Scarface Synopsis Novels & Stories

The earth drake pulling it spooked, letting out a deafening roar, its colossal body thrashing wildly—only accelerating the carriage’s slide toward the cliff’s edge. “Move in! Seal off the escape route! Don’t let anyone get away!” Scarface tossed the warbow aside, drawing the longblade at his waist. He leapt from the cave with his five men, landing solidly on the mountain road behind the carriage, cutting off any path of retreat completely. Half the carriage now hung over the empty void of the cliff, teetering on the brink of destruction. “Go. Flip the curtain and confirm the body,” Scarface nodded at the short man.

Then I punched him in the stomach and wanted to reach for the knife again— A breathy laugh sounded, and the next thing I knew, his arm snaked around my waist. A heartbeat passed, and my back hit the sofa, and the man in black rose above me. Chuckling, he pulled off his monkey cap, revealing his devastatingly gorgeous face. “You're such a feisty little creature, aren't you, Sunshine?”

"I don't have any money." The talloest one laughed. He had a scar running down his face that made him look even scarier. "We don't want your money, sweetheart." His hand shot out and grabbed my hair. I felt extreme pain in my scalp as he grabbed my hair. I screamed but it was cut off by a slap from another man. "Nice and quiet now," Scarface whispered in my ear.

“No names. No paper trail. No mercy.” Luce grinned. “We flying out already?” My eyes were pure murder. “We fly now. Anyone in our way—shoot them. I don’t care if they’re cops or nuns. If they breathe Giordano’s air, they die.” I headed for the door. Scarface groaned from the floor. I walked over. Squatted beside him. Blood still poured from his leg. "You’re going to bleed, Scarface. Not just out of that leg. But from every inch of you. I’ll cut them out."

Did he kidnap me to get what he thinks he wants or is he just bored? “Don’t talk to me like that princess, you’re pushing your luck.” He said coldly… but calm. I went quiet for a while, not knowing what to do. I located the chair that was beside me And sat on it. I was sitting directly opposite the Scarface man and it gave me time to look at him for the first time That is a nasty scar on his face, but there was just something in his eyes, something deep that tells a story and I didn’t know when words began to fall out of my mouth. He looked rough but mysteriously sexy at the same time...

Blinking soon reached the agreed deadline of half a month, and Kristen Oliver began to feel a little uneasy. Finally, Ethan Wharton got a call. Scarface has been found. When they got there, it was already midnight. But both of them are in a hurry and can't take a rest. At the place, Kristen Oliver recognized Scarface at a glance through a single glass. 'It's him.' Huo Yan came forward to negotiate with people, and Kristen Oliver just watched. But when I saw the delicate man on the side of Scar's face, I couldn't help being speechless.

“Prince of the pack. And you just fucked up big time.” Scarface turned and tried to run, but I’d already thrown myself at him. I grabbed him by the collar and lifted him a good three feet off the ground without any trouble at all. “Who sent you?” I asked. “N—no one!” he stammered, trying to twist free. I tightened my grip. “Again.” He struggled to breathe. “Fine, fine! We were told to keep an eye out for you, that you’d be coming through here!”

It was a place of ghosts, a place where the pristine glass of the Diamond District was a forgotten dream, and the reality was the cold, hard mud of the old ways. The armored SUV was waiting, its engine idling with a low, guttering thrum that sounded like a wounded animal. Jax was at the wheel, his face masked by a layer of ash, his eyes wild with the feral, disciplined focus of a man who had seen an empire fall and was ready to build another in the mud. Dominic stood by the rear door, his silver chopper secured in the bay, his smoke-grey eyes searching the dark perimeter with a manic, dangerous intensity.

I'm sorry. ''All right, I think you're right; he must have looked for these women just like you, who are lionesses in bed. He told me that I was cold and unsalted, that I have no attraction to hold a man.'' ''Lucas, he's a scoundrel, Beatrice; put that in your head once and for all! And I know what I'm talking about. Are we going or not? Call the Italians to sit here and have some fun?'' I turn the glass of drink at once. ''Come on!''

I shifted back and looked up to see whoever it was that I bumped into. He was tall and muscular, he also had some beards on his face, he looked like the same man from the mafia ball that Luciano hated a lot, that's him! I concluded to myself. “Wow, who do we have here?” he exclaimed “The woman of the great Don Luciano! What are you doing?” he asked. “Hello, good afternoon to you too,” I said sarcastically. “I'm here to do what everyone else here is doing, picking up a product and giving money in exchange”. I said to him,