Novel & Cerita Logan Mr Sinister

I cock it, ensuring they can hear the imminent trouble approaching. Among the group, I choose to press the barrel against the head of a newer hunter, though I know the names of all the men who work for me. He has black hair and a tattoo adorning the side of his neck. Logan. His shoulders tense as he feels the cold metal of my gun against his skin. "Mr. Morris," he greets me, his voice trembling weakly. "Have... have I done something wrong?" His friends shift their attention from him to me, their beers held tightly in their hands.

My heart was racing so hard I thought everyone could hear it. Mum laughed softly, clearly amused. “Blackmail? What kind of blackmail are we talking about here? This sounds interesting.” Nelson’s smirk deepened, his eyes flicking between me and Jameson with wicked intent. “It’s a secret between us, mum." Jameson and I locked eyes from across the living room. The guilt of lying to my parents while sitting there freshly fucked by one stepbrother — and now being threatened by the other — made my stomach twist. I can’t afford to let Mum find out I’m a pornstar.

Sinister tells him. " Water. Thanks." The emotionless man nods and leaves. I look at the other man at the end of the room. I thought we were gonna be alone. " Don't drink it." Gray says sternly on the mic. I smile at sinister and stare at his physique. Mobsters are always handsome and it's annoying. The top buttons of his dress shirt are out. A snake or probably a dragon tattoo snake out from his skin. He's well built and looks barely intimidated by anyone.

Logan eyes me to stop and I dropped my hand while he walked back to the almlost dead body. "You have stolen from a drug dealer. Do you know what happens to those that steals from me?" He asked as he raised 6inches thin needle up, "do you know what happens to those that feed my family's information to the world?" He asked again as fear strikes the guys body. I watched with a straight face as Logan dip the pin deep into his temple. No sound came from the guy in the process but as Logan removed the pin and dip it into his skull again with force, her yelled inhumanely.

a mocking voice echoes down the hall, loud and confident, dripping with irony. “You bastard… you killed my father!” Mark yells, sprinting like a beast, his eyes bloodshot with darkness. “Eh, eh… I don’t think so,” Logan lifts an AK-47 from the ground. It’s dirty, rusty, but on the gas pistons, you can just make out a black “5” with smoke curling from it. For some reason, Mark sees it too. He freezes mid-step, and Sam doesn’t move either. I can’t comprehend anything.

For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid. Present Day. It had been two weeks since I graduated from university and moved back home with my parents and brothers. My father, Romero Ramos, is the leader of the Spanish/American Mafia until my eldest brother, Mateo Ramos, takes over next year. My mother, Maria Ramos, was born into the Mafia just like the rest of my family and lastly my second brother, Sebastian Ramos will be my Mateo's second in command for Mateo when he become leader. The there's me, Sofia, I have been involved in offical mafia business since I was sixteen years old, my job is mostly traning ne

"We settled on the lousy agreement they gave us and managed to get out there alive. Who would have known Lorenzo would have gone there the next day to blow them up!! That was when I knew he was a mad man." If there was one thing I hated the most it was noise, Malcolm and this party have that in common. He refilled his glass and took a large gulp before he slammed it back on the table. I could tell Malcolm was rowdier as he drank more and more. "Yup, that's Lorenzo. The alien among us." Margot said as she took a sip of her Martini. "Well this alien has had enough for the night." I said getting up from my chair.

He appeared utterly defeated and exuded a deep sense of decay as if he had just emerged from a rat hole. The sniper wiped a trace of fresh blood from the corner of his mouth and erupted into laughter, devoid of any fear. Instead, he displayed an arrogant sense of triumph. "You've lost." The sniper's lips curved into a sinister smile. Logan's senses sharpened instantly, sensing the importance of the situation. He swiftly advanced, applying pressure with his knee against the sniper's chest, demanding answers. "What do you mean? Speak up! Are there any other assassins besides you? Where are they hiding?"

“ Shit what do I do now ? “ I mumble to myself. Last night was amazing , but it was also a mistake. One that I don’t want to face. In the heat of the moment my mind had been fully on the task of getting off and actually being touched. In the light of day the logic and the consequences of what happened was fully back I let the leader of The Sinners go down on me , I let him watch me groom and I came all over his face until I blacked out. Carnage , the killer , the ruthless man on the cops most wanted list. The one that I’d guess at least forty agents or cops had a bee in their bonnet for to bring down because they knew it would be their career booster.

The Traitor’s Ruin The tropical rain began to pour over the streets of Singapore, casting a dark yet strangely calming atmosphere over Liora Valerius. Inside a private interrogation room, deep beneath a building owned by the Thorne Group, the air was bitingly cold. Flickering fluorescent lights above cast long, menacing shadows across the figure bound to an iron chair in the centre of the room. Marcus. The man who had once been so arrogant, the man who believed he owned the world simply by trampling over Liora’s dignity, now looked like nothing more than a lifeless heap of flesh.