Bottom Scaramouche Novels & Stories

I'd strategically blocked it earlier, knowing he might forget about it. I knew Jake's password but had never snooped before. He trusted me completely. I unlocked it easily and spotted the Reddit icon on his home screen. My heart pounded as I opened the app and navigated to his profile. When I saw that familiar username, it felt like the floor had dropped out from under me. It really was him. He was even boasting in the comments about his clever scheme! So he was the one trying to scam me for money, and he was the one with HIV. But we'd both had medical check-ups. How could this be possible?

O of Blackwood Enterprises, the biggest and richest company in America, he was an underground head of a mafia organization, and so Damian knew nothing about it. Yeah. Yeah. Got that Mr. Wealthy. Damian said dramatically, and Vincent rolled his eyes. The waiter arrived with their champagne, and began to serve them, but Vincent’s mind was far from the environment. He couldn’t help but think about her yet again as his eyes swept the dancing floor uninterestedly. He hated the feeling of not being able to stop thinking about her,and yet he was helpless.

i immediately summon scar to show up ,this time i tell him to make a beautiful entry ,because we are finally going to kill someone and this time we are going burn the who city down ,without the demons . I've never seen scam this happy in my life ,smiling with a breath of fire as he appears in the sky and flies around the forest green pack in circles entertaining every one especially the pups what tried catching him ,he finally lands and i hop on his back as he took off ,heading for the direction of the blood moon pack ,somebody please tell them destruction is coming ,the smirk on my face said .

This man almost doubled his muscle mass. His dark brown hair had subtle streaks of red throughout. His eyes were green with hints of gold. They were the most amazing things I had ever seen. Looking at him made my heart pound. His eyes were focused on mine as he held my gaze. The scar on the left side of his neck was faded, the sight of it enraged me. I didn’t know why I was so upset about him being hurt. I felt myself begin to get lost in his eyes when my mind snapped me out of it.

I left them still on the dance floor and snuck away to the restroom quickly. As I exited the restroom, I wandered along the back wall simply watching the party and feeling happy for my friend. I suddenly felt a hand grab my arm. I spun around and found Scott standing with a smile plastered on his face. My heart sank as his bloodshot eyes scanned me up and down. He had obviously disappeared to use drugs. Behind him stood Dominic, the owner of Blue Hades. He was well over six feet tall. He looked much older than his forty years, with wrinkles on his face and silver hair atop his head. "Kendra, baby," Scott slurred out as he pulled me toward him. "Dominic and I were just talking about you." I n

I knew it was probably a trap, but my longing for my mother and my desperation to get the music back won out over my reason. But I was careful. I told the butler where I was going. When I pushed open the door to room 502, I wasn't met with my music, but with two large, strong men. One of them had a brutish face and eyes filled with a disgusting greed and lust. I recognized him instantly. Marco, a rival capo, a pig known for his cruelty and depravity. "Haha, you really came, my dear sister." Bianca stepped out of the shadows, a twisted, triumphant smile on her face.

He was saying something else, and then there was the sound of his mocking laughter, like everything that made up my world was a joke, including me. As I made to walk away from my table to the direction of my eyes - a table in the other far end, with a man whose figure was only visible through the shadows, sitting alone with a drink in hand and seeming to be staring hard at me, my knees buckled against each other and I tripped, landing hard on the floor. Every part of my body rippled with pain, leaving me groaning hard to my own helplessness. "She is fat. What is she doing to herself being here!"

And then there was Scott. Scott Mancini, the Underboss of New York, sat there looking like he was personally offended by the existence of the salad in front of him. He was wearing a suit that cost a fortune, his beautiful green eyes constantly darting to the door as if he were deciding who he’d have to kill first if things went south.

********* Dominic was already in his office, seated behind the large glass desk, going through some files when Scorpion walked in, holding a black tablet in one hand. “There’s something you need to see,” Scorpion said. Dominic looked up briefly. “Talk.” Scorpion dropped the tablet in front of him and tapped play. The screen showed footage of Amara uncle - Mario, loading packages into a truck, shaking hands with a known foreign drug dealer. The location was somewhere in the South. A big deal. Dominic’s jaw clenched immediately. That familiar anger started to burn in his chest. He stood up slowly, his hand still gripping the edge of the table.

"Look at you, all eager to please. You didn't even offer anything in return. Why would she help you out?" He then handed me a card. "I'm Daniel Jenkins. Here's a little something for our first meeting. ZenWave's beauty clinics are all part of my family business. With this card, you can enjoy unlimited visits." ZenWave was a well-known, high-end beauty clinic chain. A single visit there could cost tens of thousands of dollars. This gift was too generous. I didn't take the card, but Leon snatched it from Daniel's hand and stuffed it into mine.