Blonde Guy Mob Psycho Novels & Stories

Here, it was me who only attended to bring shame on the Silver Wolf Pack. " Oh my my! Why is the princess here alone?", a voice came from the opposite side, tearing my attention from the sky above. Glancing up at the way, I saw a blad headed man around thirty, getting his way towards me. He stood there with his hands in his pockets. The tattoos beneath his little ears were the proof of his Mafia Empire. I assumed that most of the Mafias were obsessed with tattoos. I gave him a questioning look. He chuckled, coming forward to introduce himself,

You told them, right? The blond understood Caleb's point. "Oh, you didn't tell him. What things, wow. Well, then, if we talk about delinquents and criminals, let's get in line, we'll have a while. Or not what if, Dean Funes? The blond ran his tongue over his teeth fixing his gaze on all of us. His eyes are light blue. He is the perfect stereotype of a rich kid who got himself into trouble and doesn't know how to get out. What's different about him is that he's smart, more than many, and that works in his favor.

The boss said in a malicious tone. "The blonde-haired guy scratched the back of his head as he said, ""Boston said that he wants to see her corpse before he gives us our reward.""" "That's simple, we can just record the process and show it to him." "Ah, you're so smart!" The blondie was very impressed. Mango sneered in her heart as she lay there motionlessly. "Just then, the boss looked at Mango." "Under the moonlight, her face appeared rosy due to the effect of the alcohol, and it was truly very seductive to the men around her. "

"Who the f*ck cares about that!? So what if you have 30 billion dollars? You rubbing it in on our face, huh, Mr. Future-Premier-of-Little Xeottect? F*ck! Get 'em, boys!" The mob did not care if one of the people they were going to beat up had all the money in the world. They just wanted a target to blow off steam—and these two were about the most perfect as targets could get! They lunged and attacked. They only broke apart after they were satisfied. None of Caleb's original handsomeness had survived. His face was a catalog of red patches and swollen bumps. Even his hair looked like he had inserted his wet finger into a socket.

“Guys, I have no idea how I ended up like that. The girl was just as drugged as I was. Felt as if we were set up. So since she helped me, I gave her my ring. When she comes to find me, I will take any responsibility for whatever she needs.” The brothers were silently looking towards one another, wondering if they should tell him or not. Then silently, Liam shook his head no. He felt it would be better to get the culprit first, then deal with the girl only once she had contacted them. They knew with that ring she would be able to find them with no problem. They were glad that they had thought it was Ethan, which meant Xavier was still safe. The next morning, Moose reported to Liam, “Sir, the

Here, it was me who only attended to bring shame on the Silver Wolf Pack. " Oh my my! Why is the princess here alone?", a voice came from the opposite side, tearing my attention from the sky above. Glancing up at the way, I saw a blad headed man around thirty, getting his way towards me. He stood there with his hands in his pockets. The tattoos beneath his little ears were the proof of his Mafia Empire. I assumed that most of the Mafias were obsessed with tattoos. I gave him a questioning look. He chuckled, coming forward to introduce himself,

Dylan feigned a hurt expression and placed his palm over his heart. “What? Do you work with him?” Dominique questioned. Dylan smirked. He was enjoying the game, “Have you seen him?” “No, never.” Dominique gave a straight answer but a frown settled on his brows when Dylan let out a dark chuckle. “Well then hello to you. I am the psychopathic Mafia Lord you were talking about.” He asserted and flashed Dominique a small smile but that only ceased his heartbeat. “W-What? That’s not possible.” Dominique couldn’t embrace reality. He was ’The Black”.

when he finally answers "Sure" In one condition, you'll have to ride me till I cum then I'll let my driver bring you back." Mario’s voice didn't sound like he was kidding. My jaw dropped in shock. Oh wow, this guy is a true maniac! what the hell did I get myself into. I'm going to have to give in if I want to get away from this beautiful psycho. Okay, I called him beautiful!!! something is definitely wrong with me but he is very attractive theres no denying.

Whether that be through Nuel’s watchful eyes or the tracker in my phone or the ones I was certain he had on all his vehicles. I just needed space to think, to process. To determine whether any of this bullshit could be true. And if it was, I knew I could never trust him again. If it was true, even some of it, he would not only be a mobster but a serial killer as well. A psychopath! I hadn’t spent the last several weeks with a psychotic serial killer, maybe a mafia leader, but surely not a murderer. How could such tender and gentle hands be capable of such horrible sins? He had his rough edges, but who didn’t?

He chuckled. "I'm the cops, Fremantle Michealson. And I can throw you over my shoulder right here and take you away, the entire fucking cops would support my actions." He said firmly, and that was the first time I looked up at him properly, fear gripping me. He looked even more.. beautiful after those months. Just two months. He had begun to grow a small stubble and his hair had grown fuller. His orbs seemed darker, angrier. In all, he looked glorious.