Matt Murdock Novels & Stories

I am not well endowed on the chest my breast being a B cup I do though know I have a banging body with my flat tummy flaring out hips and nice ass that I can't wait to bounce while i ride Mr Parker's dick. Hurrying out the house I leave my hair down its naturally wavy having a Brazilian mother and a Black father people can't really pin point my ethnicity I don't care to explain it to them my skin is dark toffee colour ,I have been told my eyes are hazel but change colour What I do know is that I am pretty how could Mr Parker resist this.

- Matt Matt's voice filled Antonio's head. The man closed his eyes and tried to forget it all. Memories of a time long ago, before Elliot managed to trick him and make Antonio a wanted fugitive, the man had trusted Elliot so much. But the result? He was cheated. All his money was taken away and several client orders were handed over to the police. The Intel that had been targeting Antonio based on Elliot's report surrounded them. Ambushed, and eventually killed Matt. "You know what's scarier than mobsters running an illicit business? It's putting all your eggs in one basket." - Elliot

“There’s something I need to tell you. It’s... not something I ever thought I’d have to say.” The seriousness in his voice sets off alarms in my mind. I know Matt. He’s steady, level-headed, the kind of person who doesn’t get rattled easily. For him to be this tense, this... careful, it has to be bad. “Matt, just tell me. Whatever it is, I can handle it.” He hesitates, and I watch as he tries to find the words. Then, after a long pause, he just says it. “I joined the mafia.”

I see a girl with nothing left to lose, and that’s more dangerous than anything. Matteo leans back in his chair, an easy, amused grin tugging at his lips as he picks up his phone. The moment his fingers dial the number, I already know who he’s calling. There’s only one man outside of Dante who would have Matteo showing even a sliver of respect, the only one person who could make a difference in this situation—Dmitri Mikhailov, the Russian Crown, the most powerful Bratva boss in the States. The fact that Matteo even has his number is enough to make me tense, but the fact that he’s about to use it? That’s something else entirely.

It’s then that we see two headlights heading our way. The car comes to stop about 15 feet from us and out come two human police detectives. One them I know. Scott Buckingham, a good-looking guy (well, good-looking as far as humans go) with deep brown eyes and light brown hair that always looks like he has bed head. Add to that his slightly crooked smile that shows off his perfectly arranged, white teeth and he has the kind of easy, all-American boy good looks that you’d expect to find in a movie about a high school football team. Except he’s no longer a high school student, instead he’s actually my age. The other guy, shorter and stockier than Scott but cute in his own way with reddish-brown

Their safety. Safety was a myth. A game of trust that one liked playing, and yet, knew that they couldn’t afford losing. I learned that the moment my mother’s blood soaked the wooden floor of our childhood home. I learned that the moment I felt her powers surge through my veins like it was a pulse knowing where to go. I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and kept walking. Xavier Blackthorn. He was everything Lorenzo hated and everything Annalise wanted. Which made him dangerous.

It felt wrong but he would not take anything from me. I headed to the kitchen and made a hot drink. The warmth settled me. My house was too busy for my liking. I offered Logan a drink which he gladly accepted. As we were drinking there was another knock at the door which was unexpected. I froze, gripping my hands against the counter. Logan disappeared and returned a few moments later with someone behind him. “Leah, this is Jack, he does security for us. Jack this is Leah.” Jack was shorter than Logan and a lot stockier. He was muscular and had a shaved head. He reminded me more of an army man than anything else. His arms were covered in tattoos, and his stance screamed military. He stepped f

My eyes were glued to the screen, typing hundreds of lines of code per second, when a curse escaped my lips. "Even cyber hacking has its honor, what kind of cheap Trojan software is this, you snake!" Just then, Matteo burst into the room with his massive frame. He had the safety off his heavy, jet-black Glock, standing like a wall of flesh in the doorway. His eyes scanned the outside for any potential ambush, but when he turned to look at me for a moment... I saw that the mighty mafia baron's jaw drop, his speechless face.

Making them merge with the other groups. We train daily. We are responsible for learning as many tactics as possible. I as well as both betas and James are the main snipers. We usually are the first to arrive at the scene and the last to leave the scene. We gotta specialize in everything. From artillery to, combat, human and wolf form. Our specialty consists of different martial arts, combat, being the best with weapons, and my favorite.... being swift with the sword. There's just something about ripping a vamps head off with one single swift from my blade. Almost like a knife going through butter.

“Doing things without a bottom line at such a young age…people like you are scum of the earth!” “Right, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Kristan Duncan. I’m the cousin of Garry, the mixed martial arts champion! I’m the squad leader of Mordu Police Station’s first branch!” “My cousin asked me to take good care of you when he visited me.” “But I don’t think there’s a need to be courteous to people like you!” “My cousin hates you to the core, yet for Ms. Xavier’s sake, he had to ask me to keep you safe with all my might!”