Mister Untouchable Novels & Stories

I rubbed my eyes & got up to see what happened. Alexander was on the phone, being loud as he was talking to someone rudely, his back was facing me and he was shirtless. I cleared my throat and he turned his head to see me then continued to talk, but this time he was quiet & not loud like before. I stood there, contemplating what to do while he talked on the phone. He ended the call after 5 minutes and then swiped right & left on the touchscreen, not even acknowledging me again. I resigned & walked to him. “Alexander..” I said softly, reaching my hand out to touch him.

Just Chris Lee, twenty-five years old, standing in the bathroom of a Mafia Lord's estate trying to locate the part of himself that was still functional. It was there. Smaller than usual. Further back than I was used to finding it. But there. You're still here, I told it. It didn't respond but it didn't disappear either, which I decided to count as a win. The doctor was young and terrified. Not of me — of the house, of the situation, of the weight of whose instructions he was operating under. He moved through the examination with the careful efficiency of a man who understood that doing his job well was the only protection he had.

He is tanned in color which really beautiful I loved when mans are tanned in colour it gives them sexy look in my opinion as per my knowing he's could be 6ft or maybe above ok enough I shoudn't just stand here and stare at him like a creep and describe his amazing features which is clearly wrong but I had to admit that I'm physically attracted towards this guy which completely wrong for my position which was against the rule. Who will say that he's a dangerous and ruthless mafia by staring at his cute face oops I shouldn't call a mafia cute but still he looks hot as hell and cute at the same time.I placed my palm on his forehead to check the temperature but suddenly he held my wrist making m

​Sapphire, standing right beside him let out a tiny breathless giggle of pure delight, her eyes sparkling as she watched me. ​My vision dimmed to pitch black around the edges. ​Don Quitow stepped onto the stage, standing directly over my kneeling form. He pressed the cold silver tip beneath my chin, forcing my head up so I was forced to look into his eyes. ​"You were a magnificent weapon, Rose," the Don whispered, "but weapons don't get to choose their masters. Drag her to the transport vans. The Northern Cartel is waiting at the border." —

However, there was a knock on their door, so Lirah opened it, revealing the old man she had seen yesterday. “Good morning, Madam. I’m Arnaldo, Butler of Sir Matias Gomez,” he introduced himself. Lirah opened the door wider and let the man in. “Why? Is Matias not here anymore?” Arnaldo paused and looked at Lirah. “Yes. He’s already at the office.” “Oh, I see.”

Someone who oozed menace. But the man who stepped into the room looked like someone who belonged in a tailored suit ad campaign. Late thirties, fit, dark hair slicked back, his watch probably cost more than my wedding ring. Handsome, charming… disarming. “Miss Brooks,” he greeted, voice smooth. “What brings you to me?” I kept my expression neutral, though my fingers curled into a slow, tight fist beneath the table. “I’m here to ask you about something that happened several years ago. Here. In this casino.”

Zara’s POV A man in a suit with slicked-back brown hair, who looked like he was in his 40s, came in. I squinted my eyes to take in his features very well, but I hadn’t seen him before. He walked in slowly, head bowed like a criminal being arraigned for judgment. “This is the accomplice who single-handedly worked with Zara to steal company funds.” She pointed to him, “Mr Dalton.” Madilyn continued, her voice filled with confidence in her lies.

“Someone will find me. You won’t get away with this.” Both their heads snapped to me, and then they laughed more, the sound cruel and sharp. “Aww, she speaks!” the guy by the door snorted. “Gold digger thinks she’s dangerous,” the smoker said. “How cute.” He said in a mocking high-pitched voice, wobbling his head side to side. “Ooh, I’m dating a celebrity. I’m untouchable.” My fists clenched. One of them walked up to me and squatted down near me, his eyes narrowed. “Let me guess, you thought because you and him went viral once on I*******m, you were untouchable now?”

The untouchable ones, the ones who wore suits like armor and thought their money could drown any of the dirty sin. Riccardo Maestre fit that mold perfectly. Perfect hair. Perfect teeth. Perfect family man—if you only saw him on paper. I’d seen him in boardrooms, all smiles and fake warmth, passing deals like bread at a table. And now I knew he was rotten straight to the bone. We didn’t rush. Rushing makes mistakes.

asked Dahlia to her. “Huh? I don’t know, but I heard to my family that my uncle Ronald Champ offended the mysterious young man last night, my uncle was beaten by that young man. Regarding to staff who saw the young man, he wore a superb extravagant clothes worth a hundred million dollar which is only the top greatest household can afford to wear that kind of clothes” Said Mitchell to her.