Blonde Guy Mob Psycho Novels & Stories

There's something wrong with his brain. "You..are mad." "I've already told you many times, I'm not mad." He dropped the weapon on the floor and looked at me with the deadliest eyes and bloodlust. "I'm just a psycho."

Nickname: Pen, little girl, or tesoro Age: 20 yrs. Morello Mafia Household: AURELIO TONY ROCCO PAOLO ETHAN *Hacker DENZEL CALLISTO ALONZO *Traitor TITO *right-hand man in Miami VIC *bartender MARINO Blanco Mafia Household: FRANCISCO BLANCO *Isadora’s father and Alberto’s best friend, 40 yrs. GIULIA BLANCO *Isadora’s mother. DAVIDE SAUL *Traitor

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.

The voice of the news anchor filled the room, crisp and unwavering: “Coming up next, more details on the release of Vincenzo Espósito, a man with extensive ties to the Italo-American mafia, convicted in 1997 for multiple crimes...” Then, without warning, the screen went black. My head snapped toward the remote, now resting in Gojou Morunaga’s hand. His expression was stone-cold, unreadable, but the weight behind it was suffocating. Just when I thought he had finally left for the evening, here he was, sitting across from me with that damn book in hand. “I never had the patience for the news,” he said, lifting a well-worn paperback to eye level. “I prefer a good book.”

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.

Black SUVs screeched to a halt outside the Valerius estate. Men dressed in tactical armor poured from the vehicles. Not ordinary soldiers. Each bore a crimson crescent tattoo across the side of their neck. The mark of the Blood Moon Syndicate. Their leader removed his gloves slowly. His silver hair was slicked back by the rain. A scar crossed one eye. He smiled as he looked at the enormous mansion. “So…” He murmured. “The Alpha King has finally left home.” He drew a long obsidian blade. “Burn it.” Within seconds…

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 ..

For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid. Present Day. It had been two weeks since I graduated from university and moved back home with my parents and brothers. My father, Romero Ramos, is the leader of the Spanish/American Mafia until my eldest brother, Mateo Ramos, takes over next year. My mother, Maria Ramos, was born into the Mafia just like the rest of my family and lastly my second brother, Sebastian Ramos will be my Mateo's second in command for Mateo when he become leader. The there's me, Sofia, I have been involved in offical mafia business since I was sixteen years old, my job is mostly traning ne

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.