Smg4 Mario F A C E 소설 & 이야기

I muttered and clicked the ‘send’ button on my screen. Mario stared at me, a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “I can’t wait to see the result,” Mario muttered as we got into the car and drove off.

Mario remarked with a hint of mockery and sarcasm in his tone. Although he could hear the mockery and disdain in Mario's tone, Josh didn't let it affect him. Smiling faintly, he glanced up from his phone, meeting Mario's gaze, and replied politely. "Yeah, it's been a big adjustment, I'm glad to be part of this family," Josh replied calmly, hoping to deflect the negativity.

Mario is focused on his phone, typing on his screen as Adrian stares at him. "How is it going?" Adrian asked. Mario let out a sigh. "Pretty well. Ish." He said without looking at Adrian. "How are you?" Adrian asked. Mario looked at him. Adrian awaited an answer. "Oh, you really want to know?" Mario asked. Adrian didn't respond. "I didn't know you were that concerned about me. You have a girlfriend that makes you very happy," Mario said, smiling. Adrian kept staring at him. "The one you stole from me," Mario said, frowning.

I released a breath I didn’t realize I was holding, only to jump slightly at the gentle touch on my shoulder. Mario. “You okay?” he asked quietly. I bit my lip, unsure how to answer. Physically, I was fine. But emotional, I wasn't. “I’m alright,” I said finally, then glanced up at him with a faint smirk. “What about you? How’s your busted lip?” He shrugged, barely reacting. “Never been better.” I chuckled at the deadpan expression on his face. This was so Mario; unshaken, unreadable, like the world could fall apart and he’d just blink.

This is so not good. Mario, the left side of his face covered in an ugly green bruise, crouches down to my level and grabs a handful of my hair, wrenching my head back. "I want my diamonds, bitch. Where are they?" Mario's black suit wrinkles as he leans into my face, each of his slicked back black hairs in place. My head screams in pain as he loosens his grip and then pulls back more. "Mario..." I stammer over my words, "I don't... have... any–"

she chirped, giving me a playful wink. My breath hitched. Slowly, very slowly, I turned my head to Mario. He was smiling. That knowing, amused and completely unbothered smile told me everything. My fear didn’t fade. It transformed into intense anger.

Tom continued, stepping on Mario's daughter's finger with his shiny shoe. “Don't do that!” Mario reflexively shouted loudly, when he saw his daughter getting mistreated. He even stood up to fight Tom. “Ah... you've finally made your voice heard,” said Tom, smiling slyly as he approached Mario, and with one kick smashed his foot into Mario's face, knocking him to the ground. “Oh my!” Sira exclaimed chokingly. She didn't expect that Tom's face was not directly proportional to his nature. But Sira hurriedly put on an ordinary expression. Because even she had been treated like that by Mario's family.

A man named Samael greeted me with a wide smile. I gave a nod. “Hello, my name is Mario. It’s nice to meet you.” “It was not nice meeting you, Mario,” a man said coldly, so I was wary of him. He was so serious that he seemed ready to launch an attack. His partner just booted him. “Don’t be a jerk! You’ve in menopause once again!” Claeg gave me another look because I couldn’t stop giggling. “You can still laugh even if you know you’re going to die now,” he remarked with a smirk pasted on his lips.