Mattholomule X Gus Novels & Stories

JaSwana jerks her head to a guy off to the side, who comes forward with a length of rope. As JaSwana talks, the brute with the rope gags Jezebel. Why would that be necessary? “Not at all. Let’s get this ceremony over and done with, Alpha Jameson.” With shock, everyone watches as the Alpha of the feuding pack gestures toward his people, who begin to swarm into our coven’s meeting space. The Alpha waves off a man as a blind-folded man is brought forth. Directly behind him is a gorgeous blond beauty with a slim waist and delicate features. Is this a…? NO! Jezebel! I turn to Jezebel to see her eyes swimming with tears. So, that is Hanson. And this is a pack mating ceremony!

Gus roared in a rage when he saw his men, who stood frozen on the spot. “Gus, this is quite embarrassing, don’t you think? Your own men won’t even listen to you.” One of the heirs chuckled mockingly. Gus’s face burned red. “Are you deaf? Can you not hear me?” he thundered. “My drink…” Meanwhile, Dustin wobbled slightly as he reached down as if hoping to salvage something. “Get lost!” Gus, who was in a rage, aimed a vicious kick at Dustin. In that instance, Dustin, who was half-drunk, suddenly paused and swung his fish forward without even looking up.

Ethan then calmly replied, “Sorry, you are not worthy for CEO York to fight. I can handle this alone!” “Presumptuous fool!” Gus Yates, who stood behind Fourth Master Yates, could not hold in his anger any longer. He waved his hand and charged forward with the Safflower Fighters he brought along. They were all waving their watermelon knives, prepared to cut down Ethan where he stood. Gus was leading the charge. His watermelon knife was swung right on top of Ethan’s head. Ethan showed a cold expression while sticking out his left hand, then held onto the blunt edge of the blade.

Carlos whispered through his laughter. The top of the mountain appeared, and Carlos climbed to the top like a madman. He had the back of his girlfriend’s legs sitting on his broad shoulders, and he worked his testosterone inside his girl’s moist vagina, like a getaway driver shifting gears. Sweat poured down Carlos’s face, and he injected his body with 12 ounces of Lotus-9, which put his turbocharged sex drive into overdrive.

I mutter angrily. “I might be a monster, but at least I am doing everything to save our family’s honor. We the Ricci have controlled contraband in the north for years and your inept father thought he could just hand it over to the Corvino... I will make everything right again.” He says with ambition showing in his eyes. “I hate you so much,” I exclaim. “I’ll learn to live with it,” Gus sneers. Suddenly, I hear two shots from behind me and, a second later, both intruders fall to the ground.

He was dangerous, delicious, and already slipping under her skin. ‎Maybe I’m the one who needs disciplining. Again. ‎She turned the knob, stepped inside her room, and locked the door behind her—leaning back against it with a silent laugh. ---- Matteo was in the gym, drenched in sweat, his fists pounding into the punching bag like it had insulted his bloodline. His knuckles were already red and raw, but he didn't stop. ‎Mason strolled in, twirling an apple in one hand. “You know,” he said around a bite, “that thing isn’t Gastov.”