My Left Hand Man Movie Novels & Stories

I cried. Dressed in a black trench coat, he looked imposing. His crisp, woody scent was oddly reassuring yet the moment he appeared, a splitting headache surged through my skull, making my vision blur. Once more he stirred distant, fragmented memories that shifted and swirled, always just out of my reach. “Mr. Whitman,” Nicholas Hastings spoke coolly, his voice laced with an imposing authority. “Laying hands on a woman is hardly becoming of a gentleman.” His long fingers remained clenched around Adrian’s wrist, the skin beneath already turning red. Adrian yelped in pain, the force of the man’s grip snapping him back to his senses. He knew exactly who Hastings was.

Her eyes were watering as well. She held him as close as she could. She planted kisses on his forehead. He was on his knees, and she was in his lap. They stayed there until the sun was replaced by the moon, and the sun won the battle again and replaced the moon. As the rays of sunshine dried up the previously wet floor, and lightly warmed up Amber’s toes, her swollen eyes opened. Amber’s pov: The man whose arms are wrapped tightly around my waist is my man…I’m sure of the fact that he’s the one for me. He is my mafia man. He chose me, not because I didn’t give him a choice, but rather because his heart told him to do so.

So she was sure this man was the one. After all, Panda B was an association of business men and women. And judging by this man's appearance, he must be from there. He's presence alone told her that he wasn't an ordinary man. Infact, she was also surprised at first when Lucia told her they were getting help from them. But she was still thankful to God for these children. They have suffered a lot. If this man could be with her little Lus, then he would protect both siblings now that Jonny, Lucia's fiance is about to break off the engagement. She really hoped that Lucia would be strong for herself and Pablo. Pablo was a sensible kid who knew when and when not to ask questions. Although he wante

As they immediately struck a deal, I made a hand signal, indicating it was time for my next line of action. A man walked towards us, and my face tightened. Both Olivia and Rowan noticed the tension in the air as the man walked towards us. Rowan excused himself. Wise man. He had an idea about who I was, and did not want to involve himself with whatever I did. He has played his part by talking with Olivia and striking a deal. I was happy that he excused himself. “Long time no see Alexander. I see you got yourself yet another toy to play with. You never seem to change”, the man said with a chuckle.

I tell him looking at him in the eye, Fingers comes in with a briefcase, a black one and it reminds me of the one I stole. Now I know that all that money is what they collected from these people. “Is it all there?” asked him and he nods. “All here.” He confirms and I nod. “Good.” He stood up and I hear the man sighing in relief. Shame, if only he knew. “Hand,” I say and Fingers is quick to grab the man’s hand and placed it on the steel table. I bring the chain saw to life and chop the man’s handoff. He screams in agony, and I moved away.

"Now, show me the hand that touched her ass." His tone had the man bringing forth his left hand immediately. His movements were wary and hesitant, but he couldn't outrightly disobey. Nobody saw it coming — at least, I didn't — when Alessandro brought out his gun and shot straight at the man's left hand. The man emitted a howl of pain that had my ears bleeding. "That will be the last time you ever lay your filthy hands on a woman." I was still in shock when Alessandro walked up to me and put his hands on my shoulders from behind, his gun dangling off my shoulder.

Instead, he turned to his men, and said in a commanding tone, “Hold his arm steady.” “No! No, please! Don’t do this!” The man thrashed around in vain, his screams reaching the rooftop, as two guards pinned his arm to a block of wood. Leonardo bent beside him, inspecting the trembling hand with a cold detachment. “This hand,” he said, gripping the man’s wrist firmly, “is the one you used to touch her, isn’t it?” “Please… please…” the man sobbed, tears streaming down his face. With one swift motion, Leonardo brought the blade down, severing the hand cleanly at the wrist. The man’s scream was animalistic_ a raw, guttural sound left his throat as blood spurted from the severed arm, pooling on th

I clenched my jaw as I shook my head. I didn’t think twice as I slammed the tenderizer down, shattering his index finger, followed swiftly by his ring finger. His left hand was now a mess of mangled fingers. Why did I start with his left hand? Because I know he’s a leftie. I know he’ll recover, and I might have to heal him, though I’m not inclined to. I want him to suffer without the use of his dominant hand.

Frank stammered, shivering in his boots. “Then from now on, prepare to be left-handed.” Harvey’s tone was ice. Tyson walked up to Frank with an equally cold expression, then slammed Frank with a brick. Frank trembled harder. He opened his mouth to speak, shivering in fear. “Since we’ve come to this point, there’s no need for the two of you to do it yourselves. I can do something this trivial for you.” So saying, Frank grabbed the brick with his left hand, then furiously slammed it onto his right.

The older man only stood up and went to the door, calling for someone. “I’m sure you remember Lefty,” he said casually. He took something from his men and whispered some instructions to him before sending him off. “I’m lending him to you as your shadow from afar. I’m sure with what happened to you, you’ll be taking things into your own hands now and will not wait further.” Alex nodded, gripping her fists.