Blonde Guy Mob Psycho Novels & Stories

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.

I want to step away, but there is an alley just behind me and the thought of what could be lurking in there is worse than the reality ahead of me. The devil you know, I guess. "I'd rather go inside and go to sleep," I admit. "But I doubt I have much of a choice." The blonde man smiles, a silver crown sparkling in the back of his mouth. "I'm afraid not." "What is this about?" The dark-haired man growls at my tone like a dog who has just spotted a squirrel. "We ask the questions." The blonde man holds out a hand to his partner, easing him back. "We know you work for the Paplovs."

He took a bottle of shampoo and put a small amount of it on my head and helped me in washing my hair. "Hmm. So how was your day?" I asked him as I closed my eyes trying to enjoy the little massage he is giving me. "Nice." He said. "It wasn't. You were angry, then later you fought the men. So tell me what's nice about it." I reminded him. "I got to fight, at least." He told me. "Fight? Are you a thug?" "No, I am a mobster and I derive pleasure from it." He confessed.

A bald, burly man strode in at his words, followed by a gang of goons numbering just over a dozen. Each of them were armed with baseball bats and other weapons! Blondie was immediately left dumbstruck. He did not expect Crew Cut to be so unfair, bringing so many of his friends! Still, he was immediately cowed and averted his eyes, seeing that the gang were all clearly the lawless type. The bald man—Kait Wooper—grabbed Blondie by the collar right then. "You're the one who hit my friend, huh?" Blondie's earliest confidence was completely gone as he stammered, "No, it's just a misunderstanding… He was messing with my classmate, so I had to do something…"

It was very rare that Manuel displayed his power in front of me. I almost forgot he was an Alpha and a Mafia boss in the human world. Damn, he was so hot. “Whoa whoa… We mean no harm! We just want to come back home!” One of the men said. He had a buzz cut with light stubble on his chin and blue eyes. The other guy had long hair just on the top of his head, with blue eyes too. It seemed blue eyes were a thing in this family. They had both raised their hands in surrender.

He was one of the tallest people I had ever met, cruelly handsome, and his tattoos peeked under his shirt—chest area and wrists. He had veins in his palms and his muscles seemed to want to bulge out of his shirt. His skin was a rich olive tan, just like the richness of his voice. I could not really tell the color of his eyes or some specific details about his face, but from what I could see… the gossips were right. However, this man looked like he could not give two shits about his looks, or anything apart from his position as the Mob Boss, actually. "You really are clueless if you think the cops had the guts to stop me." Owen's voice brought me back to the present, and then continued, "Now

The guy is extremely attractive in a dark and sexy sort of way but looks scary as hell. His friend on my right looks way more approachable. I roll my eyes at his man bun, but as I get to the table, I see that it actually works for him. This guy is gorgeous! I can tell that he’s a bit taller than his friend, and where Mr. Faux Hawk is dark, Mr. Man Bun is light with his sandy blonde hair, that’s shaved from the middle of his head, all the way down; keeping the top long enough for said bun. His caramel-colored eyes light up when he sees me approach their table.

He most likely is a bastard. We were greeted by a small brunette and a big man with strong shoulders as we knocked on the oak door. As he shook the man's hand, the father grinned. These are probably the parents. Father gave me a nod. "It's my daughter here. Alessandro Ferrari She is the mafia boss in Italy." Although I did, they failed to notice the contempt in his words.

He had no intention of poring over the matters of what went on in their beds, those of Liam O’Grady and Finn St Just and their Pet, as one of his team had snickered. The snide remarks stopped when the Captain shot the man, McPherson, a sharp look. Now he frowned, the mop of blonde hair falling across his forehead. Nicolas Piccolo was one dangerous, crazy rogue. but somehow, sending calls that bordered on a dangerous obsession, and morphed photos…that did not seem to be his style. The Captain had seen enough criminals to know the difference. No, this was someone else, he sensed, a man with a dark mind, even more dangerous than the bumbling clown of a mobster, Nico Piccolo. this was done by a

" My boss. " " Why would he do that? " " Because he his a sadistic bastard! " the blonde cursed. Carolyn nodded though she doesn't understand what that has to do with the mob. " Why is the mob interested in you? " " Well I killed their boss. " Carolyn gaped at the blonde. " So I was right! " she exclaimed sounding proud. The blonde arched her brow at her making Carolyn to blush. " I recognized you from your disguise, " she explained.