Blonde Guy Mob Psycho Novels & Stories

She was sure she had underestimated the blonde. We stopped in front of a house that looked like a mansion more than a house. They're mobsters, I reminded myself. Millionaire people don't live in flats like mine. The iron gates that guarded the entrance were opened and she entered with the motorcycle. He parked right outside the door. Two men in jackets left the house instantly. They were huge. Could they be Cami's bodyguards? I guessed yes. One of them helped me down when he saw me try to get down holding the bottom of my shirt. Luckily he picked me up and left me on the ground, because if I hadn't fallen there in front of everyone. I was 100% sure. I smiled at the man and saw myself reflect

___" lift him up... I was STILL conscious, they hooked their arms through mine and lifted me. ___ who are you and what do you want in my house? __I am diablo the head of the most feared mafia in this country. The men roared with laughter. Paolo continued: ___ And what does the big boss do alone in my house? Where are the countless allies you must have? ___" I was betrayed by my brother, he took away my post but I'm going to get it back but for that I need your help . I spit blood on the floor ___He's a lunatic! One of the men said...

the man asked, confusion evident in his voice. "I got shot, remember? The reason I made it home alive was her. She helped me," Luigi explained. The man turned to me, seemingly in disbelief. "Does that answer your question?" I asked, irritation evident in my voice. "I'm not his new girl, and his taste hasn't changed," I added. I rolled my eyes at him and marched over to Luigi's side. "Oh, I see. I'm sorry," he apologized. "I didn't mean to offend you. Just forget what I said. By the way, I'm Russell Anderson."

asked a handsome blond guy with well defined physique getting out of the car. The guy had milky white skin which was perfectly complementing his dusky blonde hair and ocean blue eyes. He was same height as Luke and had body of a model. He was wearing a dark blue full sleeve t-shirt with black jeans. Even in the simplest attire, he was looking like runaway model. “What is my problem? You were about to hit her” said Luke in his dark ice cold alpha tone. The new guy was startled a bit because of his aura and authority but he showed nothing on his face.

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.

I give it a good few seconds then I peep around the dumpster. The one guy is African American, bald and meaty. He's holding her neck in a chokehold with a gun pointed to her head. The blonde guy is trying to get her jeans down, and struggling. Her make up is running down her cheeks, red locks sticking up in all directions. God, she’s so tiny and short. I creep closer, sure not to draw attention to myself. Blondie finally gets pissed when her jeans don't come down and slits it open, with a knife.

"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!”

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