Mister Untouchable Novels & Stories

he said, and meant, in his own private way, something both terrible and true. Adraino left the room the same way he’d entered many battles: raw, ready to tame this Vancouver Bastard. Yet Gregory carried with him an uneasy triumph. He had negotiated his life from the jaws of ruin and walked away bristling with the kind of power that only survivors could claim. Untouchable, in his head —and in the mafia’s crooked accounting, untouchable did not always mean safe. It only meant you had a few more moves left.

He makes a sound that is not quite a laugh. "Don't be delusional, Miss Aria. I don't want that either" He signals the waitress for the bill and I watch his face in the warm light of this restaurant, so unreadable, so completely unbothered, and I tell myself I made the right decision. What I don't know yet, sitting in that booth with my stained shirt and my swollen eyes and my tea going cold between my hands, is that somewhere in his company's portfolio of hundreds of acquired businesses and authorized deals, one particular file exists.

'Masturbation is forbidden,' flashed on the TV. "What if my nuts explode? Who's gonna clean that up?" he yelled, receiving no reply. Once finished, Rob went to look at the laptop, hoping he could figure out where he was, or even better, contact the police to free him. The boot up screen simply read 'The Institute' - nothing else. He was surprised when he saw the date. It had been two days since his last memory. There was no internet, but the computer had access to an extensive collection of books and movies. It also had literally thousands of p**n videos and movies; all sorted by genre. There was even a directory labeled 'Snuff.'

He wastched us both suspicously, then said, "Vince, I see you met my daughter." His name is Vince? "I'm Sofia. It was a pleasure to meet you." I indroduce myself to 'Vince'. "Vincenzo Moretti." He said in a deep voice. He had an accent. "Vincenzo is the Italian Don." My papa said to me. That explained his sexy accent. Did I just call his accent sexy? "Why are you having a meeting with the Italian Don?" I ask, confused. "I'll explain later, now come, your mama made breakfast." He answered.

Waiting. Something in her stomach dropped. She unfolded it. And froze. DANTE NAVARRO FREED AFTER FIVE YEARS BEHIND BARS. Her vision blurred. “No,” she whispered. “No… no…” The room tilted. The man from the bar. The way he had looked at her. The word counselor. The calm. The control. Her breath turned shallow. A voice sounded behind her. Low. Familiar. “Morning.” She turned. He stood in the doorway, shirt unbuttoned, expression calm—almost amused.

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Absolutely riveting. He grabbed the robe blindly, fumbling it open. Getting her arms through the sleeves was an exercise in torture he had to guide her limbs, support her weight, all while maintaining his steadfast refusal to actually look at what he was doing. He worked by touch alone, hyper-aware of every point of contact, every accidental brush of skin on skin.

He’d start watching the Thomas couple after he’d met with this mysterious man whom JJ refused to name. Adrian went to sleep and slept through the night dreaming of dead wolves. He woke up the next morning with a smile on his face and a spring in his step. He whistled as he showered and got dressed for his meeting with Mr Unmentionable. Mr Unmentionable was a short man with a thin mustache and a goatee. He gave Adrian the creeps as they shook hands. Adrian slid an envelope over to him which he opened and perused for all of five seconds.

"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. I trust you are well?" One of the Chinese executives, Mr. Li, responded in English. "Good morning, Mr. Sinclair. We are well, thank you. We appreciate you taking the time to discuss our upcoming project." Mace maintained his professional demeanor. "Of course, Mr. Li. I understand that this project holds great significance for both our companies. I believe our collaboration can lead to mutual success." The meeting continued with discussions about project timelines, milestones, and budget allocations. Mace led the conversation, displaying his deep knowledge of the industry and the project's intricacies. Victor, ever attentive, provided documents and informa

Sunlight caught on the diamond, scattering light so violently it nearly blinded me. “Alessa!” I almost choked on my coffee. “That rock could fund an entire museum. Jesus.” Her laughter rang out, rich and delighted, drawing yet another wave of glances. “I know. I nearly fainted when he pulled it out. He got down on one knee, Natasha. Michael Astor. Stone-cold Mr. Untouchable, on his knees.” I stared, still stunned. “No way. The same man who made Wall Street sharks cry actually went romantic?”