Novelas y relatos de Mob Characters

The sound of clicking could be heard in the background. Behind the brown mahogany desk sat a man typing furiously on the desktop. The man is Alexandro De Marco. An important and very well known businessman in the business world. The owner of De Marco incorporated. He is handsome, smart, cunning, cold, calculating and sexy as hell. He is known to be a Devil in the world, in short he is a force to reckon with. Women throw themselves at his feet and wish to be by his side and men want to be him. But he's cold demeanor would make you run for the hills.

His expression showed anger and despondency. Boris is tall, very tall. His body was very muscular, with tattoos all over his body and an ethereal posture. I couldn't deny that he was a handsome and attractive man. His hair was dark, slicked back. Dark brown eyes, almost black. A thinning beard, making his features even more mature. The look the mobster had on me didn't please me. It only made me even more afraid. My mother looks at me and gestures with her hand. She wants me to say something.

Even if I was so fucking confused at the moment, I was sure of one thing, which was my severe attraction for her. _ Thursday came by pretty slow. But now that it was here, I found myself getting nervous like a thirteen year old boy. Fremantle Michealson succeeded in turning a Mafia Lord, into a whipped pussy. That would serve a marvelously pathetic news headline. "They're here, boss. The designers." Jojo, my right hand man after Liam told me. I nodded and told him off, turning to the mirror to fix myself before mentally cursing and heading to the door. When have I ever had to dress up for a woman?

"To tell you that my boss isn't a bad person, sir Corey might act all tough and ridged, but he isn't a mobster you portray him to be," David explained. "Corey isn't a mobster, tell me what good do you see in him?". I said and made sure to deepen into my qualm. David grinned. "Miss, you're only saying this because you've only seen one side of him, and do trust me, I've been working for him some years now, Corey isn't the mobster he portrays to be,"..... ...... David narratively explained to me. He took his attention away, as he restarts his car.

I want to avenge my father but right now I need to survive. I shake my head to cast the sad thought and focus on driving until we are near a community of modern villas that only well-known people could afford. What the F! So surreal... This place is WOW! This is the first time I step into this community, I didn't believe that it has a beautiful place like this in the heart of Mover City. This place is magnificent, very naturally... with malls, churches, parks, banks, and supermarkets. This place is so peaceful...

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

"I can't. I can't do it." "It's going to be o.k." "No it's not," Molly said standing up. "It is so so not going to be o.k. there's a whole planet of chasens out there and they're going to keep sending them after me until I'm dead. Do you not see how messed up that is? It would literally be us going up against an entire race and we can't do that. And we're not talking about some small fragile race that we could actually have a chance going up against no, we're talking about an entire race of chasens, alien cyborgs that are good for doing one thing and one thing only and that is wiping entire planets clean. We do not stand any chance going up against them, no chance at all."

There was a hint of fright on the guy's face as he winced stepping back before he ran off like a rat. His hair was dark and cropped military-styled. Indeed, very sexy. His biceps muscles pressed against that white fitted polo t-shirt and a glance to his abs, definitely six packs, or even eight packs, Taya wondered. Finding herself staring at the man, her gaze went up to his face and she hoped that she didn't gasp out loud this time. If Lucas were a prince charming in a fairytale, this man was a Greek God; strong jaws and perfectly trimmed stubble short beard that defined his masculinity.

Inside, the crane hung like a metal relic that could still change its mind and lift something if asked politely by a greater force. The packs were already arranged—Redmarsh steaming with a loyalty that begged to be choreographed; Rooke immaculate, eyes sliding along the crowd like the memory of a rake; the lesser cousins staging their indifference as proof of sophistication. The Council of the River had sent three: the ferry-woman; a man with hands like pilings; a girl with hair braided tight to her patience.

She asked and I gulped in horror. “Now, Mr Rover paid for you to be his doll and whatever Mr Rover wants, he always gets because he's the most ruthless mafia lord I've ever seen but also the best person to buy you compared to all the men out there. So you'd better thank your fucking stars for picking his interest” “What the… are you telling me that I should be happy Mr Rover wants me? Why on earth would…” “Speak one more time and I'll fucking kill ya. I dare ya, bitch” The third woman among them yelled at me and I froze again when the lifeless looking woman pressed the gun harder against my skin.