Jason Momoa As Drogo Novels & Stories

Jason screamed as he suddenly pointed his gun at Sebestian. "Now!" Sebestian yelled as he came back to his senses, and before Jason could pull the trigger, a shot was fired from the rooftop, drilling through Jason's skull. Blood splattered everywhere, and his limp body fell to the ground. Adom stumbled as he was freed from his grip; he was trembling and covered in the man's blood. He was suddenly engulfed in two strong arms as he felt his vision blur. The last thing he saw was Sebestian's face, as he was covered in dirt and bruises. Cuts decorated his face. He heard his voice as he whispered in his ear before everything went dark.

He carried himself like an unhinged, bloodthirsty animal driven by nothing but chaos and bloodlust but the few times I interacted with him one on one, it was obvious that he was smarter than he let people see. Among her other admirers were Jason Drakatos; godfather of the greek mafia, Enzo Gonzalez; capo dei Capi of the Columbian cartel, and Chrisos Dos Santos, important head of the diamond smuggling syndicate, just to mention a few, each powerful in their own way.

Jason explained and Leonardo cocked his riffle pointing it at Armando "You plan on killing me?" Armando laughed "I'm the Mafia boss here Leonardo DiCaprio and you cannot kill me, not unless you want everyone in my family to be out for your head" "Maybe you haven't heard but I am Leonardo DiCaprio and I always eliminate those that comes against me, regardless of the consequence" Leonardo said as he pulled the rifle's trigger blowing Armando's brain out "Bullshit" he spatted and walked out while Jason followed him from behind They got back into the car and this time, Jason drove

My limbs grow heavy, with my vision swimming. Jason fights harder now, his movements desperate as he tries to reach me. But the rogues are relentless, one of them managing to inject him with the some drug. He stumbles, his body swaying as he struggles to stay upright. “No… Stacy…” His voice fades as he collapses to his knees, and the last thing I see before the darkness claims me is the Victor Cruz stepping forward, a cruel smile on his face. “Get them both,” he sneers. “Let’s move.”

"Alright… Explain yourself. But if I smell bullshit, I'm leaving." "I pinky promise. No bullshit." Jason said in an oddly sincere tone. "Adrian was somewhat right about me trying to drug someone, but it wasn't what you think. I was a stupid kid back then, and… Well, not as stupid now. But I was made to drug someone. And it wasn't just anyone." "Cut to the chase." The anticipation was making me impatient. "My target was Bianca." Jason finally admitted. "And like I said, the drugging was like… an aphrodisiac. You know, it makes you—"

“Alright, then—why are you here looking for your dad? And who is your dad?” Koa frowned, cautious. “Where’s Uncle Diego?” “Yeah, yeah! Where’s Uncle Diego?” Moa echoed. Neither of them knew that Diego was their actual father. Mason hesitated. “Why do you want to see him?” Moa blurted out, “Because Uncle Diego is my Daddy!” Koa tried to stop her—but it was too late. Mason: “!!!” Seneca: “!!!” The usually relaxed, handsome Seneca now stood frozen in place, his expression cartoonishly stunned.

Montana I wanted to scream but I couldn't even open my mouth it felt like I was hypnotized, he is Dominican El-Marciano, the son of the unshakable Drug lord, right now I could feel beads of sweat running down from my forehead, my blood stopped running immediately, how did I end up in the house of the Maciano's, I couldn't take it anymore the air-conditioned was on but I am sweating so bad that I started dating myself with my own hand

Pepper in front of me on the coffee table, but I was somewhere else. Brandon had to have noticed. I don’t know what made me think I could hide it from him. But he didn’t say much about it while the movie was playing. I was slightly engaged when Dax walked back into the room from the kitchen and announced that no one looked like Jason Momoa with his shirt off. “That’s gotta be CGI or something,” he said, handing Heather a can of Coke.

The voice on the other side responded. “Who is this? Where is Mendoza?” I laughed. “Mendoza is dead. I am taking his place you deal with me now.” I hung the phone up and put it in my pocket. I heard footsteps running up behind me, I turned quickly with my gun ready to fire. “Whoa boss, it’s just me.” Jacob stood in front of me with his eyes wide. I dropped my gun to my side and pushed past him. “Clean this shit up. Jacob, I want all his files and contacts brought to the warehouse. I think we just might have got into the drug trafficking business.” He nodded and I left the room and headed back to the cars.