Scarface Synopsis Novels & Stories

I snatched one of the shirts in his hand. He let me go to the bathroom. When I emerged once more, he had set the table with the dishes he prepared. He gave me a once over, slow, intimate like he was carving it into his mind. I joined him on the couch, slowly devouring my food. Aside from having no idea what day it is or how much time I had passed, I had barely had enough to eat these past few days. Not like I was complaining. Eating once and spending the rest of the day entangled in bed with an Italian mafia boss, seemed better than a three course meal.

“Where are you? Don't tell me you're still hiding.” I tried to scramble to my feet but it was too late. A flaming torch was the first thing that came into view, followed by slow, deliberate foots. “Well, well, well.” Scarface appeared in front of me. Thanks to the dancing fire illuminating her face, she looked nothing short of a villain from the children books I used to read as a kid. “Who do we have here?”

He did not greet me when I entered. He never wasted manners on theatre once the audience had arrived. “Carter,” he said. “Don.” I stopped three feet in front of him. Not submissive. Not challenging. Measured. The kind of posture men trust because it tells them what they want to hear. Useful. Controlled. Yours. Marco lifted his head at the sound of my voice. One eye was swollen shut. Blood clung to his teeth. “Please,” he rasped, and I almost admired him for trying. “Don, I didn’t sell anything. I swear to God, I didn’t—”

Pissed off one of them, and one might disappear. Scarface took one look and knew they had to bail. He motioned for his men to retreat. But the rich young men weren't letting it slide. "You think you can just wreck my car and walk away? Watch me wreck you!" one of them roared, jumping into his sports car to give chase. … Natalie let out a long breath as she watched the thugs vanish into the night. Only then did she relax, turning her gaze back—only to lock eyes with Rowan.

They all fell on their knees without a word. Scoffing, he dipped his palms into his pant pockets. “Scar!” A man dressed in complete black stepped forward from behind, “Yes Boss.” “Lock them up. Make sure none get even a drop of water until my son is found.” “Yes Boss.” Scar turned his gaze to the six kneeling men and immediately, they got on their feet and followed him without a struggle. Lauren carefully parked the bike in its designated corner with a sigh. She was done with her last job for the day—home delivery.

I said and sat looking down towards the ground, then back him nervously. “Fine, fine, Scar. We are going to be seeing more of each other anyway, so plenty of time to catch up” He stares at me with a smirk on his face. Don’t get me wrong, he is a good-looking man, and if I didn’t know who he was, he would probably be my type of guy. He has these gorgeous green eyes, but there was no emotion in them when he looked at you. His jaw perfectly sculpted, and his dark hair always sat perfectly. Anyone looking at him could see he looked after himself. He knew it though, he knows he was handsome, and this made him very arrogant.

The brown wolf came to nuzzle me where I stood and ran my fingers through his fur. "It is sad we met like this, Scarlett. I am Neo, Maxwell's Wolf," He linked me. I was so glad that I giggled through the pain. I kissed his nose, and he licked my face and then howled. I smelled Lucian behind me; I turned around to face him. He wasn't happy. He lifted my hand to examine the shackles on my wrists and then used something to unlock them. I did not miss the fact that he was naked. The moment the shackles came off, He lifted me and carried me into the pack house. He did not say anything to me, but I could feel his fear. He was afraid of losing me, the three of them were. I buried my head in his che

"You've got guts for someone who's in for a contract marriage; may I remind you that I have the power to get your father thrown out of that hospital?” She looked at me; her eyes burned. I could feel the hatred for me in her eyes, but I didn't care! “So what do you say, Miss Scarlett? Do you want to go on with the contract or do you want to back out? Of course, I won't touch your father or do anything to you. But if you slip any word of this out, it's over for you.” I said to her, turned, and walked back to my seat, leaving her to deliberate on my words.

Not this time. I watched as he returned to the bed, his hands crossed behind his head, legs sprawled. "Give me a show, Scarface," he added. My nails dug into my palms as I squeezed them into a fist, but I pressed my lips together to keep from shouting at him. "I have been with many princesses, Elora," he said, his voice dripping with venom. "I know your type. Pretending to be all innocent and meek, but within a few days, they turn into whôres, ready to take up any côck that comes their way."

His face was slack, a jagged scar cutting down one cheek. “Anything?” Ferraro asked. I slowly shook my head. He was wearing a black mask. I didn’t see his face at all,” I muttered. “But the clothes are the same.” Ferraro turned his gaze to Nico. “And you, Signor Baldocchi?” “I have enough enemies to fill a small country, Lieutenant. I can’t remember every face that wants me dead,” Nico replied tartly. I felt the faintest flinch in Ferraro’s jaw as he nodded.