Bawaria Gang

("You belong to me, okay? Once you think about someone else, you'll be punish!" - lord Stan Elthen Indelcio.) Si Stan Elthen Indelcio ay walang oras para sa pag-ibig dahil tanging paghihiganti lang ang nasa isip niya, hanggang sa nakilala niya ang isang magandang gangster chic na nagdala ng parehong liwanag at dilim sa parehong mundong ginagalawan niya. Gagawin niya ang lahat para lang mapasakamay ang sutil na dalaga. Hindi sigurado si Haidei tungkol sa mga motibo ni Stan nang kunin siya nito mula sa sariling grupong Ruffian upang magtrabaho bilang isa sa miyembro ng kanyang gang na Stygian. Ginawa ni Stan ang lahat para kumbinsihin si Haidei na mahal niya talaga ito pero isang hamak na playboy college student lang talaga ang tingin nito sakanya. Ang gusto lang gawin ni Haidei ay alagaan ang kanyang grupo, kaya napunta siya sa deal na panghabambuhay para sa mga gastusin at kaligtasan ng kanyang grupo, sinusunggaban niya agad ang pagkakataon. Hindi niya alam na ang pakikipagkasundo kay Stan ay isang kulungang imposibleng takasan. Unti-unting napawi ang kanyang ngiti, at ang kanyang tawa ay nalulusaw hanggang sa ang natitira na lang ay ang sirang puppet sa impyerno na nilikha ng kanyang personal na hangarin. Si Stan Elthen Indelcio, ang pinuno ng Stygian Beast, ay tumayong mag-isa para hanapin ang humamak sa Ina nito. Brutal, walang awa, at mapanganib, si Stan ay kinatatakutan ng lahat - maging ng mga halimaw na naglalayong patayin ang kanyang kaluluwa. The instant Stan notice what's happening, he took her under his wings, and even though he's all sharp edges and has threatening screams, she feel safe with him. Kung ang kaligtasan niya ay kapahamakan ni Stan? Ano ang gagawin niya? Hayaang mapahamak si Stan para sa kalayaan niya?

My husband, Luca, had a childhood sweetheart named Sophia. Years ago, during a brutal gang shootout, Sophia shielded him from the worst of the bloodshed, and since then, she had suffered from severe PTSD. Because of that, Luca would push aside family business every year and fly to our estate on a secluded island off the coast of Sicily to spend three months “helping her recover.” “Victoria, she lost her mind because of me,” he told me. “I’m responsible for her. I hope you can be magnanimous.” So, I nodded. And eventually, I got used to the fact that every year, my husband would disappear for three months to fulfill what he called a moral obligation. That was until the day I flew in without warning to inspect the family’s money-laundering network on that island and saw him. In the town square, under the bright Mediterranean sun, Luca was standing there with a five-year-old boy by his side. “Papa, how long do we have to hide on this island?” the child asked. “I want to go to New York. I want to see the Empire State Building.” Luca laughed gently and scooped him up in his arms. With his other hand, he held Sophia’s. “Antonio, be good,” he said affectionately. “Papa’s position is… complicated. When you turn eighteen and pass the family’s initiation ceremony, I’ll kill that woman and her dead old man. Then, I’ll take you back to New York to inherit the entire Corleone family.” I stood in the shadows, unseen. Slowly, I lit a cigarette. The smoke curled around me as their voices drifted over, the conversation getting more vicious as it went. Sophia leaned into his chest, her tone sweet and coy. “Luca, I’ve been with you for seven years without a name or a title. How much longer are our son and I supposed to live like ghosts?” Luca sighed. “I don’t have a choice. The old man in the Corleone family is still alive. I married Victoria just to get her territory. Don’t worry. I’ve been adding something to her milk every day. She’ll never get pregnant in this lifetime. My family bloodline will only continue through you.” The last thread of reason in my mind snapped. In the six years of marriage we shared, I had been infertile. I’d taken countless hormone injections to stimulate ovulation. I’d knelt in church and prayed more times than I could count. Yet, all along, the devil poisoning me was my own husband. The initial shock faded quickly into rage. I crushed out my cigarette and pulled out my phone. Then, I dialed my uncle, the family’s clean-up man. “Uncle Rocco,” I said calmly, “Luca betrayed me. He betrayed the family. Order a coffin in the finest black walnut for me, and make it large, large enough to fit a family of three.”