies, darted toward the door. "Apologies, Mr. Bradley. I'll seek your permission next time," she called over her shoulder, skirting out before he could change his mind.

Instead, she stood frozen. "Misaki, have I taught you nothing?" "Mother," she blurted out. Shock and fear were evident in her tone. Her initial thought was to end the call immediately, but now that her mother knew where she could be, it would be a waste of time avoiding her. "I got into a little trouble, but I am currently fixing it, Mama."