Blonde Guy Mob Psycho Novels & Stories

"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.

Oh good, now I owe this guy… and nothing is free. I stand up and look at him. - Aren't you going to tell my father? - No, if you can get out of here without getting caught again. – he laughs. There are two more guards inside. But what did you think you could achieve by coming here? We are professionals; you are not even a beginner yet. - I'm a Campbell. It must be in my genes, don't you think? Again, the man laughs but is interrupted by a click on the radio.

“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

I ramble and I hear the phone click telling me he hung up. Blondie has been my right-hand man since before I started my hustle. We make fake money to help other establishments all while buying out others. Never done drugs our anything and the cops can't charge me on anything I've always made sure of that. I always buy out establishments with owners I don't frankly like but when I wave a couple hundred thousand that usually gets them to go away. I also kill all the owners of establishments that sexually harass their employees or harass in general.

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,

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 is absolutely, without a doubt, a psychopath. My mind reeled at his audacious demand, the words echoing in my head like a thunderous clap. "Just, what the… fuck?" I blurted out, unable to conceal my shock and disbelief. Vicenzo leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched my reaction with amusement. "Easy, isn't it?" he replied, his tone chillingly calm. "Consider it your initiation into the family."

My Bully is Psycho Chapter fourteen ACE . I sat alone in the classroom with my cousin Grey who was typing furiously on his cellphone, as usual was he quiet, probably planning his next business transaction. We behaved so similarly, maybe that was the reason we got along pretty well. Only but a few people knew we were actually blood related. I took a long drag of my lighted cigarette, this would be my third one in just an hour, I didn't give a shit. I had a good reason to, and this was one of the few ways I knew to let it out.

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.

He asks annoyed. I turn around, now Alex and I are face to face, his piercing blue eyes are staring at me as he smiles slightly. His black hair is pushed back. Overall, he is not an unattractive man... I would even consider him good looking if he wasn’t a gangster threatening me and my brother. I take a step back, intimidated by his intense gaze. He is so much taller and stronger than me, I feel tiny in front of him. He is a sturdy man with brawny arms and I am a small and thin girl, I am painfully aware that if he ever decides to assault me, it would be very hard for me to fend him off. “Nothing, sir, we are just getting some beers,” Alex replies casually.