Blonde Guy Mob Psycho Novels & Stories

Menacing. "You’re in Aspromonte, girl," he said in English, circling her like prey. His gaze was a blade. His eyes, frozen steel. Each step carried unspoken threat. "Look at me." Svetlana lifted her eyes. And saw something in him. Something not human. Something darker. "From this moment on, you belong to Dante Bellandi. You’ll do what he says. When he says. How he says." A choked laugh rose in her throat but twisted into rage. Another mafioso obsessed with her? What the hell was it about her life that attracted psychopaths like flies to blood?

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.

A man with a deep husky voice tried to calm him down. "Sir you need to calm down" Introduction: Leon Smith -Also known as the 'Laudable Leo' -26 years old -Main Hacker of CIA "How can I calm the fuck down Leo? Since two years we are after that Mafia but got nothing. We are just sitting here watching the show while that bastard is busy shooting down our best agents?, he growled. Suddenly a girl with canary hair entered the room with a disappointed face. "Did you got something, Rebecca?", Leon asked her. She shooked her head while looking down in shame.

I already had too much in my hands. And I can’t die here, not yet. I have to live and get back to my people, and Asher. At that moment, I heard the unknown male giggle. My gaze immediately rose up to his level, which was when I noticed his heterochromia—a mix between shimmery silver, and enchanting gold. “You seemed to be thinking a lot of unnecessary thoughts, not that I can blame you for it.” He finished his laughter. “My answer is specifically for your question, and now that you at least have an idea of who I am, let me formally introduce myself, Sakamaki Yuu.”

Being a Marine came with cash and I’d invested plenty of cash in crypto that I didn’t need a job. I had this job because like my colleagues, putting down the gun forever didn’t work well with us. All we knew was violence and we sure as hell needed violence to cure all the freaking shit, we saw at downrange. “I’ll fucking kill you before Bryant Knox gets to her” Bryant Knox? Mob boss. Worse than dead Giovanni Vincenzo mob boss. The fucker was impenetrable. Filthy rich that he owned every illegal business you could think of.

There was a hint of fright on the guy's face as he winced stepping back before he ran off like a rat. His hair was dark and cropped military-styled. Indeed, very sexy. His biceps muscles pressed against that white fitted polo t-shirt and a glance to his abs, definitely six packs, or even eight packs, Taya wondered. Finding herself staring at the man, her gaze went up to his face and she hoped that she didn't gasp out loud this time. If Lucas were a prince charming in a fairytale, this man was a Greek God; strong jaws and perfectly trimmed stubble short beard that defined his masculinity.

He looked strikingly similar to Mario, their faces nearly identical, except for his jet-black hair, a stark contrast to Mavis's pure white. Yet, it wasn’t just the hair that set him apart. This man also exuded an invisible, commanding presence like Mario. I couldn't believe my eyes. Two Marios? No, this wasn’t Mario. This had to be Adrian, the American mafia don with a ruthless reputation. “Go on, take a good look,” he said, amusement lacing his voice as he broke my trance. “I know I’m hot. I get those stares daily. But I’m your brother-in-law, not your husband,” he added with a teasing smirk.

There’s one of him fishing and a few at the beach, but nothing to give me any idea about where he lived before he enrolled at Blackthorn. Clearly, his old man left him money. Probably money he stole from the family, but nobody was ever able to find it. He wasn’t as smart as he thought, though, because he got found out. Hence agreeing to work with the feds. He was scared out of his mind knowing Bruno Morelli doesn’t take well to being robbed. No one does. But he is a guy with plenty of muscle behind him, which most people don’t have at their disposal.

She muttered, her voice barely above a whisper. He nodded, turning to the chef. “You heard her, didn’t you?” He asked and the maid nodded, heading back to the open kitchen. Chiara’s gaze flicked to the other man sitting across from Dante. He had black hair, light olive skin and a small black moustache under his nose. He was the only person she knew nothing about. The man, seeming to notice her curious stare, looked up and flashed her a slight grin. “I’m Nico, Dante’s best friend.”

6’2, pale skin, and lanky god, he has a commanding aura. Her second son, Giovanni, was with an Italian Mafia Don, and her last, Dante, with a Mexican tycoon. He’s the air of perfection. His dark chocolate brown hair is slicked back in a classic comb style. Intense, espresso-brown eyes, warm and seductive. Little wonder why they get away with crimes. He’s sculpted like a Roman god. Equally tall with tanned skin and a broad build. He’s the impulsive one and dangerous amongst all three.