Diana Alexander Spending the week in the cramped apartment wasn't difficult, I could really be in the cave probably lost in purgatory, waiting for the opportunity to try to justify my actions however, the dawns were more complicated with Bianca's nightmares. We are two pieces of a puzzle separated at birth, but surviving every day in the face of adversity is a factor that makes us understand each other from different perspectives. We tried to keep her distracted with the cooking lessons mainly by the way the soldier squirmed in front of her screams and explaining how to clean himself, it was fun, but the distraction didn't take my mind off how the boys should be. Frank proved to be an important addition to the group, bringing me up to date with each family Bianca had put on the bride list, his information pointing out how to use connections profitably along with new productions that 'theoretically' add equity to my dear father-in-law. Reducing the list to five names was easy, but ch
Diana Alexander I didn't believe she would care about that, I bet that getting rid of her brothers would be a blessing for the girl, but I swallowed that thought and answered simply. — So do what you do best, lie — I replied without any guilt — Close friends and even closer enemies. He knew she was right, having access to the ports commanded by the De Angelis would double our cocaine trafficking revenue. Besides, inciting Giovanni's rage is almost a freebie accompanying a children's sandwich, nothing can derail him but Giulia, and the fact that he will eventually let his guard down in the face of fury almost brings a smile to my lips. "Come on Giacomo, let's set our paces." I urged him to lose his face, the way he pretends to be asked to maintain an indignant posture almost makes me believe it. "I want to see this," Hunter snorted. My brother seemed to have gone into shock and I had to pray for his rational side to come back, the way we can lose our thoughts and the truth that s
Diana Alexander I tied my hair in a pony hairstyle, counted three fingers down, and started using the scissors, I saw the locks falling unevenly and ended up getting lost in the memories when my husband curled his hair in his hand. Stefano wasn't out of my mind any time soon and I didn't want to forget, didn't want to forget anything, couldn't, the little cuts on my scalp weren't going to go away. When I finished cutting, Katarina stood behind me and I noticed that the door was open and Theo was in the armchair now facing the bathroom, black ink marking his forehead and a soft smile on his face. Taking the scissors, my sister tried to repair the damage to the back of her hair, and when she felt satisfied, she threw the scissors in the sink. "Okay, how do you want to do this?" “Black underneath and strong blue streaks running down the ends. She arched an eyebrow but didn't say anything. Then she took a pair of gloves from the box, smiling in a scolding way at my dirty hands. Appl
Dragon Fury is a constant amidst the frustration of always being permeated by this intense pain from the past, the memories of the hot sand against your face under the scorching sun making adrenaline run free through your body when you receive the order to pull the trigger. It's so It's disturbing to feel how something is terribly wrong, maybe it's the need for adrenaline or the hatred running through your veins, but finding Fort George full of Italians scattered around corners is not a good sight. Since we set up the club, we have shared the city under the control of the Italian mafia, it was difficult to conquer a space, but we were not going to leave behind the gringos. Gradually they realized that having an outlaw biker club in the city draws more attention from the police than the many scattered drug points or the bodies that appear without hands or eyes. This week, one of the Italian families placed an order for weapons so large that I imagine they are preparing for a war. Now,
Dragon I was surprised because the two girls looked identical except for one with pink streaks and the other with blue streaks and a very serious guy would be there, if it were not for drugs or weapons they must be prostitutes. I turned around on the stool to better observe the dogs, and maybe pay for a trio of work, the one with the pink hair seems to be trying to convince the other of something. Their light skin contrasts with their black hair and at the same time makes them look like fucking Snow White. "I'll buy the round!" Tip yelled after me, I looked over my shoulder at him. "You're going to like the show." The girl with pink locks opened a wide smile that seems to convince the other, and jumped up, arriving at the tip held out two microphones. I rolled my eyes at the brother and watched the girl who went up on stage watching the work in full, her short black hair with blue streaks highlighted against a long-sleeved black sweater, the collar covering her thin neck while exal
Dragon The two finished, I watched her eyes open slowly and inhale heavily as if she had unloaded a burden with the music, something my brother was much better at than I did, they got off the small stage and walked towards the counter for a moment. I thought she would come towards me, but she only reached out to take the glass of beer, the desire to hear her voice a little longer took over my head, and I ended up opening my mouth as soon as the small woman turned around. — Hey, blue — She stopped looking at me over her shoulder, and I ended up saying the first shit that came into my head under the dark gaze — Another round on me if I come up to sing another song. The brother behind the counter raised his brow curiously, not giving him any thought, I watched the girl turn around with a narrowed gaze. — Two beers for them – She nodded towards the two at the table, eyeing us curiously — And one of those for me. I raised my eyebrow at the unusual request for the Whiskey that was in th
Diana An absolute power over the growing cold amidst all the scars, desire building in every bristling hair, one had to beware of something this size, tall, strong, and vibrant-eyed, burning in every note ringing against the vocal cords, filling the gaps. darkest parts of my soul yet there he was seeping through every word, breathing every note and drinking the whole melody to himself. I shake my head dazedly. We arrived at the apartment, unable to ignore the look of the two over my back any longer, not understanding what had happened. I wasn't even able to understand what happened, maybe it was the alcohol, admitting anything else is the same as looking forward to trouble. In such a corrupted person the descent into hell seems to be nice with that man wearing only a leather jacket and a pair of worn jeans, it was the reason for my breakdown. A body all worked out, sweaty and exuding danger, after all, I'm probably going to turn into a masochist. I watched him from the moment he go
Diana "Is it a horse or are you trying to say something?" - I let out with the abused tone I acquired in the last few days. Not in the least offended by the words and seeming to receive an endorsement, he asked: — I needed to release that soon to the president of the Mc – He turned around putting his eagle eyes on me — If you want to fuck with the plan, you could have said that you are Italian too. I rolled my eyes even though I knew he was right, I could have lost everything and our heads are not futile things to get lost in a slip, for a moment I wanted things in my life to be less complicated. "Do you think he's going to raise questions?" - I already knew the answer and still, I expected to hear the opposite. “Men like that like the hunt, that's all you gave him. I snorted remembering how I have experience with this type knowing that for the next few days, I would have to avoid leaving the house, great more days without sleep. "I'm glad I'm not prey anymore," I blurted into