Blonde Guy Mob Psycho Novels & Stories

"You don't know! He's a pretty crazy guy….Mark the butcher..remember… a blond-haired guy with a muscular build and a tattoo on his neck. Stay away from him!” “Aye…aye…boss!”

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.

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.

This was Macho, a man known for his brutality and ruthlessness in the criminal underworld. Macho lowered his massive frame onto the chair opposite Sabastine. His piercing eyes, set beneath a furrowed brow, sized up Sabastine, evaluating him with a mix of curiosity and suspicion. Sabastine met his gaze, a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "What's brought you here, and what do I owe you?" Macho's voice rumbled, a low and gravelly timbre that resonated within the confines of the prison visitation room.

“Doesn’t this kind of business make you angry?!” He asked the man standing next to him, but the man did not answer him with anything! "Won't you answer my question?!" When the man still did not respond to him, the man made a small payment to the man with blond hair alerting him, but he did not understand the hint and stared at his friend and returned to complete his work! Angelo coughed behind him and his arms got tighter as he clasped them together on his chest and spoke to a man with shaggy hair.

He struck one wolf down, then another, and by the time I registered what was happening, the third was already on the ground, not moving. It had taken maybe thirty seconds. The man straightened up slowly and rolled his shoulders, breathing like he'd taken a light jog. The moonlight hit him square on, and I took him in piece by piece without really meaning to. Bronze skin. Dark medium-length curls, the kind that looked like they did what they wanted. A jaw that could cut glass. And eyes, even from here, a shade of blue that was too sharp and too bright to be anything close to ordinary. I knew him.

They all chuckle at the sound of my disbelief. “You have never tasted anything better than his food,” another guy says. Just as gorgeous as them, but with long dark hair and grey eyes. “Name is Moses,” the dark guy says. “Raven.” “Nice name,” green eyes comments. The phone rings interrupting our conversation. The blonde guy picks his call, with everyone looking at him to know who called. “It is the boss,” he whispers. “What does he want?” Green eyes questions. The guy on the phone looks in my direction and says. “He wants you.”

A tall blonde guy was beating the shit out of another guy. I got a little closer. The blonde guy had a wicked look on his face. His entire eyes were jet black, almost like he was possessed by a demon. The other guy was now beaten to a pulp. But why was no one trying to help? My eyes searched the room again. The bartender was nursing a busted lip. There were two other guys passed out on the floor. Wait, are those the security guards? What kind of steroids was this guy on to be beating up people like this?

He laughs in a demonic manner. “What girl?” I hear Blake growl. I didn’t know she was here, I slowly peek out from under the table and look through the cell window. I see Lance, Axel, Mav, Tucker and Blake surrounding an unfamiliar Lycan male. This male looked almost rogue. He had long knotted brown hair, a burn scar across his face that still looked like it was healing, and eyes that were fading between yellow and blue. His Lycan wolf was fighting him for control. “The girl that will fetch us a fancy ransom. I hear she’s fresh for plucking!” He wiggles his eyebrows and I don’t like what he is implying.