Novel & Cerita Mister Night

Smirking at my reflection in the full-length mirror, I was wearing straight cut dark denim jeans, black button down shirt with sleeves folded all the way to my elbows as three of the buttons were undone and maroon colored DC sneakers, looking like a million bucks. Tonight we were going to hit the popular club in downtown Denver, and I was ready to party the night away, but still heeding dad's deal. If I wanted to look for my destined one, why not try looking at a club, right? What were the chances of finding her there? Or maybe it was just my excuse to ogle legs and boobs as I go. It was not like I was breaking a rule, so I was still on board with the deal.

The whole affair had left a bad taste in Ralta’s mouth but such was the way of the world. “One could only hope for a better tomorrow.” The men looked to each other, unsure of what he meant, but stayed at attention. As Ralta rose, Malitus walked into view, the crowd parting before him as he came. “Ralta?” he asked seeing the giant’s sour expression. “Trouble?” Ralta shook his head. “No, sir. Just cleaning up a mess that happened upon us. It has been a strange night.” “I see that,” Malitus smiled, eyes wide at the body at their feet. “Was he a messenger?”

He had more than ten strong looking men with him. "It's Mister White of the Blue Moon Bar! We've got a show to see now!" Quite a few of the regulars at the bar recognized the middle-aged man, and they quickly made a path for the man. A bar as high-end as the Blue Moon Bar would normally have someone skilled looking over the venue. Those people were usually vicious figures in the underworld. Mister White was the second-in-command of the Blue Moon Bar. He was quite famous in the underworld, and was quite a skilled fighter!

Mr Williams introduced. Jane bursted out into a laughter, she itched her head weirdly and snapped her head to him once more with a serious face. Jane's grip on the iron bars tightened as she made eye contact with him. "Nobody remembers Jane when they are enjoying their lives! they only remember her when they need her to do crazy tasks" The mayor nodded his head in understanding "Hmm.... you might be right on that one, my son spoke a lot about you, I'm sure you know that old Grayson is being hospitalized, Nicholas is currently behind bars and as for his mum she is now your new neighbor"

"You're fame began when you wasted the motherfucking slavers in Paris." Ben turned to face the man more directly and saw he was holding his hand out. Ben took a grip and shook it. "Name's Night and I'm a fan of your work. Iced six of the bastards to save the bitches." the man said emotionlessly and Ben felt the hair rise on the back of his neck. He released the grip. "There were only four slavers and I saved women, not bitches," Ben replied as he held the man's unwavering gaze. Finally Night shrugged and moved off but not until he'd taken a good look at Trish's tits.

“So you think I’m only worth thirty dollars?” His voice was calm, too calm, the kind that made your blood run cold. My heart stopped. I knew that voice. That face. Mr. Adrian Blackwell. My CEO. My one-night stand. Fuck!

"Rough night?" "Rough every night," the guy said with a dry laugh. "I'm Milo, by the way." "Victor." "You always work this late, Victor?" "Always. Late shift suits me." Milo leaned forward, resting his forearms on the back of the passenger seat. His face appeared in the gap between the headrests, close enough that Victor could smell him. Sweat, cheap beer, and something underneath that was warm and clean. "How about you? Rough night?"

Getting out of bed, I picked my clothes from the floor as I slid them on swiftly. “Come in.” The door swung open as my assistant, Henry, made his way in. Adorned with a three-piece suit, he looked more responsible than other days. He always wore a shirt and jeans, and occasionally wore plain trousers. “Good morning, boss. I see you had a good night’s sleep,” he said, adjusting his tie, trying to get me to notice his new look. “Where is she?” I asked swiftly, not willing to give him the audience. I was determined to find the woman I had spent the night with as her sudden disappearance caught my attention.

Just like the one Lily yelled out, a sun and a moon right under each other. “What is it that you want?” One of the men asked Axel. “I am here to negotiate the rates.” Axel replied. “We already negotiated the rates with Mr. Marcon.” “Mr. Marcon has moved to another division.” Axel replied as she started to make himself a cup of coffee. “Nice coffee though.” Axel said and walked around the table and stared at those tattoos. “Unless you think I am unreasonable, let me explain ourselves. We have you guys under satellite surveillance twenty four hours a day, we hear everything you say, we know everything you do too.” Axel said and took a seat.

“I love you.” Sebastian joined him on the edge of the bed and sipped at his own coffee, thankful Michael had his shit together enough to do this for them. But Marcus hissed a curse a second later as his drink sloshed over onto the white duvet, courtesy of Michael dropping onto the bed. Jacob had been the only smart one of them, pulling up a chair and propping up his feet. After making himself comfortable, Michael swung his gaze to Sebastian, a smile playing on the corners of his mouth. “How was your night, birthday boy?”