Blonde Guy Mob Psycho Romane & Geschichten

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.

A tall blonde guy was beating the shit out of another guy. I got a little closer. The blonde guy had a wicked look on his face. His entire eyes were jet black, almost like he was possessed by a demon. The other guy was now beaten to a pulp. But why was no one trying to help? My eyes searched the room again. The bartender was nursing a busted lip. There were two other guys passed out on the floor. Wait, are those the security guards? What kind of steroids was this guy on to be beating up people like this?

“But if you were to include the times where he always said that he wanted to kill me straight to my face, then yeah, I’ve met him countless times.” “Any violent bloodlust is included.” The ball of fluff bobbed into a nod. “As a matter of fact, the more you meet him, the more desperate he looks. And at this very moment, he has gained the control of his body back.” I froze. “What?” I seemed to have lost control of my body at that moment. Above else, a snicker—formed by an emerging sense of disbelief that was welling up inside me—escaped my mouth. I immediately closed my eyes, attempting to resurface back to the real world.

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.

I'm sure he would laugh at the thought that someone like me would stand up to him so many times. "No, Mr. Tyrone needs to tell me what the hell is his problem. He's a Mafia Leader, yes. We all get that, but he doesn't have to come back home and treat us all like shit! Don't transfer your anger to us but instead go out there and do something good with it. We were just talking...like normal people. Normal people. Fucking Molly!" I stormed my feet out of the living room to the kitchen. "You are fucked up, man," Blondie said as I rounded the block and left them alone.

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.

I closed my eyes, searching, looking, and thinking about how I could make Sandro see me as an asset, useful enough to protect me and make me stay here. “Did Doctor Strange take over your body or what?” I heard Marco question. I open my eyes, glaring at him. He took a long swig of his Coke. Thank god it’s Coke and not some alcohol. Because if he is drunk, I don’t know what he would do. Not that sober guys would offer any protection for a girl. But drunk guys are worse. Instead of reacting to him, I carefully observed my surroundings. Being in a mob pays well. It’s not too bad for a career plan if you don’t have an ounce of humanity.

His expression showed anger and despondency. Boris is tall, very tall. His body was very muscular, with tattoos all over his body and an ethereal posture. I couldn't deny that he was a handsome and attractive man. His hair was dark, slicked back. Dark brown eyes, almost black. A thinning beard, making his features even more mature. The look the mobster had on me didn't please me. It only made me even more afraid. My mother looks at me and gestures with her hand. She wants me to say something.