Mob Psycho Percent Novels & Stories

Aiden asked Mason and he hissed a little. “Come on. I already told you… “ “I mean the details.” Aiden cut him off sternly. “Okay. I took a job as a mob boss to be the middleman for a deal. I get the drug for the boss then I deliver it and take his money then get it back to him. I get paid twenty percent of the money.” he explained and Aiden furrowed his brows. “And you took it?” he asked in disbelief. “Fuck, yes. Twenty percent from a deal like this is huge.”

I leaned closer without realizing it, my hands braced against the desk. 63%. My pulse spiked. “Come on,” Jonas muttered under his breath. 87%. I held my breath, eyes fixed on the screen. This was it. 99%. And…

He is absolutely, without a doubt, a psychopath. My mind reeled at his audacious demand, the words echoing in my head like a thunderous clap. "Just, what the… fuck?" I blurted out, unable to conceal my shock and disbelief. Vicenzo leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched my reaction with amusement. "Easy, isn't it?" he replied, his tone chillingly calm. "Consider it your initiation into the family."

Fennel shrugged and said, “100%.” Thump! Philip was stunned. His eyes widened as he asked, “How much?” “100%,” Fennel repeated. This time, Philip panicked. If he remembered correctly, the XD factor content only needed to reach 10%. 15% would be considered a genius. Even Fennel only exceeded 20%. As for him, he actually reached 100%?! What did that mean?

But why let a small detail like that stand in the way? An hour later, she stood in front of her mirror, admiring her makeshift disguise: baggy blue pants, a brown belt with a cobra buckle, a collared shirt tucked under a dark vest, black hat, a fake mustache, and boots that had seen better days. "Not bad," she mused. Her reflection was, at best, unconvincing, but desperate times called for questionable outfits.