Zanuff The Butcher Novels & Stories

It seemed that Fany was curious to ask, "How do you know my boyfriend?" "Boyfriend?" Zul chuckled looking at Uncle who laughed too. "He was so good at fighting so many thugs on his own and winning." "Why am I not surprised?" said Mrs. in a sarcastic tone. "A descendant of the mafia like him is an expert in fighting, killing, raping--" "Watch your word, don't spoil the night," said Uncle William. They chatted about tattoos as well as other light things. This is better than discussing business. While they are busy, I am also busy. I held Fany's palm on the table, stroked it gently and she didn't take the hand away.

Bye"She end the call immediately and I laugh out loud. She is crazy, does she think Mr. spaniel doesn't know what he is doing?. Now let get to work. Firstly I need to make research about Rainal father death. I'm going to be busy for a while. Vendetta "Crazy"I cuss as I walk back into the house and headed back to the room hoping not to see him in the room though. I'm really hungry but I don't even want to see the face of any of his family at least for now. I might unleash my anger on anyone who dare provoke me and his family are all good at doing that.

The nightmare no mafia man could laugh off. No more physical fights with that bastard. I wanted to dig his grave—slowly. Let him watch everything fall apart. Only thirty-nine minutes had passed, and I was already at his location. Time to let him feel dread by merely watching me arrive. But why would Zach be in some shabby little restaurant on a quiet street in a backwater town? Classic tactic—pretend to be small, vulnerable. That’s how he lured innocent women. I hated him for it. Aside from manipulation and using back-ups, he hadn’t learned much from his father.

He looked at the two bills on the table that were worth a thousand dollars. "My price last night was two thousand dollars? Damn it!" Zayden was so angry that he crumpled the paper and money. Clearly, it was an insult to him to be the young master of the Sanders family, the head of Switzerland's largest pharmaceutical and food industry company. The leader of a large mafia group called Black Cat. "I won't let that woman go!" he muttered with a vengeful look in his eyes. ***

Mads's adoptive father must have passed the Alpha torch to his daughter. "Theodora Walker," I offered, holstering my gun as one of Ariella's wolves cuffed the Pantomath. She waved her hand somewhat dismissively. "I know who you are. Quite the reputation. But I believe thanks are in order for bringing the Butcher back to us to face his punishment." "The Butcher?" I asked, glancing back at the warlock. The nickname fit. He was known for brutalizing bodies, but it still left a sour feeling in my stomach.

That wasn’t so easily controlled. --- Downstairs, I was starving. On my way to the kitchen, I ran into a sharply dressed man in a gray suit, pushing a dinner cart like he owned the building. Slicked-back hair, gold-rimmed glasses—he looked more like a CEO than someone delivering soup. “Good evening, Luna. I’m Zack.” “Wait… Deliveryman Zack?” He didn’t flinch. “I’m the Beta of Golden Claw Pack. Delivering meals is just… one of my many duties.”

I was foolish like them once. My lips parted and a harsh laugh escaped them. “ You really killed one of your people…How interesting,” I said amidst laughter. The gun in my hand clicked but no bullet came through. Did this idiot threaten me with an empty gun? What a situation. “ I can do anything to get what I want Butcher. Anything.” “Get him!” He commanded the three Mafianos and they charged at me. I tossed the dead man's body towards them and fell backwards. “Shit!!! Don't let him get away.” I heard him say against the wind blowing at my ears.

If anything, he seemed entertained by her desperation. “Do you know what makes me laugh?” Zayn tilted his head, his sharp eyes locked on her. “It’s how fake you are.” Then, with no warning, he stood up abruptly as his aura shifted instantly from cold amusement to pure danger. “Do you think I’m stupid?!” Zayn’s voice thundered, shaking the air. “Why do you think I’m called the most dangerous mafia?” He chuckled again, but this time it was darker, heavier, edged with a violent promise. “Because you cannot—ever—mess with my IQ.”

Intricate tribal tattoos swirled across his chest and down his arms, telling the story of a thousand battles. ‎ ‎In his right hand, he dragged a massive, curved blade, a falchion made of dull, dark iron. It carved a trench in the gravel as he walked. ‎ ‎The Butcher. ‎ ‎Vance was standing between the stranger and the car, his gun raised. But Vance was trembling so hard the weapon shook. ‎ ‎"Stop!" Vance screamed, his voice cracking. "This is a Bloodmoon transport! You are violating the—" ‎ ‎He didn't stop. He didn't even slow down.

"Time to act like the typical Zander." He looked at himself in the mirror for one last time before dashing out of the restroom. **** In the canteen, Chattering suddenly died as and when Zander Brown, the member of Bully gang (the wild wolves gang) gave his appearance in the canteen. All the eyeballs moved in his direction watching him slowly walk towards their corner table while his hands rested pocketed inside his jeans.