Blonde Guy Mob Psycho Novels & Stories

With determination, I down my glass of champagne in a single gulp, seeking a momentary escape from the suffocating reality surrounding me. I observe Mario Alfonso as he makes his way towards me. Ugh! He stands tall and slender, donning a black suit and a black button-down shirt. His slicked-back hair, dyed black and heavily gelled, gives him the appearance of a stereotypical Italian mobster. I notice beads of perspiration on his forehead, and his prominent nose detracts from any notion of attractiveness. The mere thought of him makes me want to gag. As he snatches the empty champagne glass from my hand, I can’t help but recoil at the sight of his hairy hand.

Big intimidating man looked like he was ready to shoot his head off if he heard another second of it. One of the three seemed like the more calm one. He was still looking like a lunatic. But a calmer lunatic. He had the same ice blue eyes as Luciano. His dark hair was slicked back and he seemed pretty muscular. He looked like he had gears turning in his head at all times, always thinking. I'm calling him... calm lunatic.

They were all tall, stocky men, attractive if the dark glasses were removed even when there was hardly any natural light and everything fell into darkness and there was an undeniable smell of alpha coming from each one of them. -With the only people you don't want to cross in your bloody life- Zacarias replied with a smile and turned to a man who was approaching them -Sander, it's good to see you- The one named Sander was neither more nor less an alpha with a broad, muscular build, and he wore a scar that crossed his face above the eye. Her short black hair was carefully combed back. All normal until one noticed the type of clothing that did not go unnoticed. What is this jerk doing getting

Blair walked to him, smiling when Mojo's eyes fixed on the blonde beauty as he chuckled. "You never fail to amaze me..." he hugged her when she answered, "When are we going to meet the girl of yours?" "Girl or girls?" both Giovanni and Mojo laughed hysterically. "Won't you introduce me, my child?" Pete came speaking a cheeky way when Giovanni introduced, "Pete, this is Mojo... Mojo, this is our godfather." "Pete, he is a drug dealer," Giovanni said and Pete raised both of his brows unaware. "Nice to meet you, sir," Mojo shook hands with the old man.

I wanted to be around Dax and his friends and family-they made me feel whole again. His brothers were hilarious and had become my human chrysalis. He had three; each so wildly different from Dax no one would know there was any relation except for their looks. Moby was four years younger than Dax, and he had the same gorgeous features Dax did, but with blond hair, brooding, green eyes, and a perfect build from his job as a personal trainer-although not quite as tall. He was a jokester, and at thirty-two, he was the playboy of the group with a different girl on his arm every time we saw him, and they were always drop-dead gorgeous.

They were unleashed, they were bloodthirsty mobsters. “Die, scum!” shouted one of them, euphoric. The one with the biggest gun in his hands was a young man of about thirty years old. He had tattoos all over his face, dark eyes and a dark complexion. He was unleashed, with hatred shining in his eyes. He was shooting without looking at who, but had his targets clear, kill them all. Billy crawled under the table with me. I had forgotten his existence. Damn, I thought he would be dead just like the others.

I roll my eyes and shove the content of my fork inside my mouth. " Can you let me finish?" " Yeah , I'm sorry." She waves her spoon and stuff her mouth with cereal. " Thank you. I saw this guy at the club. He was so weird and his name was Cage." " Cage? Cage Eduardo?" " Do you know everyone? Like literally every hot guy?" " Shut up. He's a mobster so basically he's fuckin popular and cute." " Wait a mobster? Did you sleep with him?" " Bitch , seriously." She rolls her eyes." I didn't. I've seen him. And yes , he's a mobster. Son of a Mafia boss in Italy. Father owns a Cartel."

Of course, a man like him, it is difficult not to wonder. “Oh! He was my boyfriend; he just came to drop me off” I replied with all of the ego I could have in my voice yet keeping it calm. Her eyes went wide thinking how can I have someone like him. It wasn’t a big deal though, you just have to sleep with him, get kidnapped, make him fall in love with, he’ll follow you everywhere. “To be honest, he looked like a mafia” now, she was trying to ruin my psyche but I was having fun. “What? Really?” I was enjoying playing with her and it was a good time pass.

the cell door opens and a blonde guy walks in, a sheepish smile on his face. " Welcome your highness, thank you for making me do your job" the sadistic one says. Blondie smirked, " oh don't be like that Toby boo, you know I had some things to take care of"" first of all don't ever call me that and secondly we both know 'some things' mean getting a blo-"" I cut him off with a cough.

Ryder addresses another honey-blonde man with his hair in a messy top not, clean-shaven face, and dancer’s body. “Which way is my favorite back door bandit? I got him, Frosty,” he replies with an Australian accent and suggestive wink, which makes the man beside him bristle. “Not without me, you don’t,” a scary man with face tattoos, ebony hair spiked at the top with tattoos up the side of his shaved head, and a black beard interjects. He is larger than the other guy but still has a muscular build. He has one brown eye and one blue eye. “You two will end up making out in the middle of a gunfight for grins and giggles.”