Novel & Cerita Dj Mario Pants Incident

"Everything might seem fine right now but it's not. I've spoken with James and the devil is having his people work with every bit of resources to trace the dead Karts, using their blood, prints, and every data they can folk from them. He would not relent until he got an answer and the moment they know it was the Karts, a distant relative of the Di Marco, that's a big problem on your end. I don't know what has been going on between you two but I'm certain he doesn't know who you are yet else you won't be alive anymore Princess " I opened my mouth to defend Mr. Pompous but nothing came out. One thing I used to be sure about is that he would never harm me physically but I'm not so sure anymore.

So I turned around even though I couldn't see much around because of my messy hair that covered my face. "Picking a fight early in the morning, what a welcome to us!" I heard a man's voice, so I pulled out my messy hair away from my face. And four men came up to my vision. And they... They are the ones I saw at the mall yesterday. And one of those men is... the one who stole my panty! And before I could know it, I raised my hand and pointed the man in the middle. I'm not mistaken! "Y-you!" I yelled while stuttered a bit. He looked at me with a bored expression.

Mario was speechless with his eyes wide with fear. “Did I?” Hugo yelled again. Mario shook his head. “You dare put your hands on him!” Hugo shouted again and shoved his knee into Mario’s stomach. This time he was down for good. He lay there squirming on the ground as his men looked at him from a distance. The cartel boss went down on his knees and threw a barrage of hooks and every single one of the punches landed on Mario’s face. Mario was incapacitated. Hugo walked away from the downed thug and towards Mario’s men. The men fought the urge to make a run for it.

Damiano laughed when I smacked his chest. “You are seriously unbelievable.” I moved past him. I didn’t get far when he grabbed me, my toes barely touching the floor, and sat us down on the couch with me on his lap. “I’m sorry, baby.” He kissed my cheek, making me a little less angry with him. “I’m going to burn your pants, just so you know. You’re not allowed to wear gray sweatpants around others. Your dick was showing, and that is for my eyes only.” I gave him one last firm look to make sure he got the message.

"What do you want?" Mario's frown intensified. "You shut your tiny mouth and follow me." André hissed. "Fuck off." Oh ohhh. Another wrong move. Before he could process what was happening, Mario shot at his foot. André cried out in pain as Mario signaled for two other men to carry him out. He tried fighting them but it was of no use. ***

The trembling guy swallowed hard. "Uhm... hmm," his words seemed to be caught in his throat. Out of fear, fluid poured out beneath him. "What the fuck?" One of the crowd's eyes widened. "What's he doing? Is he crazy?..." "This is so embarrassing..." Others in the club murmured among each other. The guy before Diego became confused. Just then, he looked down at his pants and realized why they were all staring. He had peed in his pants. "Oh fuck," he cursed inwardly and then looked back up at Diego, who smirked.

Watching the mobsters hand Diaz some bullet-proof armour (Diaz was a formidable mobster, but he was no gunman), I saw them place a handgun in his hand, which he put in the inside of his jacket pocket. I could see Ken and Jeff being fitted with the same as well, while Mario and I had our artillery sitting on the chair beside us. We watched in a silent mood as Diaz and the gang had wide grins on their faces, ready to just have some fun and manipulate a young woman so violently. Finally, Mario decided to break another set of tension and thwacked me on the arm. "What the hell was that for?" I muttered to him, turning to face his pale face. Mario's eyes were red and he even looked upset.

He gained balance and continued toward the counter. He looked up at the television broadcast and quickly took his eyes off it. It was as though he was scared of looking at the television. "That cop being buried constantly set his life on the line, and paid the ultimate price to make sure assholes like you can sleep at night," Mario said and shook his head, fighting the influence of the alcohol. "Did you just call me an asshole?" The man fumed, glaring hatefully at Mario. "I don't know if I did, but it sure seemed so," Mario laughed. Angry, the man grabbed Mario by the collar of his uniform.

Dayo held his hand up as the other bouncers tried to hold him too. Jamal's nose was dripping with blood and he furiously wiped it with the back of his hand. "Baby, are you okay?" Tina fretted, raising his chin up to inspect his nosebleed. The bouncers escorted Dayo back into the club and warned not to fight or they'd be forced to kick him out. Dayo's phone dinged in his pocket, alerting him of a text message. He knew who the text was from and what it said so he didn't bother checking it.

The sex slave struggle to do so but finally close her eyes shut and swallow hard while flinching her face in disgust. "Good girl." Mario said while patting her head. "Now get out!" he ordered. She quickly jumps out of bed butt naked and runs out of the room without any clothes on. She just wrapped her hands over her boobs for some coverage. Mario grabs a cigarette and lights it while he enjoys his morning. Then the phone rings again. It was the Colombian cartel. "Hey commander, how are you doing?" The caller asked. "Same old." Mario replied while releasing out smoke from his mouth