Handsome Mob Novels & Stories

" Alessia's mouth went dry as the men around her began murmuring excitedly. She felt like an animal on display, her dignity stripped away, and a sense of despair settled in her chest. The French businessman smiled, his eyes roaming over her face. "Indeed, a fine specimen. How much for the key to her cage?" Dmitri named a price, an outrageous sum that caused the room to buzz. Alessia's eyes widened, realizing the depth of her capture's connections. These men were not just wealthy, they were powerful, and her chances of escape seemed remote. The businessman nodded, pulling out a thick wallet and peeling off several crisp bills. He handed them to Dmitri, who counted the money with a smug look o

I taunt with a straight face. I press lightly on his fingers and they started to bleed. Hmm, such a sharp knife. I might have one made for myself. "Tell me why you thought it was a good idea to kidnap the son of a mob boss." I demand. He just glanced down at his fingers and back at me rapidly. So he doesn't want to talk, huh. "I'll give you three seconds and then you say bye-bye to those sausages you call fingers. One...." "I know nothing! I swear!."

He chuckled. "I'm the cops, Fremantle Michealson. And I can throw you over my shoulder right here and take you away, the entire fucking cops would support my actions." He said firmly, and that was the first time I looked up at him properly, fear gripping me. He looked even more.. beautiful after those months. Just two months. He had begun to grow a small stubble and his hair had grown fuller. His orbs seemed darker, angrier. In all, he looked glorious.

BLACK HAND MOB*** Stella knelt on the floor along side her sister Madison who was shaking with fear vivid on her face. Stella was very much afraid of the man sitting in front of them. If front of them was sited Viper. The Man who kills without restraint. The Mafia Lord who everybody in the Mob fears a lot. The Mafia Lord who's more respected and value in the City. The Mafia Lord who at the mention of his name everyone must bow. His face was cold and stoic. If only he wasn't smiling,one would have mistake him for an angel. He was perfectly built with a well carved jawline and a handsome pretty face.

It was as if their hearts were being pierced with needles, just by looking at the heartless Mafia in front of them. His footsteps ignited more fear inside of them, and some of the mobsters, were trying so hard not to breath too loud, for fear of being punished. Axton completely enters the torture room, wearing his usual dangerous cold face. His dangerous aura filled the whole place, sending fearful shiverings down the spines of the innocent mobsters. But despite his Cold and Stony face, Axton's handsome face could easily be seen. He has Well shaped Oval face, well pointed nose, and thin lips too. His eyes had the colour of silver, making him look like a demigod.

his voice trailed off as he looked downwards in shame. “What did he look like?” “Nothing peculiar.Just that he had a devil tattoos and had a weird accent .Black clothings..that’s all I’ve got” “He didn’t have a fellow” “Not at all.He was alone and aware” I turned to the mobster that stood close to Fabio. “Take him and do it quietly “I instructed I turned deaf ears to Colban’s loud pleas . “We have to let papa know about this.Now we know one of our enemies and we need to act fast”

It was precisely the headquarters of the Northmob Council. Mr. Hyde was quiet for a while. He behaved respectfully and said in a humble manner, “Mr. Larson is being slightly reckless this time for beating up Hanson so badly. The Northmob Council won’t let him off easily in view of their temperament! In my knowledge, the president of the Northmob Council, Dagon Bones is already a master fighter in intermediate class and he is about to advance to superior class soon! Judging by Mr. Larson’s capability now, he is far from being a match for Dagon.”

I must say, Mobali is a very hot man; I mean, he ranked 1 in the top five hottest Alphas. His jet black hair was neatly arranged, and his beard was also neatly shaven. He wore a gray shirt, leaving two buttons open to view his hard toned chest. Heat rose to my cheeks, making me cough nervously, covering my part of my face with my hand. “Yes, apparently the boys aren't done with their training, and it was a prank call; of course we already dealt with them specially and they won’t ever try it in their miserable wolf lives.” I mentally winced, pitying the werewolves, as I couldn't even imagine the type of punishment Mobali and Dwayne would have given them.

“Has my peer’s condition deteriorated, Kayson?” Kayson heaved a sigh in his heart, thinking about how piteous these two people were. “He won’t die for the time being. Tell me about Dragons Mob.” Even though Juniper was sad, she still briefed Kayson about Dragons Mob in detail. Dragons Mob was an underworld gang in Greenspring, and it was an absolute overlord in this area. The gang had already taken over control of this area four to five years ago. Dragon Mob’s boss was named Jairo Hunt, and he was a skilled fighter. Some claimed that he was a master-level fighter, while some claimed that he was a grandmaster-level fighter. There was a wide diversity of opinions about him.

He took a bottle of shampoo and put a small amount of it on my head and helped me in washing my hair. "Hmm. So how was your day?" I asked him as I closed my eyes trying to enjoy the little massage he is giving me. "Nice." He said. "It wasn't. You were angry, then later you fought the men. So tell me what's nice about it." I reminded him. "I got to fight, at least." He told me. "Fight? Are you a thug?" "No, I am a mobster and I derive pleasure from it." He confessed.