Blonde Guy Mob Psycho Novels & Stories

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?”

She muttered, her voice barely above a whisper. He nodded, turning to the chef. “You heard her, didn’t you?” He asked and the maid nodded, heading back to the open kitchen. Chiara’s gaze flicked to the other man sitting across from Dante. He had black hair, light olive skin and a small black moustache under his nose. He was the only person she knew nothing about. The man, seeming to notice her curious stare, looked up and flashed her a slight grin. “I’m Nico, Dante’s best friend.”

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

They were all tall, stocky men, attractive if you took off their dark glasses even when there was almost no natural light and everything fell into darkness and there was an indisputable smell of alpha coming from each one of them. -The only people you don't want to cross in your fucking life- Madox replied with a smile and turned to a man who was approaching them -, it's good to see you- The one called Fernando was none other than an alpha with a broad, muscular complexion and a scar that crossed his face above the eye. His short black hair was carefully combed back. Everything normal until one looked at the type of clothing that did not go unnoticed. What is this asshole doing getting invol

Neither one of them wanted to have to make that phone call, that was damn sure. Michael idly watched a beautiful blonde woman walk out of the tattoo place with an absolute monster of a man. He squinted: it looked like the man was badly scarred on his face and his hands, which only solidified Michael’s belief that this MC was, in fact, a criminal enterprise full of men that it was better to stay away from.

John comes in, his questioning stare directed at this Handsome person next to me, he just smirks in return I'm sensing some trouble. I'm flushed and embarrassed I almost allowed this stranger to have his way with me, " I see you've already met Miss White. " John says and then his gaze moves back to me. " Miss White this is Damian Thorn, his the one you'll be treating " The news slaps me hard on the face, I pale at the news so his the psychotic one. I chock on my spit and John offers me some water. Why am I surprised no normal person would do what he just did to me.

I hear Dangelo's voice curse, "Guys you wont believe what I found in his basement. Merda. He's in horrible condition. Restrain that man, adesso!" I reach under my dress and pull out my gun immediately and aim it at him, "Hands in the air, fucktard!" Mafalda did the same as me, only she aimed at his head, "Move and I'll blow that brain right out of that bald head of yours." His eyes widened and he tries to step back. I waste no time aiming at his kneecap and pulling the trigger. He howled out a scream. "Stuff is mouth, Miliani." my partner instructs.

his voice trailed off as he looked downwards in shame. “What did he look like?” “Nothing peculiar.Just that he had a devil tattoos and had a weird accent .Black clothings..that’s all I’ve got” “He didn’t have a fellow” “Not at all.He was alone and aware” I turned to the mobster that stood close to Fabio. “Take him and do it quietly “I instructed I turned deaf ears to Colban’s loud pleas . “We have to let papa know about this.Now we know one of our enemies and we need to act fast”

“Shit!” The older man didn’t understand his sudden change but if the Mafia scared him that much, it meant he still had the upper hand. He could use his ties with the mafia to get rid of him as well as that other man. So his face was with a devious smile as he stared at the back of the blonde. Pablo standing outside the door kept his quiet watch and when he saw the drastic change that transpired with the blonde, he quirked a brow. ‘I guess this affirms he’s really not a part of the mafia after all’ Instead, he seemed wary of them.