Novel & Cerita Scp Crooked Man

He sighted an old man sitting alone on a bench. "Come with me.” Scorpion instructed his goons. They got to the old man and Scorpion ordered one of his men to hit him and he did. The man groaned in pains. "What do you want from me?” He cried out. Scorpio nodded at his goons and they started throwing punches at the old man. He tried to dodge the blows but he was too weak. His loud cries attracted Speedy’s attention and he watched scorpion's men beating up an old mam.

Will you be staying here or . "Here's fine," the Croc said. He grinned. He liked pushing peoples' buttons, and these folks were edgy already. He could tell that no one could figure what to make of him. They knew that he killed people for a living, so his generosity was causing hell on their mental models. He wasn't an easy man to entertain, and this group looked like they could be fun. Tarloh measured the man up. He seemed to be almost brutally open. The Croc didn't appear to holding anything back. Whether or not that was a good thing or a bad thing, he couldn't quite decide. He turned to Robbie.

Alessandro’s pov: Damn it. Bloody Santino Martino is interfering with the trade again. I turn around and shoot the dead man on the ground, for the twentieth time because he deserves it. He is a renowned member of their gang, and he had come here to finish me off, but things don't always work out the way you want them to. They are involved in human trafficking and other illegal practices. I have refrained our family from such involvement.

Marcus. Standing in a pool of artificial light, wearing that familiar tailored suit, that crocodile smile like he’s here for Christmas dinner instead of a kidnapping. “You’ve got some nerve,” I rasp, pushing myself up with trembling arms. “Calling me that.” He spreads his hands like he’s welcoming me home. “Is that any way to greet your father?” “You’re not my father,” I snap. “You’re a mistake in a very expensive tie.” His jaw ticks, but he covers it with a smooth chuckle. From a leather folder, he slides out a stack of papers and lays them neatly on the table between us.

I paused in my steps as I watched two masked men step out of the vehicle. “Who are you people?” I asked with a frown but then my gaze landed on their sleeve and my heart began thudding violently against my chest when I spotted the scorpion tattoo on their arms. I recognized that tattoo anywhere as it was a symbol for the The Scorpio Clan, the most dangerous and notorious Mafia clan yet to be apprehended by the cops. They have eyes and ears everywhere and getting rid of someone was a piece of cake for them but that's not what terrified me the most.

Claire smirked, nodding her head in the direction of the door. "Tall,hawt and Irresistible.Who?"I asked, but turned straight around to see who she was looking at. I smiled when I was him.. Mr MACCHIATO!! as I like to call him.His gorgeous dark hair was wet from the rain that was pouring down outside. It definitely added to his usual Handsome look. I turned back around and continued stacking the paper coffee cups."I guess that man likes his coffee."I tried to stop myself from smiling,knowing that if I did she would make a thing of it.

After accidentally discovering that my boss owes loan sharks 50 million dollars, I start scrambling for a way out of my contract with the company. Just as I'm wondering what to do, a string of comments suddenly appears before my eyes. "Poor Lindsay. That idiot boss of hers plans to use the company's livestream to launder money and pay off his debt." "The moment she goes live, the entire sum becomes her personal liability!" I'm the company's cash cow, trapped in an ironclad contract, yet I don't have a shred of evidence to take to the police. Just then, Tasha Moore, one of the company's rookie streamers, walks over with a sweet smile and hands me a glass of water. "Lindsay, I heard you'

APRIL "Good morning, pom-pom." I look directly at the smiling man. "I know you have missed me and I just wanted to surprise you. Did I surprise you? I know I did." "Do you always answer your own questions? That is a little weird." He is already very weird. "But to answer your question, yes, you surprised me. What are you doing here?" "I already told you, I came to surprise you." He laughs. "Are you on drugs? You always act so weird. You know, pom-pom, drugs are very bad for a girl like you."

Dwayne Pov Finally, it night, we got to the club. Everywhere booming with loud music, people pressing themselves to each other. I stood at the corner with Cody. Then I called the scar man and asked him. "Hello, where is he." I asked straight to the point. "Sir. He is about to come in, but we have the lady here with us.". He yelled across the phone, due to the loud music. "Where are you." I asked. "Oh, I'm at the other side of the club, can you see me in waving my hand." He yelled across the phone.

Slowly… very slowly… The figure turned. A wicked smile stretched beneath the dark hood. A chill sliced through Caius’ spine. No one had seen that face in years. But Caius knew him. Knew the aura. Knew the danger. His blood ran cold. “Draven…” he whispered in disbelief. The cloaked man’s smile widened. Then…. He vanished into thin air. Into silence. Into the night. Caius stood rooted to the spot, shock freezing his breath. Draven… alive? Draven… here?