Blonde Guy Mob Psycho Novels & Stories

“Dumb fucking American Italians.” “A little help then?” Mico said pulling his wrists apart but he was unable to do what Bobby did. Bobby snapped the chain apart, he helped Mico get the silver off his wrists too.

I slam the door behind me. I jog down the front steps and head to my bike. "Luke!" I turn around. My friend, Bobby, comes from the side of the house. Bobby Sloan. You might remember his brother, Blade. Bobby's smaller, but has same type of biker look his brother has. Long, black hair. Dark, menacing complexion. Loves to fight. Just a really cool guy. The Sloans are the Betas of the place. If I ever took over, Bobby would become my Beta and that's cool with me. I really don't trust anyone else.

The other guy is talking to the blonde guy and he's in a green jumper, laughing at what the blonde guy is saying. Gabriel joins them afterwards and when Bella finally comes closer to them, they all turn to her. Bella doesn't look any of them in the face but she wants to. She has a thing for handsome men and she looks up, eyes connecting to the Blondie and it's—its Mason. Wait, she knows Mason has black hair. She knows that for sure so who's the guy that has blonde hair that looks like him? Mason doesn't have a twin, right? Did Mason dye his hair blonde?

C3 – NEEDS A WIFE Eros woke to sunlight filtering through the curtains of his bedroom. He opened his eyes slowly, adjusting to the brightness, and felt a weight beside him: a woman with messy hair and a sleepy smile on her face. Without a word, he sat up on the edge of the bed, letting the sheets fall to reveal his sculpted torso. His tanned skin was decorated with dark tattoos—symbols that spoke of his past with the Albanian mafia. His dark hair fell messily across his forehead, and his gray eyes gleamed with a cold, almost inhuman intensity.

"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.

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.

“And this hotel you’re staying at, it’s quite over-the-top lavish, no?” I blushed, suddenly feeling self-conscious. So they had snooped, just as I expected. “That was my fiance’s idea, not mine.” “Hmm, he must be an interesting guy,” Moana mused. “You’ve always been so down-to-earth. It must be strange being involved with someone so different.” If only she knew. Logan was more different from me than she could ever imagine. A mobster from a world that clashed with everything I had been brought up to value. “Yeah, no kidding,” was all I could manage to say.

and legality, but turns a blind eye; keeps records, coordinates with other gangs, launders money • Late 40s, balding, always in a cheap suit trying to look expensive; wears cologne to hide the stench of alcohol; smiles with dead eyes; always on his phone or behind the bar office—never gets his hands dirty Riko’s Men: • Luis – The quiet one who observes everything. Prefers black suits and always wears silver chains and rings. • Ozzy – Aggressive and loud; treats girls like property. Always in a tank top, showing off his tattooed arms. • Milo – Appears kind to gain trust, only to later betray or hurt those who believe him. Always in a black leather jacket.

I gulped, stopping in my tracks. “Come in here.” I trudged to the living area. There sat Sinister smoking a cigar. He had one leg perched on the other. He took a large puff from his cigar, and then he flashed me a devilish grin. Blair was sitting next to Jenna, and a very handsome man was sitting in the opposite chair. He had black hair, mixed with specs of grey and dark eyes. He licked his pink lips as he stared at me. I felt uncomfortable. He leaned over and whispered something to Sinister and the devil tensed then he did something he had never done before, he introduced me to the old man. And he used my name. “Pebbles, this is Mr. Mobley. He is one of my business associates.”