The Application - 5
Foolish or not, that was how the mob was run, if you weren't cunning or smart, you were going to get hurt, simple as that. it was something the man clearly lacked, and something i knew i had in spades.
Greystone (wc 4616)
She didn't ask, rather, she demanded "are you with the mob, marcus? the mafia-- yes, or no?" his smile returned full force and he placed his hand to his chest.
Counter Earth Chronicles Chapter 112: Making The Right Choice When There Isn’t A Right Choice (Revival Part Three)
We crawled past room after room, studio after studio in some we saw hub staff huddled inside hiding from the mob.
Arachnophilia [Commission]
One of the villagers in the mob asked, understandably incredulous. "do you think we're that daft?!" another in the mob yelled out, causing the rest to become increasingly irritated, especially the males.
Beacon & Nightshade Meet
Nightshade said, an obvious distaste in his tone, "i was forced to watch, the mob boss assuming i posed no threat. i inherited, from that, a permanent childish behavior and a desire for a family.
Prologue: Burning
the mob went home. nothing got better. well, i haven't posted anything in four months. that was mostly because the only two things i posted i quickly grew to hate and regret posting.
A Lamb Among Wolves Ch:20
With the scene dispersed and the mob cleared, an uncomfortable silence hung over the hunter stall.
Gains and Losses
But he knew for a fact that if, even now, he tried to fold, his still prodigious balls would be sawed off by the mob with a rusty straight razor, and he'd rather it at least be clean.
Eating Lightning's Dust
the mob barreled into the shut doors, making them bulge and creek on their hinges. rainbow and scoots jumped back. calls of "give us the cheater!"
Liquorish Graduation
Corin's savior spoke to the rest of the mob, "pick up your buddies and buzz off." he apparently made an impression on everyone; they picked up their buddies and left.
A Patient Death 11: Sweat & Shame
Breeze muttered, though he doubted the fool heard over the shouting of the mob behind. "someone gimme steel." the pig barked at his crowd, holding out his good hand.
Southern Hospitality
For the mob, this was only the beginning.