Blonde Guy Mob Psycho Novels & Stories

Anna cried out tapping her mother fiercely. Lorenzo walked angrily to him with his gun pointed at his head. " Any last words Paolo?" Paolo began to laugh. "Fanculo la Mafia (Fuck the mafia)" he cussed out Lorenzo pulled the trigger and hot blood gushed out of the bullet hole in his head. The man fell lifeless to the ground and made a loud thump. He used a finger to wipe Paolo's blood that had splashed on his face. The smell of blood had delighted him.

However, that guy was somewhat nice to me and used to offer me chocolates. But I was scared of him as he continued taking his job seriously... He was an intimidating young man and I still remember that long scar on his pale face, stretching from his right eye to his cheek. And something remarkable about his appearance was that his eyes were different coloured : Blue and brown. While his hair was long straight black which he used to keep braided loosely in a viking style ponytail. ' I'm sure there's more to the story of Olivier and why he had joined DarZ when his father was a business tycoon and Mafia Lord of French mob,' I thought, recalling the past incidents of Olivier.

His body was covered in tattoos. He kind of reminded me of Grandpa Cy, who also is covered in tattoos. But Maverick is bald, whereas Grandpa has a full head of silver hair. “Answer my questions, Maverick.” I warned the crazy guy. No way he’s Marley’s mate. Right? He’s too unhinged.

(Sister do you know who you are wrapped around) Memphis asks her in what I'm guessing is Greek. "Ναι, είναι ο Malachi Sokolov. Γνωστό στους δρόμους ως Psycho. Κι εγώ βγαίνω μαζί του" (Yes He's Malachi Sokolov. Known on the streets as Psycho. I'm also dating him) she responds sassily. Oh my kitten has claws.

A strong deep voice interrupted, causing the blonde to recoil immediately, but Reena only raised defiant eyebrows as she glared unapologetically at this new arrival before gasping softly. He was the other man she met that night, the one with the pure psychotic aura. He was tall, just like his brother, and incredibly handsome with bright blue eyes and that wild black mane her current captor donned, all in all, Mason Thorne was just as devilishly handsome. “I-I am sorry, Underboss, she was being stubborn.” Blondie stuttered as she staggered to her feet, and Reena did the same, trying to wipe the blood from her eyes as she did so.

She spat out blood , turned her head to me , grinned and depleted to the ground. The little girl she saved ran to her aid, I was too overwhelmed by what had just happened and as I watched Muna on the ground, blood rushing out from her body, he tried running away, I stood up on the ground on time and grabbed him from his collar, and angrily banged his head against the wall until he fell unconscious. Jason came and he brought the ambulance to take Muna to the hospital.. The cops came and as usual they came to ask questions, therefore snooping around the nature of my business. I've tried so hard to stay out of the path of the law but It would seem Muna might be the reason why ..

She hesitated for a moment, wondering if she was in the right place, but then her eyes landed on the familiar figure sitting in the shadows of the lounge. Leo. He was lounging casually, his dark blue shirt stretching across his broad shoulders, the sleeves rolled up just enough to reveal his forearms. A black beanie sat on his head, giving him a dangerous, rugged look that only accentuated the fact that he was the crime boss she’d gotten herself tangled up with. He didn’t need music or people around him to command the space—he was the energy of the room.

She says something under her breath, which he nods to, and then she stands with her arms folded looking miserable. “Fine,” I say to Vito even though I didn’t hear a fucking word he said. “We’ll do it as you suggested. Call me tomorrow with the details.” I hang up before he has the chance to say anything and I shove my phone in my pocket angrily. I hear a chuckle beside me. It’s Miguel. He has a glass of beer in his hand, and his cheeks are flushed. He’s already somewhat drunk, it seems. He says to me, “Women. It’s tough to understand them, isn’t it?”

But I knew I had a better chance of getting out of this alive through him than when I went to prison. “I don’t think this is going to be so hard for you to pull off.” The blonde haired guy said as another guy dyed my hair black. “Just think of it as one of those con jobs you do. You must be pretty good at it if you have never been caught, but only this time if you mess up, you might end up dead or maybe in prison.” The blonde guy made sure to think of everything, including the scar of where Alfonso’s wife was shot when she was pregnant.

The other man nodded, "Okay, if you're willing to do whatever it takes then come with me we've got a job to do, a disruption over at Madden club, needs to be handled. Consider this as me evaluating your fieldwork." Alex agreed quickly knowing that this would put him on track. It was common knowledge that Madden club was where much of the gang business was conducted. If they were going there it likely meant for a cover-up and Alex would have to tread carefully. Once they arrived at the scene they were led back to the bathrooms. As Alex rounded the corner he let out a small gasp at the sight before him. A large man with a circle tattooed on his neck lay lifeless on the ground in a pool of bloo