Novel & Cerita Blonde Guy Mob Psycho

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.

Goldie hit the ground, the oozing stump of his left leg cut off at the knee, once fluffy tail now docked. "You fucking animal!" He'd shifted back, blood loss weakening him without the influence of a full moon. He looked like the type of man that would try to sell you a used mattress over Craigslist. "What kind of sick bastard loads with pure silver?" The barrel pressed against Blondielock's forehead. In all my twenty-six years of living on this earth, I had never seen the infamous Midnight Cowboy. He was smaller than I expected.

I said. He whispered something to the server and she took right off. “So Blue, what do you do,” I asked. He grinned, showing off a perfect smile. It was actually pretty nice if you could look past the intimidating tattoos. “I’m a fighter, MMA,” he said. “Oh wow, isn’t that … dangerous,” I asked. “Only if you don’t know what you’re doing,” he said, moving his arm around me. He pulled me tight to him and I sighed internally. I felt absolutely nothing for this male and I wasn’t attracted to him at all.

They all laughed and that fueled my anger more. "Come on let's go back. We'll miss dinner." The handsome psychopath said. "I don't even know your names." I said sighing in defeat. "The name's Giovanni." The blonde smirked faking a bow. "I'm Paolo." The blue eyed boy said with a gentle smile. "This one here is Erico." Blonde said. I mean, Giovanni. "He is a bit tough." He whispered and Erico rolled his eyes smacking him. "Shut up." He grumbled.

He laughs in a demonic manner. “What girl?” I hear Blake growl. I didn’t know she was here, I slowly peek out from under the table and look through the cell window. I see Lance, Axel, Mav, Tucker and Blake surrounding an unfamiliar Lycan male. This male looked almost rogue. He had long knotted brown hair, a burn scar across his face that still looked like it was healing, and eyes that were fading between yellow and blue. His Lycan wolf was fighting him for control. “The girl that will fetch us a fancy ransom. I hear she’s fresh for plucking!” He wiggles his eyebrows and I don’t like what he is implying.