Metro Man Novels & Stories

Control, control, control. I press a button on the elevator, feeling the polished metal beneath my fingers. The doors close with a soft ding, and the world compresses into the narrow space. I stare at my reflection in the glass again. Who is this man, standing tall, hair perfect, suit sharp, yet powerless in ways I have not felt in years? The answer is obvious. Matteo. Serafina. Their names echo faintly in my mind like a punch I cannot land.

The man gasped, his head jerking back in panic. “Wait!” he cried, his voice breaking. “Wait! I’ll talk, I’ll talk!” Elena stepped closer, her eyes hard as steel. “Then start talking. And make it worth our time.” The man’s breathing was ragged, his body shaking with fear. “Maletti... he’s working with someone else. A new player. I don’t know who, but they’re planning something big. Bigger than just taking you down. They’re trying to control everything. The docks, the supply lines, the entire damn city.”

Which is only five people and without their general, Eamon. Metropolis is quiet, almost ghost-like in ambience. Far from its vibrant and festive appearance with bustling crowds and visitors during the Culling Tournament. I guess this is the capital in its mundane form. I looked beside Sebastian who had a blank look on his face. A hint of something close to anger flickered in his eyes and I took it as a hint to step in. I entangled my hands around his arm and stood firmly beside him. It caught his attention, glancing down below me.

I can’t skip it. By the time I make it to the training ground, everyone’s already gathered. The chatter dies down as Luna Serena steps forward, her presence commanding. She scans the crowd, her usual calm and authoritative expression firmly in place. “Alright, today’s going to be… fun,” she begins, a sly smile tugging at the corners of her lips. The word ‘fun’ sounds like a threat. “I’ve brought in someone special for you all—a combat master.” Excited whispers ripple through the group until she steps aside, revealing a small, unassuming woman with a name tag that reads "Coach Morgan." She’s shorter than anyone here—barely over five feet—with wiry arms and a steely glint in her eye.

That was the plan anyways. “If you'd excuse me, I would like to take my princess to dance with me. This conversation with you is boring”, I said. “I know you deal with many illegal businesses, and you're a head of a Mafia. But unlike the rest of the Mafia, you don't lay so low. The media knows you, but you have been able to paint yourself as a good person to a lot of people, and you have always been able to commit crimes without ever getting arrested. One day your time of reckoning will come, and not even your wealth would be able to save you”, Maximilian said, with a smile.

I'm grateful for the government of the day and for this opportunity to hear from the people but we shouldn't open our doors and our ears to hear crabs and nonsense from gangsters. He spoke so calmly due to his age as he stretched his hands to Jefsexy and his crew. “How on earth do you ever imagine a man fucking a man and it seats down well with you?." “The anus isn't meant for fucking but for you to used it for your damned poop.” “ It's so irritating and disgusting when ever I hear a man will have the audacity to fuck a fellow man man.” Mr. Kitty said a little bit loud as his voice began to show his anger gradually.

His voice was loud and confident, unafraid of possible consequences of his actions. “Milano, sir. Milano’s the name, sir.” He saluted again, raising his head from it's bowed position, eyes bright with pride. Milano. I hadn't heard that name before. He seemed like one of the new recruits. Probably was. “Fall out.” I said simply, my hands finding their way behind me. He was relatively tall, muscles stretching his clothes taut with force. He walked out, hand placed proudly on his bright brown, leather belt. Probably from his first paycheck. Hadn't been here more than a month. Two months, if he was extra dumb. His heels clicked loudly across the concrete, slow and prideful, moving towards me wit