Mother 3 Masked Man Novels & Stories

"I’ll handle this." The authority in his tone left no room for argument. Nadeem froze, his muscles taut, then reluctantly stepped back. Dontrell stepped forward, momentarily leaving me exposed. "I don’t want to fight you," the masked man said, his tone measured, though it didn’t mask the weight of the threat. "Your father gave the orders; I’m only here to carry them out." “To hell with what my father says,” Dontrell barked, halting in front of the intruder. His angry gaze pierced through the masked man, locking onto the only part of him not concealed—the eyes. “If I say my wife’s not going, she’s not."

He jumps the shattered piece and runs out of the kitchen in tears towards the direction of the voice When he reached, he froze at the sight before him. His mother was surrounded by some men in masks. They wore black with all their bodies covered and a gun firmly held in their hands. Two of the men were holding tightly to his mother, pointing a gun at her and there was a huge man without a mask. A huge scary scar was on his face. He was looking at her mother angrily with a syringe in his hand. He watched as his terrified pregnant mother plead to the scarred man in tears

“The camera was hidden. Abandoned for years. Even Grayson and I had forgotten we had a camera there. But my investigator found it. And when he played the footage for me alone…” Her voice trailed off as she tilted her head, eyes gleaming. “I saw her.” A cold chill ran down my spine. She held my gaze. “The girl in the vintage gown. The first masked woman.” Now, I could barely breathe. “She was fully masked, of course,” my mother added with a casual wave of her hand. “But I watched that footage over and over again.” A wicked glint flashed in her eyes. “And do you know what I realized?” I didn’t answer.

"Do you take this woman to be your wife, to stand by her through thick and thin?" "I do," the man said, his voice muffled by the mask. The guests whispered in awe. Howard Larson, the Larson family's big shot, was so in love with me that he would not let a bad cold stop our big day. He did not want to disappoint me. "Wait a second." The man's eyes darted around, and his forehead was dotted with sweat. I smiled and asked, "Howard, you're looking a bit pale. Too busy with the wedding to remember your medicine?"

It wasn't time to think about it anymore, he wanted to act soon, it was time for him to find out if the masked man worked with his mother. He composed himself and asked, "Mr. masked man, did I hear you insulting my loving mum? She is the person who loves me the most, and I would never allow anyone to talk about her like that." The masked man let out another big laugh," Your loving mum? Do you want to hear the truth?"

I trailed off, almost forgetting that Jax could hear us. “I’m done with work for most of the day,” he covered up, showing me the texts he had sent to Jax earlier containing the documents. Just then, my phone chimed with a video text from Jax, which I swiftly opened and lowered the volume of. It was another video of my mother, but she was in the midst of several masked men, who seemed to be taunting her and insulting her, calling her every word that made my stomach churn. She looked to be completely out of her senses from the use of drugs.

His small limbs encased his mother’s waist with a hug as his hand held the mask with utmost care. Ruffling her son’s hair, the mother smiled even when her purse lightened. “I am sure you will.” Not minding the drama, the merchant turned around with the bronze in his plump palm. The corners of his equally plump lips curled up with delight. Among the buzzing crowd, a woman with a faceless mask was observing the scene between a mother and child from the second floor of an opened bar. With her chin atop the back of her palm, her stormy eyes stared down.

I could tell by how tightly shut her eyes were and how she kept looking at the door as if someone was going to come rushing in. “Tell me what happened,” I said as we sat down. Mom took a shaky breath. "I got off at seven. Strolled out to the lot like I always do. The car was demolished. Three men in wolf masks were standing there watching me. They didn't come near me, they didn't touch me. Asher asked,"Did they say anything?" "One of them laughed," said Mom, her voice hollow. "Then they walked away. By the time security got here, they were gone." A security officer joined us as he banged on his tablet, showing us the footage.

Also, since I wore a mask to Velvet Eclipse, my face wasn't known to many people. Moving into this cramped apartment building under a false identity was the only way to catch my breath while my men hunted down whoever ordered the hit. Not like I needed protection but I was the Don. I couldn't let something happen to me. My mind was still completely consumed by what happened in that alleyway. I was fascinated by the dangerous woman who had shattered my perfect silence. My men had spent the entire morning digging for information, and they finally brought me a name. Her name was Sable. The masked dancer who had saved my life and then vanished like a ghost.

The plan was coming together. “Your son won't know what hit him by the time we're through." The masked man said, the little device in his mask concealing his voice. “I'll help you meet Caleb." He brought out his phone and dialed an unsaved number. “Hello?" Andrew's voice came through. "Andrew Cooper, have you found your mother? “Who is this?" Andrew tried listening carefully to the voice but she couldn't place a name on it. " Would you like to see your mother?” The masked man asked again, and Andrew went silent.