Metro Man Novels & Stories

Her old car would not start and taking the bus was not an option, the company was a very considerable distance away and she would lose most of the time, so she started to check her car and after almost half an hour she managed to start it, without wasting any more time she headed towards Remadrobot Laureti, the largest application company in the United States, originally from Italy and where its owner is a young heir. Across town, at the same time, Demetrio gets up heavily after turning off his alarm clock with a bang. The night before left him so tired he can't move, but his father has called him to attention many times for being late for work, so he decides to leave the two beautiful blond

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He looked confused. “I want to have a different kind of fun. Let's deliver a package to MetroPaul” ★ 8:37pm MTP Clan “Boss” A guy draped in a suit entered the room briskly but barely. His neck was covered with an eagle tattoo on one side and that of a vulture on the other side. Metropaul was looking out through the window. He was a middle aged man whose stance and physical agility defies aging. Stale Cigar smoke curled diligently from the pipe between his mouth as he inhaled expertly.

All that remained was the actual father of Natalie and the girls—whether that was one man or several. He would destroy them all, and he didn't care if they ever understood why. After taking a slow sip of his coffee, he said, "Jenton is a big city. Millions of people live here. But at the same time, it's incredibly small. There are very few people whose lives actually intersect with ours, who move in the exact same circles." Cora's frown deepened as she said, "You've changed. You're not the man you used to be."

Valentina blinked, actually looking down at her robe in shame. Romeo spun around and faced Mateo. He lowered his sunglasses, revealing eyes that were dancing with manic energy. "And you must be the Big Boss.” Romeo purred. "Mr. Santiago. I have heard so much. They say you have a jawline that can cut glass and a heart that pumps ice water. I love it. Very chic." Mateo looked completely baffled. He was a man who understood violence and intimidation. He did not understand this. "Get him out." Mateo ordered the guards.

Just when I was about to speak the door opened and a weirdo walked into the room, looking all smiley. Who the fuck is this guy? "Hello" he greeted with a mischievous smile. "Who are you?" Leo asked and we both stared at him waiting for his reply. "My name is Matteo, the leader of the venom cartel in New York City" he said calmly. So I don't get, whooever you're man. What do want from us? Shit, I so fucking want to urt it out now. "Well I was informed that there was a shoot out between you and Felix Montego's men..." He paused and glanced at the both of us.

"The Ceo of H.M is here" I nod. There was no way I could accept a collaboration with H&M, I had to see the boss and make things clear. He stepped in, expensive tux, gold wrist watch, slicked hair, blue eyes and a wonderful physique. "Nice to meet you, Ren" he smiled, pinning me with his sharp blue eyes. "Ren Kingston" I replied. His smile widened, as he took the chair in front of me. "Gray Monticello" "You're in charge of H&M brand? I asked

Dim lighting, sleek furniture, and floor-to-ceiling windows showcasing the city skyline. Mona stepped inside and let out a small gasp. "Oh my God." Her voice was barely above a whisper. "You live here?" Kane watched as she walked toward the window, her fingers pressing against the cool glass. The city sprawled beneath them, glittering like broken glass against the darkness. She turned to him, her expression mischievous. "Can anyone see you from across?" "No." He shrugged, dropping his bag onto the counter. "Just us." She hummed, seemingly pleased, before turning back to the view.

A wolf surrounded by ice. Powerful. Majestic. Terrifying. The moment it stopped moving, silence fell. No one dared speak. The carriage door opened. A man stepped out. He appeared to be around thirty. Tall. Well-dressed. Serious. His black uniform carried the White Fang crest. His sharp eyes immediately scanned the crowd. The atmosphere around him felt calm. Disciplined. Unlike Froz, whose reputation alone could terrify people. The man bowed respectfully. “I am Metro Store.”

The driver's side door of the transport truck flew open before the frame even stopped shaking. A man stepped out into the pouring rain, his heavy yellow raincoat billowing around his mechanic's boots as he slammed a fresh magazine into a military-grade rifle. Arthur Moretti. He didn't look at Matteo. He didn't look at Lorenzo on the crane tower. His dead, analytical eyes locked directly onto my face through the smoke and the rain.