Zanuff The Butcher Novels & Stories

He pushes, making me swing helplessly back and forth from the hook. I can't help grunting at the increased pressure on my arms. The Butcher gives a small smile. He's amused by my discomfort. He steps back again, giving a nod to the bouncer from the club. The bouncer strips off Zajac's coat. Zajac looks smaller without it. But as he rolls up the sleeves of his striped dress shirt, I can see that his forearms are thick with the kind of muscle built by doing practical things As he rolls up his left sleeve with deft, sure motions, he says, "People think I got my nickname because of Bogota. But it isn't true. They called me the Butcher long before that."

Giant, pale carcasses of beef hung from overhead steel tracks, swaying gently under the rhythmic flicker of halogen tubes. Sitting at a stainless steel butchering table in the center of the freezing room was Enzo Vanni. He was a massive, grotesque man with a stained white apron and a heavy cleaver embedded deep into a thick wooden chopping block. Enzo didn't look up. He picked up a sharpening stone, running it slowly along the edge of a jagged boning knife. Scritch. Scritch. Scritch. "You’re late," Enzo said, the sound echoing hollowly off the white-tiled walls.

“Is that kuna—” “We just came to drink water,” Khalid lied terribly and dragged Zayed out by his shirt when he said that he was there for kunafah. Zara gave me a thumbs up behind Zain’s shoulder and closed the kitchen door, leaving me alone with Zain. And the delicious kunafah. He frowned at the door. “What were they doing here?” “Talking. We all were talking,” I said. “Sit, I made this for you.” “For me? So early in the morning?” Zain asked, eyeing the kunafah when I cut it, the cheese stretching out when I served a slice to him on a plate.

I said as I saw them bickering over frozen food… I checked the amount of food stored, and it was enough to feed us all for 2 months. "Oh come on Bambina.. The one with proper cooking skills is Dante. "Dad can scramble on some recipes while Xander can brew coffee and make a toast… And Antonio makes good smoothies and the sunny side up… Are we going to live with that? " I raised a brow at Vincent and Ezaikel and Ezaikel sighed… "We never entered the kitchen to cook anything… Vincent once tried to fry a nugget but burned the pan itself… 5 maids were standing behind him and handled the matter. And what's funny? The nuggets were still frozen on the inside. "

“Really? Who?” “Saul –” Before he could finish speaking Sasha cracked up laughing, “not Saul! He’s a pussy cat.” “Sasha, they call him Saul ‘The Saw’ Bernardo because he uses his grandfather’s old butcher equipment to get rid of his victims.” She waved at him as if it were silliness. “If he’s so bad and your parents pissed him off, are they still alive.” “Because Nonno paid him a large sum of money.” Rin drawled mockingly at her.

It was very apparent that he killed quite a number of people. The fatso pulled out a whole leg of pork ham from his bag after he took a seat and began munching it. He suddenly remembered when he was halfway chewing it so he passed the leg of ham to Zayn and said, “Would you like some? I cured the ham myself and it’s really good.” Zayn shook his head and said, “It’s fine, have it yourself.” “It’s really good.” Fatso stuffed the leg of ham into Zayn’s hand enthusiastically. However, Zayn shook his head and declined Fatso’s kind offer.

That is his way of life. "That’s Carter Horaze Villaraza." Sancha said this while secretly pointing to a man next to Zeeve. He appears to be cold and intimidating! His hair was neatly cut, and his defined cheekbones and concrete jaw stood out while he chewed his food. “Auxel Ryder Gallego.” My gaze was drawn to the other guy next to Carter; he looks so fine with his scythe-shaped brows and sea rover-blue eyes that are noticeable even from a distance.

I let out a fake exhausted breath, but the voice I heard surprised me, and I peeped through my lashes to see who was in the cell with me. “You’re not so scary”. He chuckled, and it definitely wasn’t Zach. This man had a bald head, a fresh cut across his lip and half of his left ear was missing. “So much for you nightwolves being legendary”. He smirked. “You aren’t shit!”. He ridiculed, looking down his nose at me. He held a plate of my food in his hand , he looked at it and started cacking in his throat then spat a pool of his saliva onto the meat. Looking at me with a sneer, he started to lean down to place it on the floor. “You better eat it before Zach gets back or your friends are dead!”

he sipped his coffee like nothing happened, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes. Was that amusement she saw? “Sorry to scare you, sweetheart; it was actually my idea,” the man said, causing Alison to glance in his direction. The man looked so handsome as his hat was no longer on his head but Alison was too angry to care. “ I thought you killed him, you psycho” Alison snapped. “Hey, I'm alive; Name's Tristan, by the way,” he said, but Alison ignored him, waiting for Nicholas's response. Nikola shrugged, unfazed. "That's the problem." You can't prepare for danger if you don't feel it."

Is he Lord Zain, the one who demanded I come up his place and make his meal in his kitchen. Good lord, if he is Lord Zain, then, I had sucked a billionaire’s dick and swallowed his cum. Well, I’ve been doing that before. Jaxton was a billionaire, and I had sucked his dick and feasted on his cum a couple of times before I escaped from his crib. “I made this.” I said and looked up. He shook his head in denial. “I asked you to make it.” he said and leaned closer to me from his corner. “I am Zain.”