??BAD BOYS
DON’T HAVE
HEARTS??
《 Monsters aren’t born, they’re Made 》
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[# SEASON ONE
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By, ✿ฺ Author Indigo Raine ✿ฺ
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©Copyright 2023 [?? ℕ?? ℂ?ℙ? ?ℝ ℝ?ℙ???]
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Genre(s): Dark Romance, Forbidden, Mafia.
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Theme: Sometimes water is better than blood.
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[# Chapter Twenty-Four
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As promised, almost an hour later Korpse returned after putting the twins to bed. At first, they had refused to let him leave; having grown attached to him and accustomed to having him around all the time. Now they were in the care of his multi-millionaire grandmother. He walked into the hospital and entered the elevator, shortly after an older woman in a suit walked in with a displeased expression upon seeing him already there.
“I had wanted to ride in the elevator alone,” she casually said, eyeing him up and down.
He started looking around, up and down, all around, even looking inside all of his packets, his phone his hair and mouth as well. The lady watched him utterly puzzled by his weird behavior. “Young man, what are you doing?”
“I’m looking for who the Füçk asked,” he stopped doing what he was doing and leaned back in the elevator, placing one of his legs on the wall behind him.
“Young man!” she gasped, holding her chest. “You have a bad attitude and no manners or respect for your elders. You have an attitude problem that needs to be fixed. Its apparent your mother didn’t raise you well, if I had a son he would never be this rude to anyone or I’d give them a good old time @ whooping.”
“Do you have a son?”
“…no,” she straightened up. “Not yet.”
“K then,” he withdrew his phone from his back pocket and unlocked it. There was a live Tokyo Ghoul wallpaper when it opened. Korpse decided to distract himself by watching videos until he reached the seventy-fifth floor of the hospital.
“Young man. When an elder is speaking to you it’s disrespectful to answer them that way. You should always address someone as Ma’am or Sir.”
“K then, sir.”
“Excuse me? Young man do you–”
“–give a flying Füçk about anything you’re saying? Absolutely Füçking not. Go be a bitter in another elevator and stop h*r*ssing me.”
“That’s it! Tell me your mother’s number this instant! I am going to call her and tell her you’re a very bad boy,” she took out her phone and aggressively typed in her password. Once done, she turned the bottom towards and demanded, “Put your mother’s phone number in right now.”
“You a Cougar by any chance?” he raised a brow.
Her mouth dropped. “W…what?”
“You’ve been trying to initiate a conversation with me for the past three minutes and no matter how I make it clear I’m not interested you just continue. What, you think I’m hot? Tired of your husband and want a young and fresh ÇOçk to rearrange your insides?” Korpse leaned his head back on the glass and licked his lips. He slowly roamed his eyes up and down her body then bit into his bottom lip.
The woman’s tongue became heavy all of a sudden. This young man was admittedly handsome. He had dark curls that sort of fell over his forehead, vivid ocean-blue eyes, pink lips that were temptingly juicy and looked soft, and he was tall with just the right proportion of muscle his body. She was a little puzzled by his black choker with a black opal pendant hanging it but admired his expensive taste. He wore a black leather jacket that left a slice of his tanned skin bare, he had a red and black plaid shirt wrapped around his hips under the jacket, his look was finished off by fitted jeans ripped at the knees and black combat boots. There was also a dazzling rolex watch around his left wrist and a few tattoos on his arms and fingers. He was quite the stunner.
Korpse pushed off the wall and started approaching her, she backed up a little–actually a lot–intimidated by his height and size. He didn’t stop, he backed her into a corner and she became scared–he was much taller than she was.
“Y-young m-man… What is the m-meaning of this?”
“Stop Füçking with me, lady, or I’ll come off this elevator, drag you to the nearest window and throw–” he leaned in closer to her face, almost making their noses touch. “–your old @ out. Just one more word, and you are done. Try me,” he finished in a deep and menacing voice, eyes now ten times darker than the actual color.
He went back to his spot and didn’t hear another thing until the elevator stop. When he glanced at the woman, she had peed herself. He walked out chuckling. Korpse got to the room Meira was in, her mother was in the ER undergoing an intense surgery. He stopped in the hallway with azure walls and met Bandit scrolling through his phone. When he looked closely at what he was doing he met him looking at beautiful women’s dresses and jewelry. His brows scrunched up in confusion, Bandit hadn’t noticed him. Korpse got closer and heard something, Bandit was listening love songs loudly with his earpods. Korpse was bamboozled.
“Yoooo!” he grabbed the phone and started looking through it as he laughed. “Don’t Füçking tell me you’re in love. The might Bandit has fallen for a woman? d@mn I thought you were gay man.”
“What the Füçk Godfrey give that back!” Bandit threw out the earpods and tried getting his phone back but Korpse laughed while running around with it. “Dude I swear to God I’m not Füçking playing give me my phone back!”
“Naaah, who’s the lucky chick?” he started searching his phone, and gasped when he reached his gallery. There was an unsuspected picture of that pregnant maid at Ryat’s mansion. She was smiling cutely with her hand in the aie trying to comb her hair back. “Ain’t no waaaay!”
“Godfrey! I swear I’m gonna k!ll you!” he jumped on his back and successfully grabbed the phone.
He was holding his knees as he laughed, when he was done and looked back up again Bandit shooting daggers at him. “What? C’mon man don’t be mad at me. Füçkhead Neon would’ve done the same thing.”
“Not cool man. Not cool.”
“I said I’m sorry jeezas,” he rolled his eyes.
“When the Füçk did you say sorry?”
“A moment ago,” Korpse smirked.
“No you did–” he paused and went over the conversation. He actually did say sorry. “Oh, you smooth motherFüçker. Well played.”
“Okay, jokes aside, you really like that girl,” he went to sling an arm around his shoulder. “She’s pretty cute. I think you should your shot. But ain’t she pregnant though? I almost forgot…”
“I don’t care,” Bandit removed his hand and went to sit down. “The Heart Wants What It Wants.”
“Okay Selena Gomez,” he went to sit next to Bandit. “So you’re gonna be a stepfather then? Are you sure you’re ready for something like that?”
“You act like I don’t know how to handle kids. I raised the four of my siblings since they were babies. Remember they were left in cardboard boxes at someone’s house in the rain by my mom. She didn’t want the quadruplets, and we were already poor, so she abandoned them. But I found them and raised them,” Bandit sighed. “Look, I don’t know what the future holds, but I do…like her. I’m gonna invite her to a date at the bakery.”
“Aww, so romantic,” Korpse pouted and pulled on his cheek. “It’s giving Romeo and Juliet.”
“Füçk off,” he said in a serious tone, Korpse laughed. “Stop acting like you haven’t been obsessed with Katniss since y’all were in Kindergarten,” he smirked evilly and watched Korpse start blushing and glaring at him. “Aww, are you blushing? You’re so cute when you do it.”
“Füçk you, Aviel.”
“Füçk you too, Godfrey.”
They stayed in silence, then Korpse asked. “Where’s the guys?”
“Neon and Carnage are in the room with Snow and Venom is by the ER waiting for Sya, I think he likes her,” Bandit smiled lightly. “He’s always had a thing for older women.”
“Why is everybody falling in love?” Korpse stood up, Bandit started laughing while shaking his head. “Nah, for real. That woman who sang the ‘When I See You’ song is gonna have her song reach number one on the billboard because of y’all. Amyways, gonna go see the boys then go see the girl who’s got me all up in my feelings.”
“Do your thing brotha,” Bandit smiled. They fist bumped then touched thumbs and separated.
Korpse stepped into the dark room with cold air conditioning and met quite the scene; Neon was laying on the hospital bed, Meira beside him with her head on his arm and Ryat next to them, his head on her chest with Neon’s arm on his shoulder. They were all under the same sheet, and they were peacefully sleeping. Korpse shook his head and walked over, he examined them then fixed the sheet and walk out. They’re definitely okay. He said goodbye to Bandit, made sure Venom was okay–and comforted him for a good fifteen minutes–then went to Katniss’ room.
She too was asleep, and surprisingly, she was hugging the jacket he had left. Korpse’s heart melted at the scene, he slowly walked to the bed and smiled down down at her. He ran his fingers over her cheek and she stirred in her sleep, trying to get closer to the touch. Korpse removed his jacket and placed it over her, then, he climbed into bed beside her. Katniss woke up from the movements but seeing Korpse’s jacket she pretended to be asleep. She felt him put his arm around her waist–which lit a fire inside her–and pulled her back to his chest. He rested his head on her neck, but not before pressing the softest, sweetest kiss on her cheek.
“Sweet dreams, Mindy,” he whispered in her ear.
Katniss felt millions of butterflies flew into her stomach to fly around each other in one massive swarm. ‘Oh my Gooooood. That’s like, so romantic. Slay,’ she smiled and snuggled further into the warmness, soon falling asleep, and so did he.
Nurse M. Winderson walked into the room soon after to check on the patients and met the pair in said position. ‘What is this? You mean to tell me everyone here is falling in love while I get stood up on first dates? Does God not love me? I tried petting a cat yesterday and not even he wanted me near him. I am undeniably the problem.’
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Lady Danger was reading a beauty magazine in the back of a black Mercedes Maybach. She had a cigar between her fingers in her left hand while the magazine rested on her lap with her other hand flipping through the pages. Behind her were two more full black vehicles with her men inside dressed in equally full black clothing.
She brought the cigars to her lips and placed her lips on it, drawing in the smooth. The taste of tobacco filling her mouth. Then she released it into the air. Lady Danger adjusted her dark glasses on her nose as she continued to flip. It was no surprise the book was filled with her wearing designer outfits and looking mouthwatering. She was an A-list model who has been to every country in the world with a Net Worth of over ten billion dollars. Lady was about to flip another page when the engine of a car roared to a stop next to her.
Traffic was on the road so all the vehicles hardly moved. They’d been stuck at the stoplight for minutes now.
She raised her head for the first time in a while and her heart stopped, seeing that a crisp white limited-edition Lamborghini was right next to her. Two more white cars were right behind it with all the windows tinted so that nothing could be seen in the inside from the outside. Lady Danger slowly removed her glasses and whined her window down with the hand she used to read the magazine. The other vehicle mimicked her move and now, Lady Danger wearing full back custom made expensive clothing was staring intensely back at a man wearing a full white suit with not a blemish, crush or tiny soil in sight.
‘The Paloma Cartel. How dare those fleas show themselves in my hometown?’ Lady Danger raised her chin haughtily at the man, a baleful look in her gray eyes.
The man had glossy white hair with a silver sheen, his left eye was green and the other blue. A scar ran from his brown down to his cheekbone over his blue eye. He had a white bandana neatly wrapped around the lower half on his face, peeking from his neck was a tattoo of Satan. He also had silver cross earrings hanging from his ears, and an industrial piercing.
‘??????? ????????,’ he said inwardly, pronouncing the Italian words in a P@?tië?-dropping Spanish accent.
‘?? ??????,’ she said inwardly, pronouncing the Spanish words in an Italian accident that would make men faint.
After the wickedly intense stare off, they whined their windows back up and let their drivers move in the traffic. But this was no ordinary situation. A vicious fight could break out at any second. Luckily, the three white cars soon turned down a different road and disappeared from sight. Lady Danger crushed the cigar in her hand, it was bad luck having them here–but they didn’t seem to be interested in looking for a fight with her.
And she knows the exact reason why.
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Wolfgang had successful found himself inside Meira’s room. He was currently standing at the doorway looking around. The room smelt of Meira; like baby powder and Arabian Jasmines. It intoxicated him deeply, causing his ÇOçk to grow stiff. He walked to her dresser and saw a picture of her there when she was wearing shorts and bending over with her hand on her ankles. The big backside God gave her was up in the air.
‘She’s such a sëxy vixen,’ he said, palming his crotch and squeezing his manhood. ‘Wow. So hot.’
He started looking around and saw her bed, he went over to it and grabbed her pillow. He raised it to his nose and started deeply inhaling her scent from it–but it wasn’t enough. Wolfgang looked and saw her bathroom door, he went to it and tried the lock. He opened the door and went inside then began searching through her laundry. Most of her clothes were already washed and folded on the dryer, but there was a fresh P@?tië? and bed outfit folded on the washer. He picked up the P@?tië? and held it tightly with both hands, he started sniffing it deeply and growled at how good it smelled.
‘Yes, I love this scent,’ he smelled more and more and more. It was so addicting. Wolfgang opened his pants and removed his ÇOçk.
‘I think I am addicted, obsessed, with this beauty called Meira,’ he pressed his aching head then started sliding his hand up and down his length. He continued to deeply take in her scent as he m*sturb*t*d, he threw his head back as he erratically tugged on his ÇOçk. ‘I’m going to…errgh!’ he groaned loudly as he ejaculated, he quickly put the P@?tië? there so his come could spill on her underwear.
‘That…was amazing. The most amazing *rg*sm I’ve ever had. My wife could never give me this much pleasure!’ he squeezed the head to get the remaining whitish substance out, all pouring on the pink P@?tië?. ‘This is for you my dear. I hope you like this surprise.’
He didn’t even wash his hands, he put his d_1ck back inside then left the room–taking one of her pillows with him and leaving the stained underwear on the washer. When he was gone, Belinda–who had noticed him at Meira’s room and followed him inside and saw everything–was hiding under the bed wise bulging eyes.
She almost vomited.
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