Novel & Cerita Mother 3 Masked Man

"Where's my father?" One of them stepped forward. White mask. Nothing on it. No face at all. "Celeste Ravencroft." The voice was weird. Distorted. Male. Cold as ice. "You came alone. Smart." "I did what you said. Now show me my dad." The masked guy waved his hand. Two more came out of the dark dragging somebody between them. Old guy. Gray hair. Beat to hell. Could barely keep his head up. "Dad!" Celeste started running but the white mask held up her hand.

I know that will burst his bubble but I would hate to get his hopes up and crush them when he's already started making arrangements of moving. We say our goodbyes when we get to the parking lot. Richard walks Mom to his car. Nate walks me to his car. Just as I'm about to climb in the car, a man in a black mask attacks Mom from behind. I freeze on the ground when the attacker locks Mom's neck in his hand and points the gun at her. I watch in complete shock as the attacker leads Richard to the trunk of Richard's car and locks him there. The attacker looks up and points the gun at me.

My grip tightens on the phone. No. No, no, no. My heart slams against my ribs, my pulse roaring in my ears. I watch him—Ghost—standing in that fucking room, his hands shaking, desperation clear in his eyes. He wasn’t pleading for our lives. He was trying to undo what he did. “Why should we believe you?” the masked man asks. Ghost lets out a bitter, humorless laugh. “How else would I know the name? Come on, why do you think I told that idiot to stop?” His hands clench at his sides, his whole body tense. “Just take the three million and let us go.”

Javed whispered. “Stay in the restroom. Do not go back to the table. I am on my way.” The line went dead. Twenty minutes later, Javed was standing just inside the restaurant lobby when the heavy glass doors flew open. Martin stormed in like an avenging dark angel. He was still wearing his dress trousers, but he’d thrown on a sleek black leather jacket that made him look impossibly large and intimidating. His face was a mask of pure, murderous rage. Before Javed could even speak, Martin caught sight of Adrian, who had wandered out to the lobby looking for his date.

The blue-masked woman moved behind, her hands sliding up my back, unfastening my gown to let it fall, exposing my breasts to the cool air, her mouth descending to suck a nipple hard, teeth grazing the sensitive peak. “Oh god,” I whimpered, the combined assault overwhelming, and the gold-masked leader chuckled, stepping closer, her hands cupping my face, kissing me deeply, her tongue dominating mine. The silver-masked woman increased the vibrator’s speed, the hum intensifying, while the purple-masked woman added a third finger, thrusting deep into my wet cunt, stretching me further. The red-masked woman’s tongue delved deeper, her hands spreading my thighs wider, and I rocked against her face

I wanted to rip the mask off, to let him see the monster and the woman, and to lose myself in the heat of his embrace. But as his fingers moved toward the silk ribbons at the back of my head, a cold splash of reality hit me. I am a murderer, I reminded myself. I am an impostor in a dead girl's palace. He is a man of the South, a man of secrets. If I let him see me—truly see me—I would lose the only armor I had left. The power of my eyes was my greatest weapon, but my mask was my greatest shield. Just as his fingers brushed the knot of the ribbon, I grabbed his wrist. My grip was unnaturally strong, fueled by the desperation of a cornered animal.

Fighting the bonds that are tying her wrist together, she raises her head and spits right into the face that is staring back at her. “My daughter will never be in the hands of whoever the hell Fletcher is.” Giving him a look that would have my whole body shaking, the masked man wipes the mucus off his face and laughs like it was the funniest thing he has ever heard. Paison and I shared a look that held one emotion, fright. The next thing we know, another big bang threaded around the room. Looking back at the scene, my mother falls to the ground and a big puddle of sticky, red liquid seeps out.

The rusting pipes dripped water, creating a cold atmosphere but that did not seem to bother them. “You've done it dad, we're twenty four hours away from owning Cooper Conglomerate.” Mason laughed, taking a puff out of the cigar in his hand. Don smiled. “It has always been mine, and now, it'll officially belong to me. I can't wait to see Noah's face when I strip that mask from his face and make him watch me destroy him.” Mason and the others laughed, their laughter echoing in the basement, to the ears of the three blindfolded women who were scared for their lives behind the tall shelf. The shelf was standing between the men and the captives.

"Now I know that. It happened on a normal day, we just had breakfast, and Amanda left for her house as usual, mother always preferred to cook lunch and dinner, she said it helped her focus more. I didn't question that, she looked older and thinner, I was sad because I couldn't do anything to help her. We had just finished seeing a movie when they burst into the living room." I accept the hug from Aella, in short, I hold her, encouraging her to pull me closer. With my eyes tightly shut, I continue "They were masked, and at some point, I think two of them took off theirs. But no matter how hard I try; I can't seem to remember any of their faces. Mother tried to protect me till her last moment,

She was very happy and wished that one day, she would know the real identity of the masked man. At the international news front, the media carried the same news world wide. “The masked man, with a group of unidentified men, carried out a rescue of 300 women and children from an underground bunker owned by the late Sin Jon, a notorious godfather of the Italian mafia, and human trafficker. Some of the victims have a message for the masked man.” The reporter lowered the microphone to one of the girls but her face was covered with something black to hide her identity while she spoke, “The masked man isn’t a monster. He is kind. Thanks to him, I’ll see my parents again.”