Gangstar Jojo Novels & Stories

I rented a room outside and focused on studying. Halfway down the street, Vincent video-called me. When I answered, his smug face filled the screen. He whispered, "Mikaela, you're reborn too, right? How does it feel? It's too bad, though. Even in this life, you still can't beat me. You'll just watch as I take that 100 million dollars. "And don't even think about calling the cops. It won't work. We're family. So, your money is our money. The cops won't do anything.

Sila ang "The Glitch." ​"So, ikaw ang sikat na Liam Black?" hamon ng isa sa mga hackers, isang lalaking may septum piercing na nagngangalang Jojo. "Bakit kami makikinig sa isang rich kid na ngayon lang nakatikim ng hirap?"

Stunna was stunned, but he rhymed it anyway: “Damn, your pops, ruthless as he is, is stuck on a female? You've got my word bro, I won't tell nobody nowhere, not even by G-mail..” Gio had to laugh at this one. “Do you ever go to the studio?” Gio asked. “Yeah, I do man, once in a while, though.. And I'm kinda good, but not like the guy who starred in 8 Mile, though..” More bars equaled more laughter from Gio. But this joy was cut short by the unannounced entry of intruders who were dressed in suits, as opposed to the leather jackets and boots worn by Gio, Stunna and Stunna's men.

"You brat! I'll make this easy for you—let your girl spend the night with me, and once I'm satisfied, I just might let you live!" "Dream on!" Unlike the rest, Jojo was an agent of justice, and it was only natural she sided with the people who saved her life!

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?"

"the gangsters?" "Gangsters?" Mike question. Clara realized what she said. "I'm sorry, I guess he still doesn't know. Anyway, I'm tired of protecting you, you know that." "I'm not one of then anymore after my mother died," I answered. "Besides, I didn't kill anyone," "Yet you did crimes, idiot. I can arrest you right now," "I'll surrender myself once I'm finished. I promise," I looked at her eyes. "You know I'm a man of promise,"

Sharp dizziness struck me, making me close my eyes and rub my forehead. "Fuck." My phone rang again. I reached for it lazily on the nightstand and took the call without looking at the dialer. "Who the fuck is this?" I barely whispered. "OG," Reeko's familiar voice came through. "Reeko," I breathed, still feeling dizzy as I closed my eyes. "It's them Marcel boys." I opened my eyes. "What?" "They entered the hood a few minutes ago. Destroyed another mall and some properties in the hood as well."

If I didn’t show interest in what he wanted to say maybe he would get the hint and go back to whatever cell he crawled out from. And judging from his appearance, his busted lip and a slight crouch to him, he was one of the weak ones. The one that got bullied by the guys from the cells in the east wing that called themselves The Gato. And the Gato from what I had picked up ran operations in these cells. Drugs, phones, knives, killing. They didn’t lack anything. “I’m Javi. Pronounced as Harvey. Like Steve Harvey, yes?” God I could see why they were bullying him in the first place.

Gael explodes, his words fueled by pain and rage. “Papá, I’m sorry—but you don’t get a choice. I’m only telling you out of courtesy so you won’t come looking for me,” JoJo says, quiet but resolute. “I’m not getting on the plane. And there’s nothing you can do—short of forcing me—that will make me.” “¡Arrancaré a esos chicos miembro por miembro! Primero le rompen el corazón a mi hija y luego me la quitan,” Gael mutters, tears running down his face as he pulls JoJo into his arms.

The neon sign outside the bar flickered with a tired, buzzing sound that made Jojo’s head ache before she even stepped inside. It was one of those dives on the edge of town where the floors were perpetually sticky and the lighting was designed to hide mistakes. Jojo clutched her purse, her fingers brushing against the laminated edge of the fake ID she’d paid way too much for. Beside her, Dusty looked just as twitchy, pulling at the collar of his jacket.