Underdog Riff Raff Novels & Stories

A normal person that grew up in the mafia would not be surprised by this. “I am just surprised; you look like a diez, or viente." Ana Sophia smiled awkwardly. Hearing Ana Sophia, the initial tension around Sententa’s shoulders eased up. They finally reached the living room where Roberto and Jose were sitting, dressed like cliche young mafia lords. He wore a casual black button-up shirt and rolled up the sleeves, exposing his muscles riddled with dark-themed tattoos. A cigarette rested between his lips as he sat and held onto it lazily; his suit was laid just beside where he sat.

whispered Raff. Raff opened his mouth and put out a pair of white fangs. I could also see a pair of black horns growing from his head. The shadow of Raff's body reflected on the wall; he had a pair of super large black wings sprouting from his spine. Raff lowered his head and sank his fangs into the nape of my neck. I squealed in surprise, moaned, and groaned. Is Raff tagging me? No! I struggled hard to resist.

He exhaled harshly after realizing that he was unharmed. “God.” Marco muttered in a trembling voice. “Hahaha, you loser! This is the first time I've seen you trembling with fear. You really don't deserve to be a mobster with tissue-thin courage.” The tattooed man mocked Marco. He didn't expect Marco to be that cowardly.

Before i go to the underground though i put some deodorant on so that i smell fresh and not smelly from my excessive sweating. • When i get to the underground,i sit down at the bar while Dylan is serving some people. When he's done serving he comes to me, "So Miss Alyss,do you have a fight today or you just come here to see me?" "You think i want to see...You??" I eyed him weirdly. "Ouch..Now you've broken my head,Alyss.I'm a great person and if you don't want to admit it,it's okay.Not everyone have great taste."He said sassily.

"Tell me right now. How did he help you?" Jean was so scared the tears spilled down her cheeks. Her voice came out thick and sobbing. "This afternoon… Max did the same thing to me that you two were just doing." She pointed between her legs. "I was itchy down there, and he used his rod to scratch it for me." My boss wasn't stupid. The second she heard that, she understood everything.

Now she'd have to pair up with a stupid ass for a fucking project. According to her. "Amanda Andrews and Aaron Walker" A long blonde girl smiled at her partner. "Austin Parker and Ariana Bliss." Hearing her name, Ariana sank into her chair. "God I'm cursed. " She muttered. "And you two are working on the reason for pre-marital sex." "Shit." She cursed out. "Mind your words miss Bliss. The project is to be submitted on Friday." She said and the final bell rang. Ari arranged her stuff and went to meet Austin who was beaming at her.

When Jake gained his sight back he saw some stable girls giggle as they walked by. The guy was wearing a black tank top, and black jeans with running shoes which ruined the cool guy image he was trying to betray.. The man looked down at Jake and sneered in his direction like he knew that Jake was judging him in his mind. Then Jake had started to worry that he was a mind reader. But he remembered Glory saying that mind reading is a rare talent that not many wolves had. He looked up from Jake and got a smile on his face, there was a blurred movement and when Jake got to his feet, Glory was in the arms of the guy that had knocked Jake down and was proceeding to kiss him on the cheek. Glory look

The confrontation had been a success, a brutal piece of theater that had established a new, terrifying fact in the ecosystem of Milan’s underworld: he belonged to Rafael Bianchi. But success felt like ash in his mouth. It tasted of submission. Of being a pawn moved in a game between kings, even if the move had been one he’d ultimately agreed to. “He will not forget that,” Rafe said finally, his voice a low rumble in the quiet car. He wasn’t looking at Jay; his gaze was fixed on some point in the middle distance, strategizing already. “His obsession has curdled into something more dangerous. A grudge. He will look for another angle.”

"Price?" "Hundred thousand per unit. Minimum order of ten." "Tell him yes. But I want them routed through a different port. Not New York. Too much heat right now with the FBI task force." Dimitri pulled out his phone, made a note. "Use the Norfolk connection. Ship them as industrial equipment. Standard protocol." "Yes, sir." Marcus stepped back. The parade continued. Tommy Rizzo, gambling and loan sharking. Brought in numbers from underground poker rooms, sports betting operations, high-interest loans to desperate people who'd never climb out of debt.

I scoffed, of course it wasn’t going to be that simple. My name is Deane Maeve, an FBI agent and I am here on an undercover mission, to infiltrate the mafia. Zachary Stallion is the running head. On the outside he is known as a billionaire, founder of the Stallion company dealing in oil, metals and so on but that was just a cover up for the illegal business he is involved in while Mason Prince is his second in command and best friend. I have been working on this for a year now, with no lead and no way inside till I heard about the rumors that Zachary was gay and a frequent member of SLEKKYYS. !! A vip bar for strippers both male and female .