Mobster Novelas e Histórias

And even in the shadier areas of the city, a studio apartment runs for half of what I make per month as a maid. A dark-skinned woman with tight curly hair and heavy mascara stands in the corner of the studio apartment I am touring with her arms crossed tightly over her chest, looking as though she is doing her best not to touch anything. I can't blame her. The yellowing tile floors are sticky with an unknown substance, the carpet has misshapen stains around the corners of the room that look like water damage or blood, and when I open the single cabinet in the bathroom, I find a roach belly-up inside. It shows how desperate I am that the fact that it is dead gives me great solace. Maybe it me

Zara Howard It all happened so quickly, anyone could barely process how our living room turned into a gangster scene from a movie. A drunkard gambler who borrowed too much money from the Mafia and had nothing to offer except for empty promises when it was pay up time. Only difference was this time the drunkard was my stepfather, Chad Hudson and the Mafia was Asher Lancaster, the powerful mob boss, who brought with him 6-7 terrifying armed men. My mother was tightly gripping onto my arm as she tried to drag me and my older sister, Scarlett farther away from them. My eyes, however, were fixated on the scene unfolding right in front of me.

OF: Yes Ash: back to our main subject Ash: Everyone focus PS: Yes, go on SL: Yes Boss AJ: Always WG: Yes Boss OF: Yes, Mob boss Ash MC: Huh, yes, Boss?? MC: I'm sorry. I dont know how to address you MC: Don't******* MC: I'm so sorry, don't kill me, I usually never make typos, but I'm a little unnerved right now hence me forgetting the "'" OF: Mia, don't embarrass me in front of Mob Boss Ash my god MC: You may be a fearless, unhinged idiot, but I'm not

He chewed on them as if I had fed him cockroaches, his face contorted with unease, "And what are you going to do about him if it's him?" I gave him an annoyed look, "First of all, I'm not afraid of him in the least. He's a killer, a murderer, a mob boss, so what? I've grown up with killers and mobsters. I have Scott Mancini in my corner; you may have only seen Scott's goofy side, but trust me, you don't want to see him when he loses his shit. That man turns into a hulk. I have Marco Costello, Alessandro Costello, Stefano Fabbri in my corner, and this is before I even start throwing around some more serious names."

The man was so indignant that he shouted, clenching his teeth in rage, "Boss! I've had enough of him! I'm going to kill him!" Moses sneered, "Just do whatever you want! I'll take care of everything!" At Moses's command, the mobsters roared and rushed toward Gustavo and his men. Shocked by the sight, Gustavo's men desperately grabbed the plastic plates and spoons as their weapons.

"Have you found any more information?" "Not really, but there's one thing I have to tell you, Antonio." Carl's voice on the other side sounded doubtful. "I don't know if this will happen or not, but I don't think it will hurt you to be careful from now on." "What is it?" "There's a popular name these days. It's said he's a high-profile mobster with the nickname Monsta." Antonio let out a long sigh. "So? What's the connection? Which network is he from?"

“Has my peer’s condition deteriorated, Kayson?” Kayson heaved a sigh in his heart, thinking about how piteous these two people were. “He won’t die for the time being. Tell me about Dragons Mob.” Even though Juniper was sad, she still briefed Kayson about Dragons Mob in detail. Dragons Mob was an underworld gang in Greenspring, and it was an absolute overlord in this area. The gang had already taken over control of this area four to five years ago. Dragon Mob’s boss was named Jairo Hunt, and he was a skilled fighter. Some claimed that he was a master-level fighter, while some claimed that he was a grandmaster-level fighter. There was a wide diversity of opinions about him.

___ " you don't need to explain anything to me I hear everything you are a disgusting mobster, ___ "I told you I was a dangerous man.. ___ "yes but I never thought he was a mobster I know the dirty work that these types of people do, kidnapping, murder, torture, I don't know what I feel for you the most if it's fear or disgust.gesticulo He tried to hug me and I cowered against the wall. ___" what did I do to deserve this punishment in my life? Cursed time I met you.. He widened his eyes, squeezing me tightly by the shoulders.

He couldn't help but ask those around him, "what kind of monster would do something like this?" One of his companions shook his head, "most likely a serial killer, all the bodies are the same, gouged out eyes and nothing else, this could be the killer's motives, we need to find out as much as we can, and get the sick bastard responsible for this off the streets, today it's mafia men, tomorrow it could be innocent school children." *** A/N: The mob character appeared, had no name, and will never show up again. Mob character: "Only two lines."

He took a bottle of shampoo and put a small amount of it on my head and helped me in washing my hair. "Hmm. So how was your day?" I asked him as I closed my eyes trying to enjoy the little massage he is giving me. "Nice." He said. "It wasn't. You were angry, then later you fought the men. So tell me what's nice about it." I reminded him. "I got to fight, at least." He told me. "Fight? Are you a thug?" "No, I am a mobster and I derive pleasure from it." He confessed.