Mad Max 3 Master Blaster Novels & Stories

Alex teased, making me slap his chest. "I could be a single father you know. Who said you'll be a part of the equation?" I retort. "How can you get rid of this hot piece of ass." He said, gesturing to his body. I faked gagging noises to feign disgust. "I'd rather die alone," I replied. "I wonder if you'll make the same noises if I-" I quickly shit him up by slapping my hand over his mouth. "You're disgusting," I said.

Master applies the healing cream to the cuts and bruises that are still taking too long to heal and then takes me to bed, holding me tight until I relax and drift off to sleep. We do this for the next few evenings. I wake up shivering in the Master's arms, reliving in my dreams not only the Master's attack but Morgan's and Norman's as well. It, however, doesn’t take the Master long to remove the memory of them and replace it with pleasure, which is getting more intense and harder to deny each time he touches me.

Miriam drove back to her apartment located in the outlying district of the city centre. She arrived home late in the night on the wrong side of 10. In this moment, she was propelled to the comfort of her home in a bid to brood over the events of the day; to brace up for the panel and a possible controversial showdown with Salim and the chief of police in few hours. Taking on Salim's questions and his claim of a death threat from Jack was no bone to contend with. She knew quite well how to outwit the dubious mogul and beat his rhetorics hands down in a bid to convince the chief of police. But first, she must catch some rest--or more like a respite--but the news of Jack Banning hitting the tow

"Do you want to see?" Liv sucked in a breath before a shy smile tugged at her own lips. She nodded. Brodi stood and whipped off his mossy green henley exposing his superhero-sized chest with a large howling wolf's head covering his right pec and shoulder. When his fingers undid the button of his jeans, Liv threw a hand over her eyes. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Why are you going all Magic Mike on me?" Brodi stopped and cocked his head inquiringly at her. "Who is this Magic Mike?"

“That is only a marketing strategy. The reason why I only want blind masseurs is that the VIPs who visit the top floor are very wealthy. “Their identities must be kept secret at all times. They only feel at ease if the masseurs here are blind. Do you understand now?” I nodded. “Then, I…” I hung my head low as I prepared myself to be fired from my job. To my surprise, he said patiently, “Matthew, my business has grown a lot after you’ve joined us. It doesn’t matter whether you were blind or not before. But from now on, you’re blind. Do you understand me?”

It had a chequered front strap, double diamond grips, stainless steel and engraved frame, polished gold finish of the Wilson Combat Classic Super grade handgun. Eden had seen it in Malakai's hands multiple times and absolutely loved it. In all honesty, she was just taking it now to piss Malakai off, and trust me, it worked. Malakai was fuming, Eden was going to be a lot to handle, he could already tell. He knew she would not be easy to control, and that was an understatement. Eden had become one of his best too. By the time Malakai reached his office, Eden was long gone.

He pulled out a contraption which looked somewhat like an ankle monitor you'd give someone who was under house arrest, moving to Elijah and swiftly snapping it around his ankle in the blink of an eye. “Five minutes should be enough for me and the pretty Eliana to get far away from here. It's been nice chatting to you,” the mad man continued talking, grabbing my wrists by the rope tied around them and guiding me toward the door. My eyes fell onto the ankle monitor, only to realise it wasn't a monitor at all. It was a bomb, counting down from five minutes. “Move!” Marco shouted at me, forcing me toward the door. My name tore from Luca's lips as he fought against the rope holding him to the tab

There was a quiet hope in her eyes as she waited for the answer. Regan chuckled gently. “Yes. He is that very man.” Marceline hesitated for a moment before asking another question. “Then… why isn’t he here?” This time, Regan blinked in mild surprise. “Miss… do you know who my master is?” She shook her head without hesitation. “No. That’s why I’m asking.” Regan exhaled slowly, choosing his words carefully. “My master… You may call him Zandrei,” he began. “He is… our leader. He oversees the entire organization and...”

When he saw me, panic flickered in his eyes before he forced a smile and approached. "Rex, long time no see. Congratulations on your company's IPO. It's truly a remarkable achievement." I nodded politely, feeling nothing but calm. "How have you been?" I asked. He forced a bitter laugh. "Frankly, the company has been in decline since you left. I was demoted and now only manage a small department." I smiled faintly and said nothing more. After the reception, my technical director rushed over. "Rex, bad news. Someone is trying to hack our core algorithm!"

That Diego hadn't planned to negotiate or talk but wasn't so dumb as to attack the Bratva's headquarters and main home. Coincidences were bullshit, though, and I saw the proof of my worst fears when Zakh slammed to a stop at the mansion's front drive. Maxim lay on the ground, wounded as he fired at the Cartel thugs. More Antonov soldiers fired back and fought at others trying to break in. The large windows lay in pieces, and I prayed that Lara and Alisa weren't anywhere near the dining room. Beast mode was activated. I turned off all my thoughts. I ceased to feel anything as I donned the mask of a killer, a predator. A protector. All that I could focus on was ending these men who'd dared to