Mob Psycho 100 2 Novels & Stories

Copyright ©️ 2021 by Mylovelyreaders All rights reserved. ⚠️DARK ROMANCE⚠️ Hey guys, thanks for giving so much love and support for my book Psycho Mafia season 1. So my lovelies, I welcome you all to the second season of Psycho Mafia 2. Just like the first season, this book is full of drama, action, romance and thriller. This story is entirely my imagination and the characters are fictious. Any resemblance from the resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locals is entirely coincidental.

my body simply reacted to his command. He holds the back of my neck and slaps my thighs and buttocks. I roll my eyes as I have another orgasm. Boris turns me to face him. His mouth takes my intimacy and he licks up all my spilled pleasure. I moan as I feel sensitive after having cum twice already. "I'm not finished with you yet" he penetrates me again. The mobster runs his hands over my body as he fucks me. He pinches my breasts and slaps them, making me scream with pleasure.

I purr, stepping back and adjusting my own clothes like nothing happened. He looks wrecked—hair mussed, cock still painfully hard, chest heaving. His glare is lethal, but there’s a glint of shame behind it too. “You’re a fucking psycho,” he growls. “Then why did you let me touch you?” I shoot back, smirking. “I'm going to kill you.” He snarls. Then, I turn my back to him, already bored. “Now, move your ass Morano. Before I report you and Dr. Kiki.”

he asked. “What’s funny is that this seems like a fucking high school bullying.” I spat blood to the side. “You can never be a Mafia boss, Knox. Especially not one who wants to go against fucking Lucien Blackwood.” I could see the rage brewing in his eyes. “That’s pathetic, and I want no part in it,” I said. Another round of stomping followed until I started coughing blood. Knox grabbed my jaw and forced my face up to meet his. “I’d give you more time to think about it. And come positively, or else the next time you see me and you try to prove stubborn, I’m putting a bullet through your head, pussy!” he growled.

No turning back now. “Here,” Mico said handing him some narcotics. “Thanks.” Bobby snatched them from his hand. He tossed the pills into his throat and drank some water. Closing his eyes, he played this whole situation out. It was either going to be easy, or it’s going to be blood. Knowing Bobby’s luck, there would be plenty of bloodshed. Mico tapped Bobby on the shoulder. Bobby shook his head; he opened his eyes. “What?” he growled with fire in his eyes.

I explained " That man is a snake. His wife found out he had another family. Two days ago she came to my firm to file for a divorce. Apparently, it turned out Shane Maxwell had a mistress and she gave birth to three kids for him. Also, we have proof of embezzlement, human trafficking, sales of ammunition and drugs. The man has a lot of dirty shit on him. He has a debt to pay a gang he worked for, he borrowed money from them, gambled it a and lost, now they are after him. Hence, the desperation to sign the deal with you". Mason explained.

Leo stood there, tall and unyielding, his piercing eyes fixed on her with the intensity of a man who always got what he wanted. Yet tonight, there was something else in his gaze—a flicker of uncertainty that she couldn’t quite place. He was dressed casually, wearing grey sweatpants and a fitted black shirt that emphasized his broad shoulders. In his hand, he carried a plastic grocery bag, an odd sight considering the man’s usual polished appearance.

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?

My mind is so empty that it's almost terrifying. How did I get here? I keep waiting for someone to show. I try to move my fingers and they curl into my palm. It's a relief. I'm glad I can move my hands at least. Next, I try my toes. They tingle but move. I don't feel pain, not right now, but the fall was bad; I hit my head too hard. I can feel it throbbing though there is no pain now. Luca. I’m not sure if that was a dream or reality. I hope it was a dream. Because if it wasn’t, it means that he’s angry at me. I wouldn’t blame him. I did everything behind his back.

He still hopes for them to live a life full of happiness and fun all year round but unfortunately, his boss has a bad temperament sometimes which causes their misunderstanding always. What can he do? He thinks of ways to help his boss express himself to the latter but he ends up didn't know what to do anymore. His boss is overbearing and arrogant with the miss always. Feeling hopeless and helpless Tony lowered his head and just follow his boss in his black Maybach. He was seated in the passenger's seat while Xavier was in the back. Cold and arrogant is the temperament that an Acceturo possesses.