Novel & Cerita Sinister 2 Milo

Melissa mumbled. “How would I know? Not as if I'm the one who brought her here," Sin replied. “I wasn't talking to you, d!ck head," Melissa snapped, rolling her eyes. Melissa, you can call her a badass b!tch, a crazy psycho, your choice. She's very good at archery and has some pretty interesting skills. She and Sin are always on each other's neck. Sinclair, but he prefers to be called Sin. Free-spirited, a playboy who chases anything under a skirt. However, don't take advantage of his kindness; he's second in command after Aurelio, closest to Aurelio himself, let's say a cheerful devil.

He was a skinny guy named Milo, looked no older than twenty, but his eyes told me he’d seen hell more than once. “That’s the one,” Milo whispered, pointing with his chin. “Second floor. They’ve been loading cases, no labels. I saw a tall guy enter this morning with a snake tattoo on his neck. It matches your intel.” Jasper’s lapdog, yeah. We were close. I nodded at him, scanning the area. “How many inside?” “Four, maybe five. One lookout posted on the water tank. Haven’t seen any big guns. Yet.” I touched the cool grip of the knife strapped to my thigh. “We go quiet. We will get it done quickly this time. No one fires unless absolutely necessary."

She sat opposite Mila in a black swivel chair which rotated with each turn. "We need to have a good talk," Morticia said coldly. Mila stared at her, not knowing the opinion in her heart, so she said nothing. "Let's start from the beginning. You are the winged demon right?" Morticia asked. Mila felt the urge to deny it. Although she knew Morticia must have known already, she didn't know if she could trust her. Something told her she could trust Morticia but she didn't want to risk it. "Winged demon?" she asked

Christopher thought and in that moment, spotted the pair of slender milk legs sticking out from underneath the bedsheet. He felt his mind blur between the lines of red and reality. "Don't make me repeat myself Lance Laurent. Move this moment, now!" Lance simply played his words off as bluffs and looked him straight in his eyes. "Mind the tone you take with me, mistress's child." He warned.

My heart was racing so hard I thought everyone could hear it. Mum laughed softly, clearly amused. “Blackmail? What kind of blackmail are we talking about here? This sounds interesting.” Nelson’s smirk deepened, his eyes flicking between me and Jameson with wicked intent. “It’s a secret between us, mum." Jameson and I locked eyes from across the living room. The guilt of lying to my parents while sitting there freshly fucked by one stepbrother — and now being threatened by the other — made my stomach twist. I can’t afford to let Mum find out I’m a pornstar.

Chapter 2 Angelo; In my world, traitors and snitches are a deadly sin. Unforgivable except through death. I am Angelo Fabian. The number one ruthless Mafia Don in the whole fucking casino. And everyone, I mean, every single fucking individual knows not to mess with me. Standing in front of the three dimwits kneeling before me, rage surged in me as I corked the gun. "Now, are you willing to tell me why the hell none of you bastards have captured that traitor? Do I have to rip your tongue off before I get a goddamn explanation?"

This is where they usually practice. “Okay.” When I walked down the staircase I almost fell but someone suddenly grabbed my hand, stopping me from falling. “Careful,” one of Peter’s bandmates. I don’t know his name but they call him Mr. Silence, he doesn't talk too much. I never even heard him talk, this is the first time I’ve heard his voice. “Uh… Thank you.”

His eyes gleamed under the flickering fluorescent lights, a predator who knew his prey was cornered. Lina’s breath misted in the air as she took a cautious step back. The walls were lined with towering metal shelves, stacked with tubs of every imaginable flavor. She wasn’t dressed for the cold—thin tank top, no bra, her shorts from earlier barely clinging to her hips. She hadn’t expected this. Marco didn’t care. “Hands up.” His voice was calm. Commanding. Lina hesitated. That earned her a sharp look. “Don’t make me tie you up myself, Lina. Or… maybe you want that?”

Amara turned, eyes narrowing. Milo Nero. Tall, white-haired, dressed in a dark burgundy suit like a vampire king. His eyes were black holes. “You must be the prodigal daughter,” he said, stepping closer. “I’ve waited a long time to meet the girl who turned Sicily inside out.” Amara stepped forward, shielding Isabel behind her. “You’re done,” she said. “Granada’s no longer yours.” Milo laughed. “Oh, niña. You really think this ends with me?”

Icy grey eyes menaced towards me and I could also feel the antagonism penetrating from the man in front of me. "I'm sorry, I hadn't meant to bump into you like that." I sincerely apologized. The man glared at me and I noticed how his frown tightened with detest. He was the same man Sinister held by the shirt. Mikhail I believe his name was. His hands suddenly grabbed my chin,tilting it threatening towards him, "Piccola puttanaget, if you ever get in my way again, I will not hesitate to rip your organs out and sell them in the black market." He seethed.