Novel & Cerita Mister Pit

He is drawing so much attention to us, that I can see two security men already walking towards us. "Hey!" Mister Ray seems to have appeared out of no where, and he grabs Preston's hand, stopping him from hitting me. Preston's face immediately turns softer and he laughs as he straightens himself up and smoothens his jacket. I wonder how many times he had hit mum too. "Hey, man. Preston Cooper," he offers Mister Ray a handshake, but he only coldly stares at it. "Luther, do you know the man?" Mister Ray asks without even looking at me.

She took a flamethrower to everything I had built and smiled while it burned. My spare phone buzzed on the desk, it was an unknown number. I answered anyway. A distorted voice came through, calm and cold. “Mr. Pritchett. We understand you’re having some… difficulties. We specialize in solving problems like yours, permanently.” I froze. “Who is this?” “The kind of people who make inconvenient witnesses disappear. For the right price. Your wife has become very inconvenient.” My mouth went dry. “You’re offering…?” “We’re offering options. Think about it. We’ll be in touch.”

He released a murderous aura as he was about to announce the name. BUT! A text message came through again. Their CEO drastically changed, from a hurricane ready to uproot careers to a spring breeze carrying cherry blossoms and love letters. He typed his reply with the tenderness of a man composing poetry. Then, he placed his phone down. In a split second, Mr. Wright morphed back into a man who carried the storm. He gritted his teeth and said, “Don’t make me call you out. Stand up and give your explanation for being on the phone, calling your mistress instead of working on your deadline!”

"Babe, a few minutes in their language is fifteen and plus minutes, have you not realized? These punctual inept bastards invited us out which means we're their guests, but they take half an hour to show up, truly despicable." Ashly stared at the shorter, finding him utterly adorable as he pouted. "That's just your side missing Nil so much talking. Admit it, you can't wait to see him because you've missed him." "I can't wait to see him so we can go eat and he can pay the bill." Mike denied with a grumble. "Is that still all I am to you, a wallet to mooch off, money, Mike?" a voice deep and rich like raw cocoa with an added touch of husk called from behind the couple who turned around.

“I’m sorry, sir, I—” “What are you staring at?” he shouted, lifting his hand again. I flinched. But before the slap landed, another hand caught his wrist midair. The movement was so sudden that even I gasped. Tristan. He stood between us now, his expression no longer flirtatious but frighteningly cold. “How dare you hit a woman?” he said, voice low enough to be more menacing than a shout. The drunk customer yanked his arm back. “Who the hell are you?”

No reply. Thank the gods of Brooklyn, I was free from- "Come in." The voice shrill and rasp wheezed out. Mr Pitt was a mad man. Taking in a breath of ... well, a breath, I entered. I wished I had exhaled more of what I thought was rotten eggs and dead fish smell because once I got inside, it was worst. The room was airless and very dirty. Dirty in the sense that it smelled awful and was basically so cluttered with piles of nonsense everywhere. My first step landed in a chunk of dark cruddy water. Was the whole room not dark and cruddy?

"Oh, ok then." Even though Mister's words contradicted the statement about losing the terminal, Rick Marc and Vern didn't mean to question it. They had no interest in inquiring about Mister's secret any further. They will help this Mister because they both feel that this Mister is not dangerous, this Mister is just like an ordinary person who doesn't know much about common sense.

“Are you okay, Mr. Morgan?” He asked. Gavin didn't look at him and slightly nodded his head. The man looked at me. “Mrs. Morgan, are you perhaps hurt?” “Oh, no. I’m fine. Just a small wound. No need to worry Mr...” “Oh, sorry. I’m William Pitt. Gavin’s business partner.” I know he saw the blood in my hands. Luckily, Gavin's coat is not shredded with blood. They won't notice that much. “Ah, thank you for asking, Mr. Pitt”

He shouted into Mister's face as loudly as he could. "Pearl is out there freezing and starving in a fucking cave while you are over here warm and comfortable! Don't you even fucking care that she is crying herself to death because you haven't come back for her...you selfish bastard!" Justin roared at Mister while he struggled to keep him in his grasp. Just then Mister managed to get free and he turned the tables on Justin. He rolled out from under him and gained control of Justin by putting him in a full on headlock with his huge ass arms.

Smiling crookedly, Mister Cold poured tea from the pot into the cup. There was absolutely no remorse on his face. The look in the man's eyes even looked satisfied. "Stupid woman," he mumbled faintly. “No one can disturb me. You should know that." After taking a sip, Mr. Cold carried his cup to a chair by the window. From there, he could see snow falling from the sky and strong winds starting to stir the pines. "Will there be another storm tonight?”