Riff Raff From Underdog Novels & Stories

When Jake gained his sight back he saw some stable girls giggle as they walked by. The guy was wearing a black tank top, and black jeans with running shoes which ruined the cool guy image he was trying to betray.. The man looked down at Jake and sneered in his direction like he knew that Jake was judging him in his mind. Then Jake had started to worry that he was a mind reader. But he remembered Glory saying that mind reading is a rare talent that not many wolves had. He looked up from Jake and got a smile on his face, there was a blurred movement and when Jake got to his feet, Glory was in the arms of the guy that had knocked Jake down and was proceeding to kiss him on the cheek. Glory look

“I get it, Mr. Vince. But how do you want me to catch a man like him? I don’t exactly have a direct line to the mafia.” The room fell silent as Mr. Vince leaned forward, his gaze intense. “I didn’t ask you to make a direct line to him, Ethan. I want you to get close in another way. We’ve got intel that he’s currently injured. He needs a doctor to treat him in his home. That’s where you come in.” A frown tugged at my lips. “A doctor? Are you serious? I’m supposed to pretend to be a damn doctor and just waltz into his mansion?”

It all might be confusing to you but you will slowly know the reason why a mafia king is going to school. The gang finally showed up and without even glancing at me get themselves seated except Issac as he will be driving his bike today. Riley and Julia were talking about how they will make new friends and Ethan was telling how no one will talk with them cause they are so ugly. Due to their constant bickering, I was unable to concentrate on driving. Along with the headache I was having due to last night as I had quite a lot of drinks, it was making my mood even worse.

I turned and walked away, my heels striking the stone floor. “Remember this. Whoever I choose to lift can become an underboss. Whoever I choose to destroy can only end up as trash.”

But Callum had a lead. In the shadowed basement of an abandoned textile mill, we met a man named Rafi. He was rail-thin and jittery, his skin gray from too many years underground. “You shouldn’t be looking for Sable,” he muttered. “We don’t have a choice,” Callum said. Rafi’s eyes darted between us. “You don’t find Sable. Sable finds you.” “And how did you survive meeting him?” I asked. Rafi chuckled, a broken sound. “Who said I did?”

he growled, his voice giving off the 'don't mess with me' kind of vibes. The girl, still shivering like a leaf in a tornado, stammered, "I–I'm–I'm just a wanderer." she said in a shaky tone. "I swear, I didn't know any pack resided here." she managed to explain. The dark-skinned dude in the group of the three wolves didn't take too kindly to her words. "And what does that mean? Hold in, because we are rogue wolves, we have no right to run a pack? And we can't own a territory?" he asked in fury, he raised his clawed hand to slit her throat like he was auditioning for Wolverine and was about to strike. But took a stop, because the big guy had other plans. He stepped in, playing the peacemaker.

she explained with a shaky voice as he dragged her down the long hallway. "Okay," he said, ignoring her pleas. He dragged her down the stairs all the way to the basement. Once she saw he was leading her towards the basement, every atom in her body began screaming for help; nothing good ever happens in the basement. She kept quiet once she realized that her screams were not moving Jose one bit. She had already tried the weak persona, and it obviously did not work. She thought men in the mafia liked weak women, but Jose was clearly an exception. She decided to change tactics, anything to survive one more day.

He challenged. "No, I don't gamble my dollars to a cent!" He is so cocky. He then act to punch Rafa while Demi is pulling him away.He push her away and send her stumbling on the floor. Just as Rafa was able to break loose. The two men exchange punches. With Rafa's experience living in the street as Street fighter to survive and his body development by working in the resort. He easily defeated Albert. Albert's man seeing their boss down on the floor once more seize the young man. Albert get up with bloodied face and nose and lips busted, attack Raphael, too embarrassed that he was injured by the young man.

Beep beep. Beep beep. Beep beep. 4am. He always slept through his alarm, or storms, hell a freight train could drive straight through the room and he wouldn’t budge. So the alarm he set was to wake her up so she could in turn wake him up. She use to roll over in the morning naked and wake him up how most men dream of starting their day. But, thing have been different this past year. Who knows maybe he really was having an affair. In any case, that was all history now.

I needed a moment to breathe. I pushed open the door to a small, dimly lit room and sat down at the small table, dumping the wads of cash onto it. I didn’t even look at the bills anymore—just money. It felt like I was counting scraps of my dignity, each one thinner than the last. And then I heard the door creak open behind me. I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. The heavy footsteps, the oppressive silence—they were unmistakable. "Well, well," Raffael’s voice sliced through the air, cold and biting. "Look at you, sitting here like you actually belong. A cheap whore, counting your money. How quaint."