Gangster Angel Novels & Stories

Just see how he reacted with Sean, if I brought someone like that good-looking customer home, he would have a heart attack on the spot. Oh, but that couldn't stop me from imagining all sorts of silly stuff about the customer. I just wished I had asked him for his name at least, then I could put a name to his face. Hmm, he looked like a Michael, and no, I wasn't just saying that because I'm a church girl. Even though he was polite and kind, he looked like someone who could protect his own; someone who wouldn't stand to see his loved ones suffer. Just like how the angel Michael was the battle angel, destroying the demons while being good and pure.

And yet now, after two innocent encounters with one forbidden redhead, he found himself risking everything. If my father finds out I'm fraternizing with the enemy, he'll skin me alive, Layon realized, yet a part of him was even angrier at himself for thinking of Angel as the enemy. She was just as much a victim of her father's actions as his father had been, if not more so. Lester Silverdale was stronger than ever, his legacy almost secured, and he never spoke of Axel. Yet Angel was clearly struggling every day to make ends meet, emotionally and physically drained.

But in reality, they watched silently as everything fell apart around me. I stood up from the floor, lay down on my bed, and took a deep breath. Salvatore is my only hope. I have to make him fall for me again. I did it once, and I can do it again. I need to find out who Romeo and his men sold that woman, Angel, to. I'm sure she's just being used and exploited by whoever that is. The new boy at Narciso's mansion didn't mention anything about the syndicate or whatever loan sharks they owed. All I know is that Angel fell into the hands of people who are ruthless and corrupt.

“You think this a joke right? Trust me, I have killed less important fools than you without blinking. It's nothing to me.” “You think I'm lying? Ask him then. He doesn't think you're good enough for Mia. I mean seriously a gangster and a–” he coughed, and hit his chest. “A gangster?” “That's just how he sees you. Your business résumé doesn't change anything in his eyes. His daughter is an Angel to him, and you're the devil. Both literally and figuratively.” “Uh-huh– how ironic that is. Angel my ass.” I scoffed as I began to pace in the office that was so big it could be considered a house on its own.

I want them to feel the pain, hurt them just like they hurt the innocent. That is why I run this gang. And the second reason of me being that angry was Angela and that attack in the party she had gone to. It was them. Quinn Daggers. Those bloody bar*s! The nerve they had to attack my Angel. How dare they even think of hurting her?! And for once in my life, I have to thank him. Carl. My mortal enemy! For once he had done something worthy. He had saved my Angel that night. My Angel. My lifeline. My lo-

The man stroke his beard like he was trying to remember who Marcos was talking about. "Oh! The police." Marcos chuckled at this and nodded his head. From his findings, Xavier was a FBI agent, not a policeman, but he did not bother correcting him. "What can I do for you?" Marcos dipped his hand in his pocket and brought out a wad of hundred dollar bills.

“Whichever. Nothing good ever comes out of your mouth, anyway.” He laughed. “I love how you’re finally remembering who I am. You almost forgot for a while, but now we’re back on track.” He dragged a wooden table closer and sat across from me, our knees nearly touching. His next words angered me. “You’re getting too comfortable, Angel,” he murmured, voice deceptively soft. “And comfort? It’s a dangerous thing.” My stomach turned cold. "What are you saying?" His voice dipped lower. “Dontrell won’t always be around to catch you when you fall. And if I ever see you slipping, I'll be the one to place a nail in your path. So you fall. And die.”

Chapter 2 Angelo; In my world, traitors and snitches are a deadly sin. Unforgivable except through death. I am Angelo Fabian. The number one ruthless Mafia Don in the whole fucking casino. And everyone, I mean, every single fucking individual knows not to mess with me. Standing in front of the three dimwits kneeling before me, rage surged in me as I corked the gun. "Now, are you willing to tell me why the hell none of you bastards have captured that traitor? Do I have to rip your tongue off before I get a goddamn explanation?"

Mr Carter greeted. "Hello, you are?" Mr Wilson asked scanning the people for Mr Garcia or Isabella. "A friend of the Garcia's," replied Mr Carter happy no one could recognize him with his disguise. "I see, you do have a name," Mr Wilson asked. "Yes, Mr Gustav," Mr Carter introduced himself using Jeremy's name. "Barrister Wilson. How may I help you?" Mr Wilson asked. "I know you are a lawyer for Mrs Garcia but I will need you to recover a stolen property," Mr Carter said.

Can you imagine your absence at the biggest langerie event in Paris? — You said I wasn't the center of attention. — I'm wrong, girl! You know it is! — Louis finished removing the makeup and punched me in the shoulder. — Angel Backer is on the cover of all magazines, a typical beauty of South America, a daring Brazilian! The one that is never late and does not fail in commitment! The one that joined Gucci and abandoned it just to help Diamond grow, even if she had to live in this end of the world that is the city of Boston!