David X Max Novels & Stories

Slowly Maximo let out a soft sigh before pulling her into his embrace. " Why would I be scared when I am addicted to the rush Iris? I have been in this scary world for too long. I can't be scared anymore. I was born in it and I grow up in it. Now I ruled it. I am not scars of dying. Hell I'm Maximo Santino. I'm only worried about you , our baby and my organization. I do not want any innocent life to be lost in this battle " " Then end it max. Please "

His black hair cascaded down his shoulders, his eyes were icy and calculated, and there was a cruel smirk playing at his lips as he looked at the pair. “Ah, the lovebirds reunited,” he said, his voice smooth and mocking. “Touching.” Neither Serena nor Alexandro replied. Maeron approached Alexandro and studied him. “You’re stronger than I expected,” he said thoughtfully. “Even under silver. Remarkable.” “Let me out, and I’ll show you what remarkable really means,” Alexandro growled. Maeron chuckled. “I’m sure you would. But you’re too valuable to waste in a direct fight.”

“how much do I have to pay for damage control?” Coming from money meant I could get away from any situation at all no matter how big it was. Once again I’ll be getting away from trouble, this was one of the only times I appreciate the fact that my folks had a lot of cash. The old fool might have demanded for a sum of five hundred thousand for ‘damage control’ but my brother dear doubled the price just to show off. “hey honey,” Bethany wrapped her arms around Caleb the instant we walked into the house. “hey,” I watched as Caleb returned her hug affectionately and dipped his nose into her hair. Too tired to throw a comment I make my way upstairs.

But Maxim had told me, “Scream as loud as you can. I want this whole house to know you belong to me.” I blushed even harder as I went over every single detail of the previous night in my head. When I finally decided I was being too giddy, I walked back inside my room. There, Maxim was making my bed. I had never seen that side of him where he was soft and caring. It was a big contradiction to the reputation he had curated for himself as the feared Pakhan we all knew. I was admiring him when I started observing all his tattoos. Some lines looked like tallies for something. They covered his entire back, and they were in groups of five.