Scarface Synopsis Novels & Stories

I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady, despite the fear making my knees weak. Scar-face chuckled, a harsh, humorless sound. “What do we want? Oh, little wolf. We want a lot of things. And you, sweetheart, are the key to getting them.” He took a step closer, his eyes glinting. The rifle felt like a living thing in his hands. I instinctively took a step back, bumping into the cold concrete wall. “Don’t worry,” he continued, a mocking smile twisting his scarred lip. “We’re not going to hurt you. Not yet, anyway. We just want to have a little chat with your boyfriends.”

I knew it was probably a trap, but my longing for my mother and my desperation to get the music back won out over my reason. But I was careful. I told the butler where I was going. When I pushed open the door to room 502, I wasn't met with my music, but with two large, strong men. One of them had a brutish face and eyes filled with a disgusting greed and lust. I recognized him instantly. Marco, a rival capo, a pig known for his cruelty and depravity. "Haha, you really came, my dear sister." Bianca stepped out of the shadows, a twisted, triumphant smile on her face.

Once you find out where the kidnapper is, make sure you keep Fiona safe and shoot him! “Yes!” Inside the warehouse, Scarface angrily toyed with the butterfly knife in his hand. "It pisses me off! This is sheer hubris! I have never been so threatened by the object of extortion in all the lives I have committed!" "This woman, who is this woman?" Big beard waved his hand: "I think we should calm down first and wait and see." Someone who dares to be so arrogant, maybe there really is something remarkable about it --" Baaaah!

Scarface said, “I’ve been watching this chick for a few days. She doesn’t have a pretty face, but she has a lovely shape! Look at her thin waist! Oh, my. I want to reach out and feel it.” “Scarface, are you certain that this girl is a nobody? Is she a safe target?” The other man frowned and said solemnly, “There’s no room for mistake!” “I’m positive and absolutely sure!” Scarface rebuked with displeasure, “Is this the first time I’m on duty? I have caught so many targets. How can you question my competence?” After giving it some thought, the man decided that Scarface’s claim made sense. “Let’s do it,” he said to his friends as he started the car.

“They didn’t touch me.” I let out a breath. “Good.” Scarface chuckled. “Touch her? Please. I’m reckless, not suicidal.” I finally looked at him. “Then you’ve got about thirty seconds left to live.” He grinned. “Big talk for someone who walked in alone.” I held up the ledger. “You want this, right?” His eyes gleamed. “Toss it.” I did. But he never caught it. Because that was the cue. In the instant his eyes flicked toward the flying book, two things happened.

Scarface clutched his jaw and roared, "Shit! Kill her!" All at once, several burly men lunged at me. I reacted quickly and took down the first man to charge. However, I was no match for four attackers. Blows rained down relentlessly. Even so, I bore the brunt, keeping Silvia pressed safely into the corner. "Ms. Romano… Please, stop. I'm begging you… Let her go," Silvia pleaded, tears streaming down her face. But Scarface had lost his patience. He clicked the gun into place, then aimed it at me. "You wretch! You're asking for it!"

“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!”

I looked up at him just to found myself laughing my *ss off. “What the hell? Why are you laughing?” “Nothing, hahaha! It’s just that… hahahahaha… sorry! I mean, you look horrible!” “What the f*ck, Agatha Tatiana!” “Why? Truth hurts, Caleb Nicolo! I mean, you look like a mummy! You’re wrapped in a white bandages. From your head, to your hands and to your feet.” “It’s because of you.” “What? No! It’s not!”

, I take three slow steps in her direction. “ You had a thousand chances to get me into this party and even so, you preferred to leave me outside, abandoned to my own devices!” - I couldn't, Jean, he's very suspicious. And I know you would succeed, Francisca! You are the wife of one of the biggest bosses of the Italian mafia. What a terrible time to be funny and falling into laughter is inevitable. She insists on the theatrics still with her hands clasped around her neck.

My next words hang in my throat when a familiar calloused hand glides around my waist, pulling me closer into his warm body, his hot breath fanning my neck and making me shudder. I watch as the blood drains from Bruno’s face, fear instantly taking over his flirty expression. He forces a half smile and takes a step back, flattening his tailored black suit with shaky hands. Adrian steps out from behind me with his hand still resting on the small of my back, a sly smile playing in his lips. The loss of his warmth makes me shiver from the sudden cold and I wish he didn’t move. “Mr Ferraro. I- what a pleasure to meet you!” Bruno stretches out a hand for a handshake but Adrian ignores, turning his