Tuxedo Mask Real Name Novels & Stories

I wanted to rip the mask off, to let him see the monster and the woman, and to lose myself in the heat of his embrace. But as his fingers moved toward the silk ribbons at the back of my head, a cold splash of reality hit me. I am a murderer, I reminded myself. I am an impostor in a dead girl's palace. He is a man of the South, a man of secrets. If I let him see me—truly see me—I would lose the only armor I had left. The power of my eyes was my greatest weapon, but my mask was my greatest shield. Just as his fingers brushed the knot of the ribbon, I grabbed his wrist. My grip was unnaturally strong, fueled by the desperation of a cornered animal.

"Please forgive me, boss!" I chuckled darkly. "Why call me boss when you don't even know how I look?" I let out a light chuckle. Everyone I work with in the mafia only knows me as The Masked Boss. They don't know my real identity or what I look like because I always wear a mask. To the rest of the world, I am Hardin DeVante—a successful young businessman. My true identity is known only to my boys and a select few in the gang. "No, boss! I promise to—" His words hung in the air, his eyes rolling back as his body lost its soul. Slipping my revolver into my black pants pocket, I let his lifeless body drop to the floor and sat up.

He smiles and replies, “Just call me Greg, and please do keep it a secret. ” He nods and says to him, “I understand, it seems you are a secret yourself. Why all the secrecy? You have not committed any crimes have you?” He doesn’t speak rather he nods and walks towards the room, this time, he doesn’t stop him. After the long sentences, he allows him to enter the room, he walks toward her slowly and he looks down at the sleeping beauty. He is about to remove his mask but he sees her stir in her sleep so he stops and walks closer to her. She opens her eyes and stares right at him, he looks down at her and says to her,

I said before hanging up the phone. “So, your engagement party turned into a masquerade ball?” Jaxon chuckled. “Shut it.” I said and picked up the mask I had resting on my desk. I have used the same mask since I started the company, and I decided to hide my identity. I also wore it when I worked with the Renegades. Without the mask, I was considered a nobody who went by Zy. With the mask, everyone knew me as Alpha Zydan Hynes. Staring at the mask, I guess I couldn’t complain about wearing it. I didn’t want to go to the party, but at least my identity won’t be exposed. If I am lucky, I can also find a way to break off the engagement.

She quickly reached up to check her own mask, relieved to find it still in place. One of the men stepped forward. He was tall and imposing, with a cold expression on his face. "We won’t remove your mask if you don’t want it removed," the man said. His voice was low and gravelly. "Hello my name is Van Costco" She recognized his name from whispers she’d heard before in the underworld, Big Tom had made it his duty to keep her up to date on the big bosses in the underworld—Van Costco, one of the most feared men in the Mob League.

the man uttered, and she was sure of who that baritone voice belonged to. She looked to her left and saw the man wearing a mask to hide his identity. "The assassin who tried to kill me…" she whispered as she looked him up and down. He nodded his head. "How petty of you to attack when your enemy is vulnerable. Can't fight the mafia boss fairly, huh?" she mocked and he chuckled before putting away the knife and putting it in his pocket. He sat on her bed and she scooted away but he held her arm firmly. "I'm not here to kill anyone," he uttered with a smirk as he looked over at Keisha's facial features. He watched as her face twisted with confusion. He got closer to her and she leaned back to a

I face him and saw the pang of pain painted on his face. "I'm sorry. As my wife says, she can't. If it's not intruding on your privacy. May I know who you are besides your name?" I asked stoically which I mastered to do when I am trying to intimidate a person. He immediately faltered. "I'm David Tuscano!" He replied trying to be fierce but I can see he felt agitated. He is not good at masking his emotions and words. "Tuscano?" I asked again, repeating it. I want to make sure I am not hearing right.

“I knew his name was Alexander Johansson; I didn’t think to mention Alexandro Giovanni was a pseudonym since we both have one and it’s common in the fashion industry. That was the name he was officially charged under. He didn’t want it in the media so he had them charge him under his birth name and why Miranda or the UK public didn’t know about it.” “Mike found the charges against him; I didn’t think they told you his real name” Emmett says, taking the yearbook off Simone and placing it on the floor next to him. “When you told me about him; I did a g****e search. There’s something about the first person you knock unconscious that sticks with you. I knew who he was and had Mike do a search on

Chapter 18 Tongue-tied Tinsley was stunned because she didn't think about it, and so she couldn't help stuttering, "But that…" "Yeah, so what if you're known as a White Tigress who goes around in a mask?" Rory rolled her eyes because she knows that what Tinsley wanted to say was that she is a masked author so president Jarek won't care that she appears in a mask. "Getting to know your identity is damn easy for someone like president Jarek so why would you need to go over in a mask when he's meeting you barefaced."

Handing me an earpiece and this ugly looking half white mask. “The mask is the one only allowed by Makros, for his clients who want to be anonymous.” Adrian quickly said upon seeing the look I gave it. I nodded and put it on. It covered my half my face. It was the perfect disguise for Adrian too as being a King it was easy to notice him without it. Then our presence would be compromised.