Mr Bobinsky Novels & Stories

she yelled after me. I walked into the kitchen to see Blake standing in front of the sink, his hands soapy up to his forearms as he dipped them back into the sink. He had on a tight white tee that showed off his rippling back muscles as he moved around the kitchen. My tongue darted out to wet my lips and I gulped at the sight. I stalked over to him, making sure to be quiet so he wouldn't notice and grabbed his ass, making him jerk in fright.

“Leo keeps his word,” Susan scoffed, “Oh sure he does. He threatened to hurt you if you didn't return his money in two weeks and sure enough, he did. Of course he keeps his word. I see why you have such faith in him,” she added sarcastically. “And what exactly are you ‘working on’ this time around? Are you going to borrow money from yet another mob boss or are you going to make another bad investment?”

Marcus. "You don't look too happy, Mr. Marcus. Care to share why?" All eyes turned to the man with a protruding belly and receding hairline. Mr. Marcus laughed nervously again. "No, no, Master Blackwood. I..i'm elated! Truly happy. Ha ha. I'm just shocked as to how you did this without notifying the board of directors first. It seems quite unfair, don't you think?" He pointed out, glancing around the table for supportive eyes. Finding none, he gulped, adjusted his collar again and continued. "You're truly a great strategist, Master Blackwood. K... kudos to you!."

taking out five dollars in ones I reach out to hand them to him only for him to shack his head no. "What's your name" he asks catching me off guard, here I thought this Adonis of a man was just going to ignore me while we waited. "Harper, Harper Lewis" I hate my name with a passion, I still to this day have no idea why my mom named me Harper. I reach my hand out for him to shake and ask him what his name is. "Nixon Marsh" he shakes my hand and I feel sparks as if he was electrically charged and I pull my hand away quickly.

I continued, taking my seat and removing some pills from my drawers before throwing it right into my mouth. “Versa Link group of companies, Sir,” Barack answered. “It is owned and managed by some Mrs Rivera.” “Mrs Rivera,” I pondered before looking up. “You, what's your name?” I pointed at the stranger. “Bob, sir.” “Bob,” I repeated. “Do you know what kind of things I am capable of doing to you, Bob?” He stared at me and didn't say anything. I saw liquid drip onto the office floor tiles from his legs and a smirk escaped my lips.

His eyes lingered on my face for a while, then he nodded, extending his arm for me. I placed my hand in his as we walked towards the front door when a guard approached us and bowed to Clinton. Anger surged through me when I recognized the guy—Maddox, one of the guards who had hit me during the time I was locked in the dungeon. The urge to return all the pain he and his fellows gave me was too strong, but I managed to shove it down under the mask of indifference, keeping my expression neutral even as my fingers itched to strike back.

"Dad, what's the deal with the Jabs family and Bob?" "Andy. Bob is Andy," Milo revealed, massaging his temples. "He's the next in line for the Jabs Group throne in Cascade City, everyone calls him Mr. Andy. His mom is Yitty, the big shot from the Smiths in Brookville. 'Bob Smith' is just the name they cooked up for him when he's out playing the marriage game." "Andy?" Janet's expression shifted, a hint of worry creeping in.

It was nearing 10 o’clock at night, and Noah and I were relaxing on our bed, scrolling through social media on our phones. I nearly choked on the popcorn I had just stuffed into my mouth when I saw a headline regarding Bob: COUNCILMAN BOB BARBIER DISGRACED IN VAMPIRIC CONSPIRACY “Noah!” I exclaimed, elbowing Noah in the ribs. “Noah, look!” “Ow! What?” he asked, glancing up briefly from his phone.

Ryan looked like he’d just stepped off a mountain, rugged and broad-shouldered with a smirk that suggested he knew exactly what Sandy was thinking. But then, the door to the truck opened, and Bobi stepped out. Sandy actually took a step back, her heel catching on a stone. He was gargantuan. A towering, dark-skinned man whose presence seemed to suck the oxygen out. His muscles were so defined they strained against the fabric of his shirt, and his face was strikingly handsome in a way that felt dangerous. "Easy there, little lady," Bobi said, his voice a low, resonant rumble that Sandy felt in her chest. "Don't want you falling before the party even starts."

I hate my brain. I really do. Downstairs, Bob sat straight, almost too straight, like he was trying to impress a man who had already decided whether or not he was worthy before he even opened his mouth, and I had to give him some credit because if I were sitting across from Mr. Reid in this kind of setting, I would have probably melted into the chair and prayed for invisibility. “I’m twenty-two, sir,” Bob answered, his voice steady, respectful, and just the right amount of confident, and I saw Yssa grin beside me like she had just won a prize.