Temptress Hair Mafia の小説・ストーリー

I said, looking straight into his death stare. “No?” He shook his head slightly and continued, “Every whore works for someone. Is it the madam of an underground whorehouse that is in need of money or one of those useless scumbags that want me dead?” His upper teeth grazed his lower lip, biting down enough to deepen the curve of his mischievous smile as his eyes gleamed with a dark amusement. At that moment, I carefully slid my hand into my purse and collected the tracker without him noticing, but I had to distract him so I could attach it to his watch.

The door opens to two men; one has black hair with silver streaks and a scar across his left eye, he is tall, well built and looks about forty, the other is younger, probably around Ryder's age and sports messy mocha brown hair and piercing green eyes. “Alpha, we have a problem,” the older one says as soon as the door opens. “Two rogues tried to break into our territory…..who is that?” His eyes fly to me and I become instantly still as a statue. I don’t like his stare, it’s strangely unnerving. The younger one turns his attention my way and blows a whistle. “Sweet, your new plaything Alpha?” My brows furrow, why does everyone keep calling him Alpha? Marlene had merely laughed when I tried to

She asked the lady and the old lady tilted her head at Leah. "Does it not bother you that he is a mafia king?" The lady asked and Leah went quiet. She stared at her lap blankly. It bothers her very much but when he said he doesn't kill the innocent. He never wanted to be a mafia king. He only became this because it was his only path to becoming a strong man. With this his being a mafia doesn't bother her. She had known him for a while back then and he had a kind heart but something still bothers her. The sword of death hung above his head for twenty-four hours. His status scares her.

“Not to mention those ‘Ndrangheta bastards, who’ll definitely want to get involved to clear their honor.” “As if they had any honor,” the woman commented, and for a moment, I feared what might happen to her. Servants weren’t supposed to talk like that, meddling in mafia business, especially around their bosses. But instead of reprimanding her, Melissa laughed, nodding in agreement.

“And I don’t plan to start now.” I gritted my teeth. Who the fuck is this woman? “You’re Cross, aren’t you?” she went on. “The big bad mafia boss. The one who seduced a cop and thought he could play both sides.” I still didn’t speak, but my blood boiled at the way she said it. She was toying with me. “Tell me,” She mused, her voice cutting through the water. “Did you really think she wouldn’t betray you?” My strokes faltered for half a second.

As if his hands were still there… still holding me. His fingers brushing slowly against my skin. His grip was tight almost possessive My breath caught. Was he.... lost too? Did he feel it? “No... no....” I shook my head quickly, trying to push the thoughts away. My hands ran through my damp hair in frustration. I shouldn’t feel like this. This is wrong. He’s not like that. This wasn’t.... intentional. It was an accident. He didn’t mean any of it. He’s not that kind of man.

“ You were right, I'm part of the mafia and the people that trade human organs are framing my clan for it ,it's going to get us in trouble with the authorities if they continue staking up false evidence against us. So that's why am here, to end whoever is behind our blackmail.” My legs were jerking on their own uncontrollably.“ So you'll leave once you find the person?” He nodded and my heart squeezed. “ Mrs Hamilton and Logan just want to get it done quickly so they can go back to the states even if it costs the lives of innocent people.” He continued. A lot of questions ran through my mind about this Mafia thing and this was my chance to get them answered. “ This mafia,is it like a cult or

Adjusting the tie with a sense of finality, Alex acknowledged the transformation. Ready to embrace the night, Mr. Mafia ventured out, the allure of the party heightened by the enigma that surrounded him. Little did he know, the threads of destiny were woven into the fabric he wore, setting the stage for a night that would unfold in ways even he couldn't predict.

I nearly yelled when I saw the numerous tattoo he had on, but one gripped my attention, and I knew instantly he was a mafia He threw his jacket on the couch and brush back his hair with his right palm, he was still on his mask, I can't see his face yet, but his hair was curly black as some of them fell to his face, even without seeing his face looking at his green eyes one can tell that he's fucking handsome.

"It seems like I won't need to wear a wig to maintain my image in the future. I will forever be the prince charming in your mother's heart." Aubrie stared at him, "Back then you were handsome, but now you have an old man vibe. People's hearts change. Now I like fresh meat!" Braylen sat on the armrest of the sofa with a smile, holding the woman's shoulders with both hands. "I used to have fake hair, all thanks to the Maddox Group. Now that I'm not using it anymore, my real hair will slowly grow back. Just give my hair some time, and in two years, I'll be a young and fresh face too."