Sam Larusso Cobra Kai Novels & Stories

Ditto buddy! “What? You can fly over the river as a wolf?” I shot. “Almost, I am one of the fastest wolves in Astoria,” Kent said. Not bragging but just like it was a fact. “Why don’t you transform and I hop on your back? I can hold on pretty tight.” I suggested. Kent turned to me slowly. He looked beyond angry. “How dare you!” “What?” I asked, confused. “How dare you ask an Alpha to be your mule? I have never, will never, let anyone ride my back.” He explained further.

I joked around. “Whoever he is he’ll surely crush us later.” “It doesn’t matter, as long as I’ll eliminate that Russo on the road first.” I shot back. “Oh right, let’s focus on that first.” After a couple of minutes, we entered the car when the starter signals us to be ready. I can feel the tension when I got inside the car, as I shift my gaze to the SSC Tuatara at my right corner, I saw how Russo flashed a wide grin at me and even wave his hand. What an assh*le, he looks like a sh*t.

“Didn’t expect to see you here, Lucas.” Lucas’s grin didn’t falter. “Long time, Anderson.” Kai slid onto the bench beside me without asking. His leg pressed into mine like a silent claim. Possessive. Intentional. Lucas didn’t miss it. His eyes flicked to the contact, then back to Kai. “Still playing soccer?” Kai asked casually, shoveling a fry into his mouth. “Nah,” Lucas said. “More into robotics now. Less concussions, more trophies.”

, He thinks to himself as he heads downstairs toward the kitchen, then goes out the side door down to the horse stable. He opens the stable doors and slowly walks through the stable, thinking to himself, " Which one? Which one? ", he keeps walking, then suddenly stops and turns saying, " Hello Kaia! ". There sat his prized 1966 Shelby Cobra Super Snake CSX 3015 Replica, the was Guardsmen Blue with White Racing stripes because Jeremy liked it better with the white stripes with the roll bars behind the driver's seat. Kaia just purrs as he fires her up and slowly heads out of the stable After closing the stable doors, he flys down the road to go pick up Alexandra.

he said, his voice firm but strained. Her eyes narrowed, her voice sharp. “If it’s Luca, I’m in. Don’t shut me out, Kai.” He hesitated, their trust a tightrope, then nodded. “Together.” --- The garage was a cavern of steel and oil, its dim lights casting long shadows. Luca stood by a black SUV, loading ammo, his gaunt face tense as Kai and Gianna approached, Marsh and Rosa flanking. Kai’s gun was holstered but ready, his voice cold. “Luca. Step away.”

Don't forget, our families are still at war and I really don't wanna make it worse, so don't make me hurt you, capiche? "Testa di cazzo! Let me go!" She spewed Italian curse words as she struggled to get out of my hold. I wanted to pull her to my lap and spank her ass red until she learned her lesson not to curse at strangers who could potentially harm her. The mere imagination made my dick throb behind my zippers. With apprehension, she tightened her lips as a black SUV parked sideways before my Ferrari followed by the white Lamborghini earlier, obstructing the way. A tall blonde man in a black suit, who I presumed was Saint Russo came out of the white Lambo, and, man he was pissed.

“Are you sure the Omega’s properly drugged with the experimental Luna Nera? This plan to fuck over that idiot Lorenzo can’t fail, or the Alpha skins us alive.” I froze solid when I heard the conversation between a man and... Luca.

" What's your name? " " Samantha " The lady replied with a soft tiny voice. She look away from Maximo for some seconds,not wanting to get completely mesmerized by the beauty she saw in those eyes of the Italian Mafia Boss. He was sitting still on the couch in his spacious, grandiose living room with a Cuban cigar on his lips. He wore a thick black jacket that fell and was swirls on top of the ever expensive boots he wore. There is nothing one might compare to the beauty in Maximo's steady eyes that morning.

“I'm sorry, I can't” He looked disappointed but he smiled. “Alright. Mind if I drive you home?” “That is very kind of you but someone will soon be here to pick me up. Goodnight, Nathan” I hurried out before he could respond. Almost immediately, a Rolls Royce phantom pulled up in front of me. Lukas stepped out looking perfect, attracting the attention of a few of my coworkers. He circled the far and opened the door. “How did you know this place?” I asked, trying to sound unimpressed.

Face contorted in rage, his muscles grew tense and he cracked his knuckles, Klauss mercilessly shot the tires and fired all the bullets at the impala that the three jackasses were riding on. Leroy, Lyric, and Narco's great flexes and agility evaded the bullets and get out of the car. Narco and Leroy, who did not go through the car's door, came out of the impala's windshield and helped Lyric with the book. The three of them ran toward Klauss' car where Mort and Sumire boarded in the backseat.