Mario 69 Novels & Stories

she chirped in. Someone screamed “Mario, Tyson” from somewhere below and he turned to us. “Gotta run my people” Mario said already jogging away while Tyson held eye contact with me before nodding polite at my Mom and I, retreating with Mario. The game messed me up, every move, expression, every damn single thing Mario did on the pitch messed with me. I was having a big time hiding my hard-on stuck in between my Mom and a blonde girl beside me. The butt plug at this point had become a part of me, I couldn't even feel the hilt anymore.

he muttered, “Just enjoying the show. You two are like drunk toddlers let loose at a wedding.” Scott threw his head back, laughing so hard his voice cracked, “If you’re worried about embarrassing yourself, newsflash—we beat you to it. Marco almost tackled a waitress, and I... well, I might have tried to hit on a chair. That was a low point, not gonna lie.” Marco leaned in closer, his breath reeking of tequila, eyes wide. “Have you even taken a shot yet?" Alessandro sighed, shaking his head at the trainwreck in front of him, the corner of his mouth twitching.

His eyes portrayed his fear. “What do you want!? Why are you at my house, you bastard!? What do you want Mario!?“ Mr wick flares in irk. Mario chuckles and shrugs. With slow steps, he advanced towards Wick. He stroked his extremely dark beards. He pulled his pistol and brushed the edges on his nose as though sniffing cocaine. “Fuck!!“ Mr Wick screeched as Mario shot his right hand, close to his shoulder. Blood smudged his white shirt and the couch. He struggled but the hold of the two men beside him was too firm.

Mario was speechless with his eyes wide with fear. “Did I?” Hugo yelled again. Mario shook his head. “You dare put your hands on him!” Hugo shouted again and shoved his knee into Mario’s stomach. This time he was down for good. He lay there squirming on the ground as his men looked at him from a distance. The cartel boss went down on his knees and threw a barrage of hooks and every single one of the punches landed on Mario’s face. Mario was incapacitated. Hugo walked away from the downed thug and towards Mario’s men. The men fought the urge to make a run for it.

Scott slammed his fist onto the table, "You keep her out of this, you pathetic fucker! You lay a finger on her, and I'll rip you apart, piece by piece." Mario leaned forward, his voice dropping to a low, menacing whisper. "I assure you, Mancini, she'll enjoy her stay with us. I'll have her screaming for mercy, begging for release, and she'll be nothing more than a broken, trembling mess when I'm through—" Time froze for me at that moment. My gun was out, and I didn't even remember drawing it. Six deafening cracks echoed through the room as I emptied my weapon into Mario's skull. The sickening splatter of blood and brain matter sprayed across the room.

Tom continued, stepping on Mario's daughter's finger with his shiny shoe. “Don't do that!” Mario reflexively shouted loudly, when he saw his daughter getting mistreated. He even stood up to fight Tom. “Ah... you've finally made your voice heard,” said Tom, smiling slyly as he approached Mario, and with one kick smashed his foot into Mario's face, knocking him to the ground. “Oh my!” Sira exclaimed chokingly. She didn't expect that Tom's face was not directly proportional to his nature. But Sira hurriedly put on an ordinary expression. Because even she had been treated like that by Mario's family.

Mario chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Remember when you told me Mariah was pregnant? Well, I still do. You were so excited. Your joy knew no bounds. Hell, even the girl who was hitting on you suddenly lost the zeal to continue. Can I tell you a little secret? I banged her. Ooh... I banged the shit out of her, pouring my jizz all over her face," Mario chuckled. As he looked up, he saw the old man looking at him detestably. "You're on holy grounds, son. Watch what you say."

Almost. Mario, that’s his name. His face drains of color. He tries to tuck himself back in clumsily but he knows Ricardo hates when anyone delays once given an order. So, he drops to his knees with his grotesque and pathetic dick still out with piss stains on his trousers. The others scramble, kneeling too. Ricardo’s voice is calm yet lethal. “Why would you do that?” Mario stutters as his body tremble with fear. “C-capo, I’m sorry. She was disturbing us, begging us for water and I—”

"God! What am I going to do? " Nick wept extremely. 'Don't worry dear. I'll find a way to get you out of here. ' Mr. Edrek Mattias comforted Nick in his mind. "I'm not going back! I am going to destroy him! Mario won't get away! Instead, please, find a way to get me to where that stupid Mario is. " Nick pleaded. "I'm right here silly! " Mario spoke. Nick quickly looked behind and before he could say a word, he collapsed.