Novelas y relatos de Baddie Caribbean

“Isn’t he your real father’s best friend? At least, I recall that part of your story.” “What do you want from me, Carla?” I hissed. She flashed a sad smile, just like her personality. “You’re going to do this interview for me like the good boy you are. You’re going to be on the front page. What’s wrong with that?” “The reason I think it was wrong was that it’s you. You, blackmailing ass—”

“All he would have to do is hack their directory.” “Could you hack them, too?” Grant asks. “Find out where the information came from?” “Actually, yeah,” I realize. “Quoi?!” Dominique cries out. “Putain d’merde,” JP swears. “No. Bad idea. No.” “Calm down,” Grant says. “She’s good – really good.” His vote of confidence makes me feel warm inside, even if it does nothing to reassure the others. JP is noticeably agitated. “Look – pas d’offense – but banks in the Caribbean are one thing. One does not fuck with Interpol.”

Just yesterday, Badr had vowed to take revenge on Ito-Schulz Ocean Shipping Group and kick Ten Thousand Armies out of the Gulf of Aden at the same time. Just when many people thought that it would take a long time for Ten Thousand Armies to suppress the local tyrant in order to establish its prestige in the Gulf of Aden and just when they were all worried for Ito-Schulz Ocean Shipping Group, Badr had died tragically in his own base the previous night! Moreover, all of the speedboats he had under his command had exploded, and there was even a massive explosion for the storage tank in his base. It could be said that his entire base was in a complete mess.

And though I don’t intend on checking him out like I am currently, I don’t have a choice right now. “I haven’t seen you around, are you new here?” I ask him and look away to keep my eyes busy from looking at his vaguely familiar handsome features. He’s black, so good to have that in common with my neighbor, although my dad’s white. Not to be racist but I consider myself black since my skin and hair doesn’t speak different, Kara on the other hand took after my father. Light skinned, dark brown hair, almost mistaken for black in poor lighting. He clears his throat and I look up at him. I didn’t mean to drift away from him. “I’m Baddie, not exactly new, I had the place renovated” he extends his

he said smiling. "God forbids it for me. It seems you ain't getting it, you of all people should know better than me that integrity is far too expensive for your kind. Your life is full of dark shadows; an addict who go about abusing women, you trade in illegal businesses, people are scared of you because you've become a deadly mafia.The troubler of the neighborhood and the worst nightmare of Los Bahamas.Our hood is now a den for thug life all because of Bob Joker". she retorted in rage.