Mother 3 Masked Man Novels & Stories

Lucas Anderson was unfazed by the masked man's reply; in fact, he chuckled and remarked, "Ha! You're no fun." A quiet descended in the car as they both sat there without further conversation. After a few minutes, Lucas Anderson finally broke the silence, saying, "I need you to get rid of the mother and child." The masked man expressed surprise, "You're doing this for her?" he inquired. Lucas Anderson replied with a smile, "No, I simply disdain those who value money over life. So, kindly assist me in sending them away through fire." His demeanor and expression suggested he was discussing the removal of weeds from a garden.

The masked woman said. “At what cost?”Vivian demands. “You see, i killed his parents they where easy to kill. But he, he didn’t turn out to be as i espect.”The masked woman said. “Your point?” Vivian asked. “Kill your son in-law. Kill Vincenzo Leorando Torricelli”

“You will not do it yourself. You will present the evidence to people who can handle it without Mr. Femriss knowing we are involved.” ​I wasn't sure how I'd manage that, but I nodded. I'd do anything for that information. ​She moved toward her wardrobe, reached under a heap of clothes, and pulled out a tiny box and placed it on the desk. Just as she was about to open it, three masked men burst into the room. One of them struck my mother on the head with a gun, and she collapsed. ​I screamed, but my voice was cut short as one of them covered my mouth and blindfolded me. I struggled, but he was too strong. My legs left the floor as he carried me out and tossed me into a car.

I'd thought about Nyx all week, the way she made me forget I was Nicholas Bodeen for exactly three minutes and twenty-seven seconds. "Mr. Bodeen," Dominic greeted me at the entrance with that practiced smile. "Welcome back, should I assume you're requesting Nyx again?" "Yes." "Of course. VIP Room Three is ready for you." I followed him down the familiar hallway, my pulse already picking up. This was ridiculous. I'd dated models, actresses, women who made careers out of being beautiful, but none of them had stayed in my head like this masked stranger I'd met for less than five minutes.

“You know my mom?” The man laughed quietly. “Oh…” His voice carried something frighteningly familiar. “I knew her long before your father did.” Richie frowned. “W-Who are you?” The masked man tilted his head. For a long moment… He simply watched the frightened child. Then he answered. “I’m a ghost.” Richie didn’t understand. The man smiled beneath the mask. “And your mother buried me.” Back at HexaTech… Jennifer’s phone suddenly rang. She answered and listened. Then looked at Luna. “They found something.” “What?”

“This is exactly what you said last time and yet look. Why should I believe you? Give me a reason not to kill you.” “Please I'm be—gging you— You can take anything of value that you want, and you can keep it till I have the money to pay up.” My father says to him while looking suggestively at me. The masked man follows his line of sight and when his eyes land on me, he leers at me in a very disgusting manner. “This….. is the thing of value you were talking about?” The man asks while smiling widely already sure of my dad's answer. I shake my head vigorously as the masked man stalks towards me. While the other two men were doing an excellent job in pinning me down, they doubled their efforts w

She warned him. The other masked man sent a signal to the other three and spoke up, "Then how about you guess which one of us is Dillon here?”

Well, I couldn't still tell if he smiled or not because of the mask, but I could see the intensity of his eyes, the darkness that filled his eyes and how it showed off in the way he lowered his eyebrows and his eyes. Just then, other men came in, standing by the door, while this mask man ran towards my father. Within seconds I had seen my father on the ground, groaning as the masked man held my father's hand tightly as though he wanted to break the bones. The blade my father had used had fallen to the ground, and my eyes were still glued to it. My mother was screaming, and same was my sister, but their sounds didn't penetrate my ears as I was already lost in the thoughts of what I would do w

She replied and, like a mother, she held my hand and pulled me to the corner where a man sells vagina masks. “Need pretty masks for the party, I got the best”. The man was American, I could tell that from his accent. “Give us two”. Laura said. The man selected two masks from the pile of masks on his table. “Have this”. He handed the masks to Laura. “Three cents”. Laura took the masks from him and dropped a dollar bill on the man’s desk. “Here is three cents and a tip”. She turned to me and handed one of the masks to me. “Have your mask, Betty”.

My determination doubles as I zoom for the rest of the masked men. Three against Reagan is tough. But I trust him with my life. And knowing that he’s holding the line for me, fuels me further. I burst out of the exit, only to hear the tumbling of a pickup truck with a driver hurrying them. The rest of the masked men, three of them close in for the getaway ride. Summoning all of my power, I thunder. “DROP HER!” The three turn around, shocked that I could catch up. And that hesitation costs them everything.