Mafia Outfit Men の小説・ストーリー

gulat kong sigaw sabay atras. He's the maniac! Ngumisi si manong guard sa akin kaya kinilabutan ako. Hindi katulad ng una naming pagkikita ay hindi na siya nakasuot ng pang-guwardiyang uniporme. He's wearing a business suit attire and he looks like a professional! Hindi na siya mukhang maniac! Kundi, mas mukha na siyang masarap na maniac. "Let's go, wifey?" aniya sa malalim na boses.

BREE’S POV Umaga palang kinukulit ko na si Heath kung anong oras kami aalis. I didn’t think that I would be this excited to get a glimpse on what it’s like to live in a mafia world, but my blood was zinging through my nerves. “What should I wear?” tanong ko sa kaniya. “Kailangan ba naka-leather ako or something? Naka-all black? Or ‘yung parang may spikes?”

Ngayon, mukha siyang isang hangal na taga-bukid na hindi masaya sa buhay bilang magsasaka at pumunta sa lungsod para mamuhay sa halagang dalawang libong piso kada buwan. Gayunpaman, mas nakakatawa pa si Madfist. Sa sandaling maisuot niya ang kanyang uniporme, siya ay isang daang porsyentong tipikal na matandang guwardiya ng seguridad. Lalo pang lumakas ang impresyong iyon dahil sa bahagyang pagkakuba niya, dahil hindi pa nakakabawi ang kanyang mga balikat matapos lagyan ni Frank ng gamot.

Hindi kasi niya maiwasang matakot dahil malaki ang pagkakaiba ng mga nakalaban nila noon kumpara sa makakaharap pa lang nila ngayon. Mga miyembro ng ibang mafia group na hindi masyadong kagalingan ang palagi nilang natatalo samantalang ang babanggahin naman nila ngayon ay ang mga pulis na walang kupas pagdating sa pakikipaglabanan, idagdag pa ang kanilang katalinuhang taglay sa pagbuo ng mga hakbang na kanilang isinasagawa.

High above, on the rooftop of a towering building, Isaac stood concealed in the shadows, a silhouette against the city lights. Dressed in a meticulously tailored three-piece black suit, Isaac blended seamlessly with the urban backdrop. The suit, though refined, bore the subtle creases of countless missions, a testament to the life he led. The jacket hugged his frame, hinting at a well-maintained physique, while the pressed trousers elegantly met polished black leather shoes that barely made a sound on the concrete surface.

Namumungay ang kaniyang mata nang titigan niya ako sa mata. He played with his drink while looking at me intently in the eyes. I don't know why I don't have the urge to look away. I can't take my eyes off of the view in front of me. He looks sexy in his white long sleeves and black slacks. Nagmumukha siyang mafia boss dahil sa inaasta niya ngayon.

May imperyal na aura na nakapaligid sa kanya at maging ang kanyang lolo ay nabigla sa aura na ibinigay niya. Sa pagsasalita tungkol sa kanyang lolo, siya ay nakasuot din ng matingkad at dominante sa isang itim na three piece suit, isang sumbrero at isang masalimuot na disenyong tungkod. With a pair of round glasses to top it off, tuluyan niyang nakuha ang itsura ng isang mafia head. Kasabay ng katotohanan na siya ay naging pinuno ng isang grupo ng pananalapi na mas matagal kaysa kay Darius, ang kanyang aura ay mas nakaka suffocate at nangingibabaw.

I clenched my fist upon remembering their faces, the faces of the persons who broke me. I will make them pay, big time. --- I roamed my eyes around the bar, looking for that particular person, at ganoon na lamang ang pagngisi ko ng makita ko ang taong dahilan ng pag-uwi ko rito sa Pilipinas. I fix my gaze on him. His physical appearance has not changed. And he's dressed in his usual attire whenever he visits places like this. He's dressed in washed-out gray skinny-fit jeans, a black slim-fit striped T-shirt, a wool bomber jacket, and Felix pebble-grain derby shoes.

I LOOKED at the Ruthless Mafia King of Del Moore Clan, who was no other than my father wearing his famous midnight black tuxedo and shoes that cost a fortune. His midnight black tuxedo had golden buttons and cufflinks along it with a red scarf around his neck that had a Golden Phoenix Emblem Brooch in the middle. His gray eyes that I inherited were cold and sharp. His aura always screamed in power and authority that would make anyone tremble in fear. He already arrived from Castello Di Del Moore using his private jet plane. Along him were his flock of men wearing dark suits with the Del Moore Emblem which was the Golden Phoenix pinned on their collars. They were all professional fighters and

Hindi ito pweding mangyari. Tanging si Gideon lang ang humaharap sa kanila at nag-uutos tungkol sa mga misyong ibinibigay. Gideon is my right hand in Mafia. … Isinuot ko ang face mask ko bago lumabas sa sariling sasakyan. Naglakad ako papasok sa loob at ng makita nila ako ay naging dahilan 'yon upang ang lahat ng nagbabantay ay yumukod sa akin.