Novel & Cerita Gangster Angel

What did he call Zane? “Who?” I asked, fully confused now. “Kian Arreas. Billionaire, tycoon. Leader of the underworld. "You know, Mafia boss," he said casually as if the words he just uttered didn't just make my stomach churn. “What?” my voice barely a whisper.

And now you dare rub it on my face? What you think of it huh? I accept my lifestyle; I proudly wear my status not like you fucking double face. You want to throw your brother into deep holes of sorrow fear and tears, to hell with you. Fuck it. Do whatever you want to get him back. But remember, I won’t help you even if you crawl back to me. Leave before I throw you out". It was the Mafia speaking. Lucas; was a whole mafia himself. He went out of his penthouse to god knows where leaving a messed up Jeffery and a silent Parker behind.

The crowd parted as he walked in, he went straight for the VIP section. Mick Gatto was already seated, one of the whores on his laps, giving him a lap dance, Mick Gatto was the Head Leader of the Russian Mafia, though he was an Australian by birth and he was here for business alone. Xavier took a seat, right in front of him. Scantly dressed waiters supplied them some strong drinks. Mick pushed the whore off his lap and she staggered away. "Hope you came with a glorious offer to appease me, otherwise this would be a waste of precious time" Mick said, he had always been the brave type.

The word tore from my throat as I slid down the counter, my legs unable to hold me. I’d butcher men without remorse and paint their blood on the walls as if it was some fucking piece of art. But this...this was different. My soul laid bare, utterly consumed by rage and anguish. My men stayed with me and watched their mafia king break apart, waiting for the explosion. My wrath would awaken the demon inside me, summon hell, and unleash my demons to wreak havoc on Earth to avenge my Angel. “How did they get to her?” My voice was hoarse, the words muffled as I spoke into my hands.

"Try me. Just so you know, this place is mine. No one will stop me if I want to fuck an American girl like you. They don't know you. You're not one of us." "The police will catch you and throw you in jail." "Really? Before the police come, I'll take you to my bed first. Hmm, you're really beautiful. What's your name?" Angel turned her face away when the man grabbed her chin. She could only pray to God to send an Angel to help her. She was very scared. The man was like a psychopath. He had a tattoo of a dagger and a two-headed snake along his arm. Angel was sure the man was a member of a gangster. No one dared to interrupt the man. The people who came to the bar just walked past her and didn'

Jimmy shrugged his shoulders, "I feel lucky tonight." "truly ?!" Angelo smiled a serious smile.. "Is it because your brother isn't around right now, wandering around?!" "No, but because I gambled the money I won from him in a bet that will come shortly after the bitch finishes licking his dick!" Angelo smiled wide, Jimmy and his brother Ryan are among his close men since he found them several years ago on the doorsteps of his hotel, destitute who do not have a single dollar. His orders at once, or if they should come to him without delay, made them so faithful that they book themselves two high ranks in the Anglo Mafia family...

He reached twenty-seven and still did not get the diploma. He is the lead guitarist and lead singer of the band ‘THE FALLEN ANGELS’. Ms. Capa was the one who named this band. The three boys are not only famous at school, but also in other places. He was mistaken for a Gangster look because of the tattoos surrounding both his arms.

“Enough. Tell me, how do I make Rachel come back to me?” Vincenzo replied, “Did you actually believe that? You really are an idiot.” I raised a brow, my right hand slowly moving toward the gun at my waist. “I can’t make Rachel change her mind,” Vincenzo added, “but I can help you kill her and put you back on your throne as the Don.” A sinister smile spread across his face. “The price is Brooklyn and Queens.” I said nothing. Just as my fingers brushed against my gun, the guard beside me pressed a barrel against my head.

he snarls at me, forcing my attention back to him, “Do you understand who these people are, how important they are? Both Eros and Elio Angelou have targets on their heads and the prices are high as fuck. This isn’t a fucking game, okay? There’s literally dozens of criminals plotting to kill them as we speak. When we’re on the clock, we don’t get distracted by women, get it? And we’re always on the clock.” “Damn, man, I get it. I was just making conversation,” I scoff, but I make a mental note to stop being so carefree, “Trust me, I can do my job and focus on women at the same time.” “No, you fucking can’t,” he spits out, but the elevator doors open so we step out, then I stop at the front de

He would make it a better place for the unwanted and make a home for himself. Laurent was a stubborn Angel and he would make an even better Fallen.