Blonde Guy Mob Psycho Novels & Stories

Instead, he was back to pulling out his hair or at least giving a good impression of it. "Were you not there when that fucking asshole grabbed your ass?" "Oh please, Copernicus, guys have been grabbing my ass since forever..." "What the fuck, who?" He looked ready to commit murder. I just gave him a look. He was mental; then again, all mobster types usually were, at least that's my take.

I’m not one to allow people close to me physically or mentally, but I didn’t feel the need to push him away as his intentions didn't seem malicious. The rosé wine bottle arrives, and he says, “Ask away.” I begin my inquiry, “What is your name?” He says, “Alessandro Bianchi.” Bianchi? No. That…That belongs to one of the most powerful mobsters in the city. I gulp and ask, “Okay…Who were you shoot…shooting yesterday?” He answers, without a glint of emotion, “Santino Martino’s gang member, he had been hired to kill me and the gang is my biggest rival.”

Robbie and another guy were walking over to the crowd with serious expressions, pushing through the small wall of people that had gathered. The other man was the blonde I vaguely remembered from the time he came into the bar with Robbie. His hair was golden like wheat, short on the sides but just long enough on top to curl slightly. His eyes were a piercing ice-blue that somehow looked both observant and amused, like he'd seen more than he let on. His build was leaner than Robbie's but still strong—he looked like he ran more than he lifted, maybe a strategist more than a fighter.

Physically, the blonde man looked superior to his opponent with his muscular and tall body. The bright emerald-eyed man looked sharply at the chubby man before he bent his knee and rewarded the criminal's stomach with a deadly kick. His emotions were really unbearable until he felt he could kill his opponent. If it wasn't breaking the law, he would have done it. "Feel this, you bastard! How dare you bully a weak woman!" shouted the blonde man with raging anger. "You are so rude! Isn't it hard to make money in a legal way, huh?" The blonde man continued to hit and kick the chubby man relentlessly. Meanwhile, the bald man just watched in fear while silencing Maya's mouth with his dirty hands.

They were even sure that they would get promoted after this. But unfortunately, their satisfaction made them complacent. They did get the chipset, and they did kill Maki, but they didn't realize that their friends on the speedboat were all dead. None of them survived because a blonde man had slaughtered them all. And now, that blond man, Kenzo, was sitting relaxed, waiting for the Blood mafia to come to the speedboat and deliver the mind-control chipset to him. “Tsk, Alpha and Beta are really great for being able to make plans and think of all the possibilities like this,” he said as he stared at the five members of the Blood mafia walking towards him. He played with his gun casually.

He probably was once a gladiator. "Hey, guys. What's up?" I asked the two punk rocker vamps. One had cobalt blue hair and the other had a bright yellow Mohawk with bright red sides. Both had tattoos. "Buzz off, Steve," the vamp with the bright yellow Mohawk retorted. "Now, is that any way to treat another vamp?" I asked him in Steve's fluid baritone voice. "Buzz off! We're not doing anything wrong, so take a hike!" the other vamp with the cobalt blue hair said.

"Thanks, Freddy." The massive guy nods before returning to his post at the front entrance. I turn to the three men and take a closer look at them. One is faired skin with red hair—he's the biggest of the three. He looks like he's on steroids, as bulky as he is. The second one has sandy blonde hair with hazel eyes. He's more like the boy next door, only troubled. The last is another blonde with dark eyes and slightly tanned. He definitely looks like he's got Italian blood in him. He must be Gallo. "Names," I state.

*** Multiple POV's *** Tyson's (Mountain Man) POV: Getting out of my truck this morning, I stretch and walk around to where my brothers and best friends are standing around talking shit. I make sure my aviators are on as I look around the lot filled with people we've know for the past 10 years. Just as I was about to look towards my idiot friends I see a badass black motorcycle flying in the lot with a black jeep right behind it. By now everyone in the lot is staring trying to figure out who these people are. I watch the person on the bike dismount and rip off the helmet. I see a wave of long blonde hair. Wait a minute long blonde hair? I look at this person again starting from the top going

He was bald and had tattoos all over his body except his face. The mob boss cornered Yolanda and declared, "From now on, you're mine, dear fairy."

He was one of the most brilliant man, his eyes were sharp as hawk, his body was tough as alligator, which was his nickname from a few friends and he was fast like cheetah. He could tell after having seven of the men dead, there were only remaining five including Anton. They had started to panic and got their guard up, they still continued walking and right before they arrived at the house, one of them was shot dead as well from afar. Alexander still remained hidden at this moment but he thought it was time for him to cut to the chase and distract them from the house where Ana was. There were only few people left, but before he did so, he shot one more person from a different direction.