Gangstar Jojo Mga Nobela at Kwento

Giovanni said defensively, and Gianna wanted to reach across the table and slap the back of his head. Gianna said in a pointed, sharp way, “They are a gang of hoodlums. Hissing quietly at her brother, Gianna asked, “Do you even know whose territory you’ve brought Mariposa into? Do you know who runs these streets here?” Giovanni gave a shaky nod. “The same people who shot Cypher, beat the crap out of Jovani, and told Zeke that they were going to drop him in the river with cement shoes.” “Right.” Gianna nodded sighing softly. “And you still brought them here?.”

“I get that a lot.” Five minutes later, Joey reappeared, clutching two drinks and visibly sweating through his shirt. He hesitated, then approached *her*. “Hey,” he said, offering her a drink. “Can we… talk?” He sat before she could answer. Gianna and I blinked at him, more curious than surprised. “I know you from years ago,” Joey blurted. Gianna raised a brow. “You do?” “Primo Inferno? I was a bartender. You came in, demanding a drink to forget your Don boyfriend.”

"The truth is, your uncle wasn't just my benefactor—he was my partner in something more. All of the businesses Greyson is a front for are what he deals in. All this is criminal. He has an underground ring of trafficking women and children and he is the top five seller of illegal weapons in America. He's involved in so many illegal dealings, that he's practically a mafia don. I admit I was once part of his Ring. We were even partners until he betrayed me,".

I, who was playing online games, was shocked and left my computer to head towards him who was sitting in front of the TV in the living room. "How is that possible?!" I was confused and recalled last week's incident where I landed a bullet right in his left chest, sure to hit his heart as well as his head, "I shot him right in the heart and hit his head!" I quickly shouted to the man who sighed, who was my brother. Yes, my brother is Pablo Denaro, who is the biggest gangster in America but has an equally terrible enemy named Bradley Carillo Castelano or known as Bradley de Ossa, huh, lame name for a gangster leader in my opinion.

#ToxicBodyguard DANIEL’S POV Vivian’s lips parted as her eyes skimmed the screen, the fury on her face shifting into something colder, deadlier. She lifted the phone, and my gut sank before the video even started playing. Grainy footage. Flashing lights. Neo stumbling out of the club doors, drunk laughter spilling into the night. Then me, jaw locked tight, dragging him through the chaos, the paparazzi shouting his name. Him pulling against me, resisting, until I forced the helmet into his hands and he reluctantly climbed onto the motorcycle. The video ended there, but the damage was done.

The live stream was still running, and the comments section exploded instantly. "Holy crap! Are these real special forces?" "Tiger Commando Unit? Isn't that the legendary squad?" "Oh my god, the streamer just called him a mobster when he's clearly a hero!" Clutching his chest, Antonio lifted his head with difficulty. "T-there must be some mistake. He's just a security guard." Giovanni spun around and pulled out his military ID and several gleaming gold medals from inside his jacket. Then, he strode over to Antonio and slammed them into his face.

Jordan pushed her aside and walked closer to Austin, looking at his face as he arrogantly sized him up. "And you know what I did brother? … I banged your wife so many times and damn! It felt good. Mh!! The only pathetic thing she did was moan your name when she spread her stinky legs for me!" Jordan spat, not realising that the brown eyes were now turning red from anger. The hand around the gun turned white. Right there and then he kicked Jordan ferociously…such that he broke the door and landed on the passageway. The gangster in him was unleashed… The maid gathered around when they heard something break. The sight before them was bloody and even bloodier when they saw Jordan fly above the s

"Whose are they then?" "Uh," Joey says, and I sigh. The poor guy is too disheveled, beat up, and stupid for this. I almost feel sorry, except he did try to stab Alessandro earlier, and he is selling illegal Russian guns on the black market, so that makes him much less sympathetic.

As if there would still be things like ‘gang leaders’ these days. “I guessed it right, didn’t I? Y’all are totally from the underworld, aren’t ya? I could tell at a glance.” Jojo kept chattering on and on, but she did not dare to say it too loudly either, lest she ended up startling the two lovebirds on the porch. Dos grew impatient. “What do you mean, the underworld? Do I look like a gang member to you?” He gave her another glare that expressed his doubts regarding her intelligence. All of a sudden, things took a turn for the worse!