Persona 5 Madarame Boss Novels & Stories

It seems that I couldn't get her out of my mind at all. "I will find you Miss unknown." I mumbled but the next second I was distracted by call. It's time to focus on my work. ___ I put back the lingerie in my pocket and stormed out of my suite. Black roll Royce cars were lined up outside with men in black, waiting for me. Their Boss , Caspar Mcadam, the money laundering Mafia King. The god of the American underworld. I'm the symbol of danger, blood and death...no human being in their sanity would like to cross their paths with me... I'm ruthless man with no mercy feelings.

I roll my eyes. “She won’t do anything. So play nice.” I say to her when I look around for Cass to see her with Alina, her team, and Luna talking to Boss Tadashi Hamada. The boss of the Yakuza. The Irish kings are speaking to Dimitri and Andros. They look ok so I decide to join them. Rocco and Val were beside me. As I approach, the king’s all turn to face me. I know each of them and they look at me like I’m an insect, then they look at Val and they smile wolfishly at her. She stiffens and steps slightly behind me. Pussy ass bitch.

He had a very dark expression on his face. He walked closer to me, examining my bruised face and swollen lips. No one had given me medicine and my wounds were still fresh. I forced down the lump when he quietly stepped towards me. He was not the same man I had slept with many nights. He was the boss of the mafia. He was a murderer. He was back to the same monster. His eyes were telling me everything. It was difficult to ignore the scorching hatred in his eyes toward me.

She ventured back in and sat on the chair. "I'll make some coffee for you." As Jose stepped aside, Marra turned her head to the right. Earlier, she hadn't paid much attention to the pair of humans on the sofa out of surprise, but now Marra could see that the man in the black shirt Jose called 'boss' had many tattoos covering both arms and wrists. Even the skin on his neck was almost invisible. The man turned his head towards her, making them exchange glances for a few seconds before Marra broke the contact and focused on opening her phone.

Ren didn't waste his sniper ammunition, providing cover fire with his spectral pistol. They reached the central chamber. It was a circular arena surrounded by a moat of bubbling digital lava. In the center, chained to a massive anvil, stood the Boss. BOSS DETECTED: THE FORGE MASTER. LEVEL: 45 (ELITE). HP: 25,000 / 25,000. It was a towering monstrosity of black iron and glowing brass, fifteen feet tall. Its right arm was a massive pneumatic press, and its left was a rotary saw blade that sparked against the floor. Its chest cavity burned with a white-hot digital furnace.

Within seconds, the projector screen flickered to life. The tension in the room was suffocating as Edwards pressed play. A man's face appeared on the screen. He looked rough and unshaven, his eyes darting around nervously. "State your name," Edwards's voice said from off-screen. "Marco. Marco Salinas." "Why did you use a fake ID to get a job on the Brooklyn site?" The man shifted uncomfortably. "Because I was hired to plant the explosive." "By whom?" Edwards asked. "A guy called El Poncho."

Lariempi replied softly “But I can make it up to you.” He added after a moment of silence “How?” Amelia asked as she finally turned around to take a look at the god who took up the form of a dashing young man “I can help you evolve and become stronger so you can have you revenge.” He replied “Have my revenge? But the monster is already dead.” Amelia exclaimed “This mystic beast is not the first to slip into the mortal world and it won’t be the last, your husband is just one of several that has died and will die by their claws.” Lariempi said emotionlessly

I stayed quiet, my fingers tapping nervously on my bag. When the car finally slowed and stopped in front of my apartment building, relief washed over me for half a second. I reached for the door handle. “Wait,” I said, frowning. “I never gave you the exact building number. How did you know to stop right here?” The driver turned around slowly in his seat. His thin lips stretched into a smirk that made my stomach tighten. His scarred face looked even more menacing under the dim streetlight coming through the window. “The boss says you need to make Ryder reveal his true form,” he said, his voice low and rough. “And that pretty little thing around your neck belongs to him.”

“I know it must be killing you.” I turned around and opened the little fireplace in the wall. “They say you can't feel more than one emotion at once,” I said, putting on the gloves. “One must surpass the other.” I picked up the glowing red rod from the furnace. “Hearing your screams bounce off the walls of this room would do just the trick.” I walked back to him, waving the rod in front of his face. He leaned back, his eyes widening in fear. “Look, I was hired,” he screamed. “That person you killed did most of the work. I don't even know what was inside the fucking video.”

“The drug addict who owed our boss promised extra cash if we kidnapped her. He—” That fucking Aditya. If I got my hands on him, I will cut him into pieces. I interrupted the man, saying, “That fucker doesn’t have a penny to his name.” “We know. You are the one who will give us the money in exchange of her. And, a little tip, make it fast if you want her in one piece, by the sounds of it he isn't taking good care of her,” He laughed, “Probably because he just went through a new packet just now.” Click.