Novel & Cerita Blonde Guy Mob Psycho

The other looks like it was gouged out. “Shut up, Morrison, what do you know?” Möbius answers in anger. “Do you have a mate yourself, is there any woman who can fall for your ugly a*s face.” He adds, shit, why is he being so offensive. I don’t like it, what if these men turn on us. I have no way of defending myself, I don’t want to die here. “How dare you speak to my brother like that?” another man gets up all raged up. His muscles seem like they want to barge out, I can see the resemblance between the two men. They even look like twins.

“And this hotel you’re staying at, it’s quite over-the-top lavish, no?” I blushed, suddenly feeling self-conscious. So they had snooped, just as I expected. “That was my fiance’s idea, not mine.” “Hmm, he must be an interesting guy,” Moana mused. “You’ve always been so down-to-earth. It must be strange being involved with someone so different.” If only she knew. Logan was more different from me than she could ever imagine. A mobster from a world that clashed with everything I had been brought up to value. “Yeah, no kidding,” was all I could manage to say.

and legality, but turns a blind eye; keeps records, coordinates with other gangs, launders money • Late 40s, balding, always in a cheap suit trying to look expensive; wears cologne to hide the stench of alcohol; smiles with dead eyes; always on his phone or behind the bar office—never gets his hands dirty Riko’s Men: • Luis – The quiet one who observes everything. Prefers black suits and always wears silver chains and rings. • Ozzy – Aggressive and loud; treats girls like property. Always in a tank top, showing off his tattooed arms. • Milo – Appears kind to gain trust, only to later betray or hurt those who believe him. Always in a black leather jacket.

6’2, pale skin, and lanky god, he has a commanding aura. Her second son, Giovanni, was with an Italian Mafia Don, and her last, Dante, with a Mexican tycoon. He’s the air of perfection. His dark chocolate brown hair is slicked back in a classic comb style. Intense, espresso-brown eyes, warm and seductive. Little wonder why they get away with crimes. He’s sculpted like a Roman god. Equally tall with tanned skin and a broad build. He’s the impulsive one and dangerous amongst all three.

Trout rushed inside, met Alex’s gaze, shot him a glare, and then turned to Lucian. “Don Mario is here,” Trout announced. “Alright, bring him in,” Lucian said, while Alex turned to leave. “Stop.” Lucian’s voice cut through. “Stay here,” he ordered. Alex looked around, wondering what was happening. Don Mario walked in, dressed in a tailored blue suit, with a walking stick to guide his steps. He wore expensive blue glasses and held a cigarette between his fingers. His steps screamed authority. “Lucian.” He laughed, pulling the smoke from his cigarette as he sat on the couch across from Lucian.

The city blurred outside the window — cobblestone streets, white buildings, sunlight glinting off marble. After a while, Marco glanced at him in the rearview mirror. “May I ask something personal, Mr. Jay?” Jay raised an eyebrow. “Depends on the question.” Marco chuckled nervously. “Are you… an Alpha or a Beta?” Jay smirked faintly, eyes still on the passing streets. “Neither. I’m an Omega. A dominant one.” Marco blinked, caught off guard. “Ah. I see,” he said with an awkward laugh, eyes darting away. The rest of the drive passed in silence, though Jay could feel the man’s curiosity lingering like static in the air.

I had imagined my death many times, but I never would have guessed it would be in the hands of him. Blonde hair. Sinister smile. Handsome face. Sadistic personality. Andre Castillo- member of the Malvado.

To Drexel who sees him as only his business partner, they both respected their title and for years they have never been any clash between the Mafia Godfather and the notorious assassin. "Boss," Albertrosso's assistant said in a very deep voice as he walked up to him. he was way younger than his boss, he had shaved hair which he dyed blonde, a round big fat head, a small button nose with an overgrown mustache, he was not in the categories of tall men but he was average in height and he had a stunted built body. "the boys had managed to catch the foolish man that stole a truck of your opium," he added.

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.

He has the same tall dark handsome Italian genes and weirdly green eyes, the same overall death by glare and oozing intimidation. I never knew Italians with olive skin could have green eyes but it’s not as pretty or as soulless as the pale grey of a wolf. Mico is a typical Hollywood gangster movie henchman in a dark suit and black overcoat. Silent, obedient and all seeing. He doesn’t strike me as dumb either and has that same clever sadism about him that Alexi just effortlessly oozes from every pore. Only Mico is not as dominant and out there as Mr Mafia Boss is, and tends to be the silent intimidation in the room and only does as he is told.