Mother 3 Masked Man Novels & Stories

He said "I was told, what news do you have? were you able to find the man who Layla bit?" Michael asked and June stared at him with concentration. "Yes sir, we have found the man whom she bit through the blood, if Layla hasn't bitten him to the point where he bled, we wouldn't have been able to find him because according to her statement which she gave on the day at the hospital, the three men were wearing masks but she said she could identify them if they spoke because she heard the three voices" He explained to Michael.

The masked woman entered a room and removed the mask on her face she turned towards the man following her “Call van for me!” She commanded. The man bowed and left then he returned with the girl that looked like Savannah and walked back out leaving the two of them to talk. “Van!” I suggest we move on with our initial plan because Raymond Cole will be back today. The masked woman said not turning to face her. “Godmother!” Do we have to go to that extent and provoke both the Cole and the piers!? When our original target is the Sinclair!” Van said still bowing with fear.

But the real question is—how is it possible that her son is already this grown? “Take off your mask,” Ryder said sharply as we moved closer, his eyes locked on the masked man. “Do you really think you can fight me or escape from her that easily?” The masked man didn’t flinch. He stood his ground, calm and unreadable beneath the mask. “I’m not here for any of you,” he said firmly. “I’m here for my mother, not to waste time arguing with anyone.” Ryder’s jaw tightened at his words. I could see the anger flicker in his eyes, but he forced it down, studying him carefully instead.

If I wasn't here, all of this wouldn't be occurring. My mother dragged me forward, fingers closing hard around my wrist. "We have to make it to the forest," she pushed, voice rough, laced with desperation. We never made it. Figures emerged from the smoke in front of us-four of them. Their cloaks billowed behind them as they appeared, their faces concealed behind expressionless, smooth masks. A trap. My footsteps faltered. My mother held me back against her chest, her stance growing hard, protective. One of the masked men leaned his head to one side, a smile on his face. "Running won't change anything." His voice was smooth, conversation-like-this was a chat, not an ambush.

She covered her whole body with thick ice as she passed through the fire and gave a stunning kick to the head of the masked man. The masked man crashed meters away from the force of the kick. He slowly stood up with a visible smile on his face. "Dad!" Vicoliz called. Yes, apparently the kick broke his mask. "Who is your dad?" the masked man replied as he touched his face and saw the mask had broken into pieces as it fell apart to the ground. "Don't you remember me? Your son Montana?" Vicoliz replied walking towards him. "Montana!....No way! My son Montana died a long time ago. You ain't my son" He replied.

The man groaned and turned around. "Leave them for now. If we make any mistakes, you know the consequences," said the other man who just walked in. They were all dressed in black and their faces were shielded by a mask. The man standing in front of her grunted in annoyance. He stepped away and nodded to the other two burly men. "Let's get out of here." The two men released her mother, shoving her to the ground. And they all left the room and bolted the door.

She might need it. Marissa nodded to her mother's words. " How can I see him? You know it's not that easy?" Marissa asked and her mother smiled reassuringly. After chatting with his daughter, Marissa's mother left. She could not afford to stay out for long lest he becomes suspicious. Arriving at the hideout, she was greeted by a tense atmosphere. " Where the hell did you go, woman? Why didn't you tell me that Lorenzo had a video recorded ? Do you realize that if my back wasn't facing the camera , we would be doomed? " The masked man thundered and everyone present felt the weight of his power.

It was now obvious to me they would be following all night. "Madam," I heard a slight chuckle as I was spooked. My mother was being greeted by a masked man so suddenly. I smelled the air. Too many mixed scents to catch anything. "May I have this dance?" He asked in amusement. It was hard to tell his facial features. His hair was slicked back to hide anymore telling secrets about his identity. He was dressed fine enough. My mother scoffed in amusement before looking at me.

the masked man said. “I am choosing independence over submission,” Ruin answered. The masked man looked toward my father. “Then watch closely,” he said. Two men stepped forward and forced my father to stand. They did not harm him yet, but the threat was clear. “You misunderstand something,” the masked man continued. “This is not about territory. It is about consolidation.” “You will not consolidate through coercion,” Ruin said. The masked man laughed softly. “We already have,” he replied. The camera shifted slightly. In the background, more figures became visible—at least five, all armed.

"Don't fight. Just agree. Please and go with him." The masked man with the bad cologne stood over us. Smiling. "Touching. This is truly touching and I almost feel bad." He crouched down. His hand reached out and touched my mother's hair. She flinched. Mother was scared. I held her tightly. I wasn't going to let them take her. No. The man smiled at Mum. "You kept your end of the bargain and she agreed. Good." I didn't say a word and hid my face in Mum's body.