Bound To Mr Black Novels & Stories

Dead because Viktor Russo wanted to eliminate everyone who knew too much about his dealings. "Fall back to defensive positions," I ordered. "Protect the east wing. We're going underground." "Copy that. But Boss, they're going to breach the main entrance any minute now." "Then make them regret it." I switched channels. "All units, this is Moretti. Code Black. Full engagement authorized. No prisoners." Code Black meant total war. Every weapon, every defensive measure, everything we had. The mansion would become a killbox. Another volley of bullets shredded what was left of the windows. One round hit inches from Aria's head, and I felt her flinch beneath me.

She had heard rumors about him being twisted, even a madman and now, it seemed those rumors were true. “You’re crazy,” she blurted out, unable to keep the words inside. “I hear that a lot,” he replied with a small smirk, unfazed. Before she could respond, Clay entered with a man in spectacles and a suit, carrying a briefcase. “Boss, Attorney Brian Black is here,” Clay said, and the two men exchanged curt nods. Clay introduced the lawyer to Sebastian, who turned back to Arabella. “You can now proceed with discussing the contract you want,” he said, his voice cold. Then, turning to Clay, he added, “Secure the premises. I don’t want anything leaking about what we discuss here.”

Jericho asked. "Kind of," Martin muttered, his eyes turning a little cold. What was the relationship between the ruthless, cold, and wealthy Mr. Black and Ethan? Oh, he was going to find out.

By the time 8 PM rolled around, the office was almost completely empty. At 8:28 PM, I stood outside his door, heart racing, thighs trembling. I knocked softly. “Come in.” I stepped inside and closed the door behind me, locking it as I had been silently instructed by his earlier text. Mr. Black was leaning against the front of his desk, arms crossed, looking devastatingly handsome in his dark suit with the tie removed. His eyes slowly raked over my body. “Good girl,” he said, voice low and rough. “Turn around. Let me see you.”

The day has been exhausting and unnerving. I lie down on the bed and take a deep breath, enjoying the moment I finally get to have to myself. But I don’t even have time to exhale before there’s a knock on my door. I try not to groan as I force myself off the bed and drag my feet to the door and open it. I jump back, startled, as I see Mr. Black leaning against the door frame with a small smirk on his lips. I didn't realize Mr. Black would be back so soon and I'm surprised I never heard him or the other girls come to the pack house.

My thought was interrupted by Mr Black "Hello Mr Vance! Pleasure to finally meet you." Mr Black said reaching out for my hands. His an old and good business partner of mine. His 3 years older than myself. And just like me he is difficult to impress. My business with Mr Black is simple- He finds companies that are worth saving for me, and if it goes south, he ensures I get double my investment. And so far, we've had no such stories. "Mr Black it's nice to see you again." I noticed that he came with that secretary of his, I think Brenda. She is a beauty but not one I have ever considered mugging. One cause it's obvious that Black has a thing for her and she is a good girl.

He pointed to the screen. We all looked up, and it was a image of him in his trunks belly dancing with his wife. And we all know Mr Black has a full semi circle belly. We all started bursting out laughing. Did Mr Black accidentally press something? Or.. Kiara already had tears in her eyes out of all the laughter and i couldn't help but laugh too. Mr Black was getting red. "GET OUT!" "With pleasure sir. " He laughed before exiting. "None of you are to say anything out of this room, are we clear?" He said embarrassingly.

the woman in black proposed, her eyes gleaming with determination. The man in black chuckled, regarding her with a knowing look. "Our orders were to torture, not to kill." "I won't kill him. I'll just... disable some of his body parts," the lady in black replied with a mischievous smile. "I believe Mr. Nobody wants him returned in one piece," the man in black reminded her as they made their way inside. "Where's the fun in that?" the lady in black grumbled. Upon reaching a metal door, they opened it to reveal Mr. Woods, still bound to the chair.

The world existed in that liminal space between night and day, where truth often lived more boldly. A knock on the door pulled her out of thought. Vivienne, her longtime assistant and trusted club partner, poked her head in. “You’re booked solid tonight. And there’s been another request from the same man as before.” Talia raised a brow. “He gave a name?” “No. Just the code again. Black Wolf.” She didn’t react outwardly, but inside something coiled low in her stomach. “Clear the last hour. I’ll see him.” Vivienne nodded, not questioning it. “You sure?”

Tears kept falling as I sobbed in my arms. I didn’t know when I slipped into unconsciousness, curled up like a broken doll on the cold floor. An hour later, the sound of the knob twisting woke me with a jolt. I scrambled up with my racing heart. The door opened and …. Adrian stepped inside. The moment my eyes fell on him…. My soul vanished because….. He looked like a death incarnate. His crisp black shirt was soaked with dried blood. Dark crimson stains across his chest and sleeves. His hair was messy with wild strands falling over his forehead. His eyes were pitch black, dangerous and glowing with barely contained fury and something far more twisted.