Angel With A Shotgun By The Cab Novels & Stories

I dropped out of the cab, looking around the environment. It looked shady yet it was okay. I pressed a call to Angel, telling him that I am there already and waited outside as he said he will be coming soon. Soon, men with cigarettes hanged on their mouth began to come of the building, blowing the smoke into the thin air and they grinned. I took my eyes off them, acting as if I didn’t even see them but that didn’t work as they walked towards me. “Hey pretty. Do you need a ride home?” One of them asked then he turned giggling at the rest.

“What?” “Shoot me, Angel.” **

However, Lucy tapped him and complained coquettishly, "How can you say that? Angie is your fiancée! How can you ask her to take a cab home just because of me? "Don't listen to him, Angie. Get in the car with us. I'll make sure he gives you a ride home." It sounded as if she were Carl's fiancée instead, while Angela was the outsider. Brushing Lucy's hand off hers, Angela said curtly, "It's fine. My ride is here." A honk rang out, and a black Maybach came to a stop in front of Angela.

After a while, total stillness enclosed the atmosphere, raising their hopes that the peace was restored. "I think they're gone now. Let's go back inside the cab. We can't be hiding like fugitives,” the cab driver hinted, limping to his car while observing the situation closely. Just then many cars, suspected to be a convoy, drove past them and made a reverse, stopping in front of them. Winding up the windshield, a big tall light skinned extremely handsome guy in his late 30s spoke out, “Hey, I can see your cab is faulty. Come hop in for a ride to your destination. It's not safe out here. I'm sure you heard the gunshots,”

I spat angrily at him "Please, p-please Sin. I beg you. Please don't. " I stood up with the gun still directed at him. I was tired of this game. I want to end his life. The monster inside me was asking to be released. I gave in to the urge to spill his blood, to blow his brain out and dance in his blood. I click off the safety of the gun and shot him three time, on his chest, stomach and forehead. I handed the gun back to Luca.

Captain drove away from Curves, pulled into a rest area about two miles away. He called Trigger, thrilled to be the one to give him the update about Gabi Torres. The Fallen Angels had been taking it in shifts to watch Carter’s apartment building for the past six days, and they were positive that Gabi was staying there. They knew all the bouncers at Curves and they knew most of King’s Men, and those fuckers had been going in and out of the building steadily. It was obvious they were guarding someone inside – and Trigger and the boys had no doubts whatsoever who that was.

"No one gets within fifty yards of her without being vetted. If anyone else comes near my daughter, I want them identified and eliminated before they take a second breath." "Understood," Nicolas said. "And the hitman?" My smile turned vicious. "I'll handle him personally. Let the Morettis wait... they won't know when or how the hammer falls. That's the point." I unlocked the weapons cabinet, the scent of gun oil filling the air. I took my engraved Beretta. a reminder to anyone who saw it that underestimating me was fatal. "Prep the jet, Nicolas. We leave in two hours." "Understood."

Frank and Nero did the same, aiming directly at Mendoza, ready to kill him before he even stood up. “Angela? Where are you?” I shouted, running after her, moving through the long aisles filled with car parts, evidence of corrupt people, goods, and so many other things we kept there. “Answer me, Angel. Where are you?” But she didn’t even have the chance to answer because I found her. Angela was frozen in front of a man lying on the floor, bullet holes visible across his chest.

I kicked and screamed for that “lying cheater to let go of me.” he spun me around “Gabriella”is all he said as the shot rang out I felt his looming body jerk as the searing pain eploded in my shoulder. Clayton's eyes widened as he carried me with his uninjured arm. He growled as he threw me into the back seat. My bottom painfully ricochet off the hard leather seats. He slammed the door as another shot rang out. The tires sqeeled as we drove away and I relunctly I turned around to asses the situation We seen a black sedan parked at the dimly lite alley. " clay, I don't have a good feeling about this. It's like a scene in a scary movie . where the villain pops out of the shadow and slauters th

she had pleaded, squirming to release her hands. “I don’t sleep with whores!” he had spat out before flinging himself off the bed and out of the room. He had itched to call Damien but decided against it. His best friend was going to be devastated. What he did was call a cab since the rain had abetted. From his study, he sent her a text about the cab’s arrival and didn’t go back to his room till he was sure she had left.