Novel & Cerita Mother 3 Masked Man

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

Sneaky glared at him, and he shut his mouth, “Miles, what is your celebrity name?” “Masketer!” Owen exclaimed like a clown. “Mask Man” Chang Mang commented, Miles touched his nose, and Sneaky protested “no way” Owen's face fell, “why?” With a straight face, Sneaky replied, "they sound scary” Owen “_” Chang Mang “_” Miles replied, "Mora's mask” Sneaky's hand froze on the cursor, Miles turned around, and entered his mother's room, he retrieved the mask and wore it.

"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,

“Good. So now you’re talking back to me?” She stepped closer. “If it weren’t for your useless father leaving me in this situation, do you think you and I would be standing here together, plotting how to take back the pack that was supposed to be ours?” “Mother.” The Masked Man’s voice became colder. “Don’t get ahead of yourself.” The Veiled Figure went silent. “If I fall, you fall with me.” He stared directly into the veil covering her face. “Remember that.” She scoffed and slowly parted the veil, revealing only the lower half of her face.

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.

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.”

"Not so fast dear. You don't want to miss out on all the fun do you?", The big masked man said in an ugly gruff voice. His companions began to gather around him. They were five in number and their faces were covered in the same mask. Judging from the way they gathered around the big man he seemed like their leader. He pulled out his gun and stalked slowly towards our direction. Dad rushed towards us and shielded us with his body and the big man guffawed at the scene unfolding in front of him.