Is Muichiro A Guy Novels & Stories

I turn around and stood from my seat Knocking my drink next to me. I see an older-looking version of Mario only this man has gray hair with a full-on white mustache. his eye color is the same as Mario's. I take that he is Mario's father. He can easily intimidate anyone with his presence. He's wearing such a strong cologne that's being quickly absorbed by the room making me sober up quickly. "So you're the girl my son wants me to accept?" he says with a lingering hint of dislike. Like Mario, his expression is pretty hard to read.

He has the same tall dark handsome Italian genes and weirdly green eyes, the same overall death by glare and oozing intimidation. I never knew Italians with olive skin could have green eyes but it’s not as pretty or as soulless as the pale grey of a wolf. Mico is a typical Hollywood gangster movie henchman in a dark suit and black overcoat. Silent, obedient and all seeing. He doesn’t strike me as dumb either and has that same clever sadism about him that Alexi just effortlessly oozes from every pore. Only Mico is not as dominant and out there as Mr Mafia Boss is, and tends to be the silent intimidation in the room and only does as he is told.

Miu frowned. “Well, you know my job.” I sighed, deciding to go with this story. To make it my fault, we are being hunted. I don’t want anyone to know Yūri was a Hatake, let alone the Kitsune. “Yea, you’re a cop. What about it?” Miu sighed. “Well, I recently initiated a raid on the yakuza clan resulting in even the boss getting taken in.” I sighed.

Fortunately for Miki though, her eldest brother was already legally an adult in the eyes of Singapore law then, and was given custody of Miki and his younger brother who were then aged six and fifteen respectively. Miki’s eldest brother, Michiru Ishigawa is kind of stiff, righteous and no-nonsense type, and even though he is a nice enough person, Yuri didn’t talk to him much. As he is a CID police officer, Yuri didn’t really see him much lately whenever she went over to Miki’s house which is a relief in itself.

Ruru and Tan were just looking at Mukgu with their blank facial expressions. Mukgu glared at him. “You are so disrespectful! Pervert!” Mukgu yelled at Christopher angrily. ‘There is no way that I am going to get pregnant even though I want to. Mingchan is a robot, unlike you guys. You are all humans but Mingchan is more human than all of you.’ Mukgu thought.

she said. Alex spat out another mouthful of blood. His body shook even more, and his face grew paler by the second. In fact, he could only stop himself from falling by kneeling on one side. He chuckled with difficulty. “You call this…fulfilling your promise? Indeed, nobody from Japan is trustworthy. You’re all scums.” “What?!” Maiko exclaimed angrily. She was a royal member of Gokudo Soshiki, and she held a position of great importance. How could she be called a scum?

While he was tending to his wound to stop the bleeding, my phone rang. "Mario, I have Matt, we are leaving it up to you, do you think you can manage?" I asked. "Of course-a boss, leave it up to a-me!" he said, Mario was a scottish man who had been a criminologist cleaning crew for as long as I had known him, which was well over ten years, he had a strong accent that sometimes reminded me of the character from that videogame where they had to save the princess. I think his name was partially what convinced me that he sounded like him.

I really need to try my best and place my focus on Mario. He is the only one who is nice to me. He literally saved my life and has been taking care of me ever since. I should like him. Why can't I? I can only think of the Don. Someone's husband. This is not normal. Mario is very good-looking. He is tall, loving and from a mafia world like I have always wanted and wished for. Yeah. But his father is much better. I sucked my teeth, stirring to the side as I stared at the windows.

A burly man with a deep scar slashing across his cheek clicked his tongue in disdain. "Too bad Romulo didn’t finish the job. That bitch is still alive." "May Romulo rest in peace," murmured one with mock solemnity, crossing himself. Silence fell. Only the crackling of the cigarette filled the air until one of them—a man with dark hair and slanted eyes—spoke in a low voice. "She heard me." Every gaze snapped to him. "What did you just say?" asked the scarred man, his voice sharp as a blade.

It took every bit of resolve in him to stop him from tearing that man limb to limb. Michelle knew Mario and not in a good way. Mario had tried his luck with her and it only made her want to kill him even more. He had a great physique and a particularly handsome face but Michelle’s status in the mansion was no secret. It was a ballsy thing to do. Seeing Mario so scared for his life gave her an orgasmic feeling.