روايات وقصص ضمن Beauty And The Gangster

I'm going to make him reach his — limit, he said, slowly feeling each of the words in his visors with grudge. I still don't understand why ... gray wolf — he said with doubt, if it was true that he had years at his mercy paid with power and money something that such a wicked man does not deny by accepting, fed up with the following orders from Alphas and being any non-growing beta diverted from that and this man in front of him offered him what he wanted so much, But I was curious why, what moved him, he had no name everyone knew them like the gray wolf, the claw scars on his face were divided from side to side, a cold look describing a heartless and unforgiving being who came out of his hid

It was a view to savour. Dad buzzed the gate and security took his name. "Stephan Salvatore." My father states and the gates opened a second later. We walked to the door and knocked. A woman opens it, her uniform similar to a maids from a movie. Jeez these people have to be ultra rich, a maid in this economy does not come easy.

However, before he could rush in, Belle had already defeated all of them. She stepped on the gang leader's head and pressed his face into the floor. "It's bad enough that you're ugly, but who gave you the balls to talk shit? This was a long time coming. Doesn't it feel great to get beaten up?" The gang leader tried to crawl up, but Belle's shoe remained stuck to his huge face. He couldn't move an inch. He was extremely pissed and yelled, "Do you know who we are? Trent is our boss! You bitch! How dare you—" he broke off into a scream.

’ [Fuck every man in the gang would want her when they saw her in this outfit. She thought angrily as she dragged her back out to him in the main room where rock music blasted from the speakers and some of the girls were naked and dancing around poles. Alcohol was abundant the men were drinking beer with whisky shots and the women had brightly coloured cocktails, the air was thick with the smell of cannabis and other drugs being smoked. Azori turned to look at the beautiful Mafia Boss, he knew exactly who she was and who she belonged to, the ransom he planned to ask for was going to secure his gang's future. All that went from his mind when he saw how she looked in the outfit he had chosen f

I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and, damn I looked hot. My six-pack and chest were perfectly chistled and toned, courtesy of my gym visits, and my black hair was, as per usual, messy and unkempt. I turned and walked out of the bathroom to see Leia just pulling her bed covers back. Given her weakened, drunk state of mind, it looked painful to watch. I walked up to her and pulled her covers back. "Here," I said. She looked over at me, slightly startled, and her gaze swept over my torso and chest.

No. "He's a gangster," she says in a low voice. "His family has been running this gang for years, since the 30s I think." 20s, actually. "He does all kinds of shit, trafficking, prostitution, you name it. He's a real bad guy." He should've just tried to become an actor, at this point. He didn't know he could fake concern, enthusiasm, and every other emotion so easily. "What?"

Her stomach flipped but she walked over anyway because she needed the tip, because she needed to eat and because she needed to survive one more night. She paused at his booth and up close, he smelled of costly cologne, with a sharper edge beneath it… gun oil, maybe. Or danger. “What can I get you?” Her voice came out steadier than she felt. He studied her for a long second, slowly and thoroughly. “Vodka. Neat.” She wrote it down. “Anything else?” He leaned back and the leather creaked. “Your name.” She hesitated. “Bella.” It slipped out before she could stop it. Not Isabella. Not Izzy. Bella.

“You have only three days.” He turned and walked away. Where am I supposed to see fifty million in three days ? •×•×•×•×•×• “...anyway, it’s a good thing the loan sharks I borrowed from took that bad luck the moment he was released,” my aunt’s voice drifted in from outside, loud and careless. My heart thudded painfully as I listened. “I also sold him to the Bato Brothers' gang to pay off my debts from gambling,” my uncle added, his voice rough with laughter, as if talking about selling an old chair.

he said with a handsome grin on his face, reminiscent of a young Brad Pitt. Lieutenant Benjamin joined them in laughter, relieved that the beautiful prosecutor was safely in her office at the moment. There were many criminal cases waiting to be tried by Prosecutor Emily Carter. Now they were a reliable crime-fighting team.

she shouted, and her ugly goons immediately started firing. They say Mafia members are handsome, but why are the Butterfly Gang members so ugly? But the members of Hector's group are handsome and cute, though. Maybe their appearance fits their evil nature. And I'm sure, in a few months, Annalise's face will transform into a true demon's! "Zac, be careful!" I shouted, worried. "Don't mind me, baby, save yourself first!" Zac replied while exchanging gunfire with Annalise's minions. There are so many enemies! I don't know if Zac can handle it or how long his bullets will last. He might run out!