Metro Boomin Comic Book Novels & Stories

Too bad for the criminal element, I used all my pent up energies and frustration hunting their asses. "Let's finish this then if you're happy with the goods, the boss will be waiting." I passed him the case full of money, which he passed off to one of the goons to be checked for authenticity. This shit was nothing like the movies. It took time and planning to be executed just right. These fucks took their business seriously, down to every last detail and they had the money and resources to carry it out. This fuck Mikhail Zubrinsky could buy and sell three third world countries and still be a multi billionaire.

I don’t have much time between training and being with friends these days but I’ll make time. “Must be nice to have two offices, this is really pretty” I look to the other wall admiring the art pieces displayed. The first one is in black and white, it looked like a person’s eyes, and the second one is a painting of the unpredictable waves of the sea. “This is for more formal purposes, for meetings with other packs or businesses, I don’t like having strangers in the compound," Zayne says his eyes glued to the screen of his computer. "If I want to have a meeting with my enforcers, we can do the at the house,”

I powered up my bot, ready to showcase my dynamic anthropomorphic design… And it exploded. The blast tore through me, leaving me critically injured, and I was rushed to the ICU. With me out of the picture, Adrian sailed to victory with two million in prize money, a personal mentorship under a legendary scientist, and a golden future laid out before him. Meanwhile, I lay in a hospital bed, clinging to life. Then came the final blow: the competition staff announced that my robot contained large amounts of flammable and explosive materials, implying I had planned to sabotage the event and had blown myself up in the process.

Ollie's POV Rain always made Boston smell wrong. Too much concrete, too much gasoline, not enough earth. Back home, storms smelled alive. Wet pine, damp soil, moss soaked through with cold mountain rain. Here, the city just smelled like flooded sidewalks and cigarettes outside bars. I stand near the apartment window watching water streak down the glass while Luca tears through our kitchen looking for alcohol we definitely don’t have. Friday again. One whole week since the bar. One whole week since Meghan.

I try to get up from the table, but the mobster stops me. “I need you in this business, love—espabilo—, Erick, I need you to arm some bombs for Gian Lucas's whorehouse; love, you will be my bait, I need you to seduce the new boss in charge of the place. Italian asshole stole my merchandise and I want it back.” He wants to bring down the night club with them inside. Damn son of a bitch! ********

Looking dirty and dishevelled, he ran to him. "I want to be strong like you. Those boys have been stealing from me too" He smirked and dropped some amount of money into his container before leaving. The boy took out the money and gasped "what the?" It was two hundred dollars. He leapt for joy and ran out of there before being robbed. That night, he didn't bother going home, he dropped by the cartel. "Welcome Xavier, I've gotten good news" he twitched his neck looking at the excited Stone with alcohol bottles Infront of him before taking a seat. "Is it about Jason?" He pulled out a stick of cigarettes and lighted them.

Rumour had it that he was going to burn down the criminal alive but thankfully Alpha Roman had caught him just in time before he could get away with arson. Then you have Nico. He wears glasses and has a short scar going down his right eye. He's also not from a privileged background however he's the captain of the computer club. The Nerds practically worship him because he managed to hack in Alpha Roman's bank and steal from the mafia himself when he was only twelve. Alpha Roman obviously caught the misdemeanour and could have killed him for stealing 2 million from him but due to his great talent and stupid bravery, he kept him alive and trained him in other areas.

I guess this few things are enough proof that a man is not a devil in human skin, like Jaxton who would eat me alive of he sees a way to do that. "I’m Robbin, and I work for Zain, if that's what you want to hear.” He said and motioned to one of the sofas in his room. Maybe he is not a random proletariat like I thought. Maybe he is one of them, the mafia. His response was unkind, and that's how mafia do. They put the answer they wish right in your face and watch you drool over their words the way people drool over a parcel of money. “Umm. Nice to meet you, Robbin.” I mumbled.