روايات وقصص ضمن Dj Mario Pants Incident

he said as he pulled out his gun and aimed it at the guy as he lay down on the floor. Dante was standing by the door, watching for any witnesses, I assumed. "Mario, please, I'm sorry!" I begged. I was crying. I didn't want him to kill someone because of me. But he didn't listen... BAM!!

"Before you get mad at someone please let them explain. I just went there to hang out with Sierra, and this guy with a white suit made a scene because I spilt my juice on him. Believe it or not, I didn't do anything wrong and yes I did slap him because he was disrespecting how I dress." "What the? That's all? Then why do articles and news are making it a big deal?" "Yes, that's all and I don't have any idea why some articles are making it dramatic. Please do something about it or I'll be blacklisted within a day." "Yes, I will. Alright, since the majority of the people saw what happened yesterday with you this issue will be easy to solve. I'll handle everything don't worry and sorry." "It's

Just as he raised it again, the bastard grabbed Mario's arm. "What the f**k?" Mario cursed, then struck him hard across the face with his calloused hand. "I gave you enough time to speak. You don't interrupt me." Mario plunged the dagger into the other thigh. "How did you guys know we'd be meeting with the Spanish Mafia?" I questioned the idiot, my patience thinning. He didn't say anything comprehensible. He muttered gibberish, too lost in the pain. I could have done worse to him, but I didn't want to get my hands too dirty today.

, I winced at the pain that jabbed my sides. “Ey”, Aunt Margaret scolded, giving him a mean look, “can't you see she's still on pain”?. He looked down nervously, “sorry Jules, I was just worried something bad would happen to you, others involved in the accident are already discharged. I clutched the end of the bed tightly, remembering the explosion. There's no doubt it had to do with the case. Or maybe not, Don Mario was there too, maybe someone wanted to get back at him.

I hear a man yell out. Slightly opening my eyes, I notice Sheriff Bianco's physique. He has his hands wrapped in front of Mario's cloak. "Let the fuck go of me, Bianco. You are about to make things nasty for yourself," Mario spits out. "Try me, you douchebag. Do you know what Zane would do if he found out that his wife was beaten to several concussions? She might have a head swell and die," Sheriff Bianco shouts pushing Mario out of his fucking way.

he asked, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. I scoffed and crossed my arms. “Please put on your clothes.” Mario let out a laugh, then turned to grab a pair of black pants from the closet, still dripping wet. My eyes... my traitorous eyes flicked to his back again, watching the muscles shift as he moved. I bit my lip and spun away, muttering something under my breath “You know,” he said, pulling a brief up followed by the crisp black pants, “We would need to act like a real lovable couple in front of the lawyers.”

Mario meets an old friend who is a doctor, but he didn't know if he was going to agree to take care of what happened without reporting it to the police, although it was very difficult to convince him to keep quiet, a couple of million dollars was enough to get his booking. They both enter the room, the doctor without saying a word approaches Camille to check her, and Brett had placed her on the bed. “Doctor, please help me, I can't take her to a hospital, I hope you can do something for her” Brett asks anguished. “I don't know until I check it” The doctor takes everything he needs out of a suitcase and begins to check Camille, fortunately he was a delegated doctor for the event, so he had ev

He never needed me to tell him how to do his job but here he was now asking me how to go with Ron's body and I knew exactly why. "You need me to tell you how to do your job all of a sudden?" I scold and lean back on the seat to stare at Mario who doesn't shake. "Get rid of him just as you do other dickheads!" Mario releases his hands from the other and draws forward placing his hand on the table so that he is looking at me from a closer angle. "You and I know that Ron Martinez isn't just like any other dickhead! Do you know what this means? Who we just killed?"

His hand barely reached the doorknob when I called him. "What is this, Marlon?" I took the high-waisted jeans and waved them as if I were holding evidence of a murder he had committed. His head tilted in confusion, his eyebrows furrowed, so handsome that I almost forgot my anger. "Pants, love." "I know they are pants, but what size is this? Fourteen? FOURTEEN? I DON'T WEAR A FOURTEEN! I WEAR A NINE!" I ended up throwing the pants at him so furiously that he was caught completely off guard.

Mario asserted as he reluctantly followed the officers, his defiance unwavering. Mario was arrested based on Missy’s testimony, as well as the discovery of the knife the two policemen had attempted to dispose of. The two policemen were now under investigation for obstruction of justice.