Novel & Cerita Gangster Angel

“What’s with the get-up?”Rachel asked.”Halloween on the other side?” The Angel Of Death rolled her eyes.”My latest…client,shall we say?...He was a lowdown pimp and drug dealer.This was his idea of an angel,carrying him off to paradise.Which,believe me,was not where I took him.” Gabrielle closed her eyes and in an instant,her outfit changed,from the trashy dress,to her more traditional black,hooded cloak.

his grey eyes show nothing but anger. We arrive at the docks. We file out of the car. Both Angelica and her accomplice are tied up kneeling on the cold hard cement. I smile walking up to them. “It’s an honor gentleman…” She smiles right back at me. "Burn her fingertips back sure there’s no fingerprint left…" I order looking her right in the eye. She tilts her head looking at her brother. “You know Dre you’ve got yourself a cute little wife. A bit of an airhead. She’s too naïve to be a wife of the head of the mafia’s right-hand man though.” She teases.

She said sweetly, leaning into him. "It's alright baby..." He turned to face Samantha and the look on her face amused him greatly. "Let me go get you ladies some drinks while you get to know each other. I'll be right back." He said, registering the look of horror on both their faces and left anyways, not giving them a chance to reply. He had only one intention in mind and that was getting his angel away from that demon that called himself Ronald.

I mumbled. "You wouldn't say that if you really know me," he said taking small steps towards me and I also moved steps backwards in fear. "W-who are you?" I stuttered. "I'm Theodore Black. The owner of Black Enterprise Co. and also one of the most powerful Mafia leaders in the country," he said studying my reaction. I stood there shocked and scared for myself. Why on Earth did I speak to him like that? I was sure I heard that name before but I just didn't know where and now that I know, I wish I didn't.

Selena Lethal I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw him, all this while, I thought Angel Roswell was at least 40 years and above, but the man who had come to me looked nothing short of 27 summers. The voice messages did no justice to his voice, though I was able to recognize it. He looked very young and extremely handsome, his name did justice to his physical looks, but his inner look, his name did no justice at all, he is supposed to be named Satan and not Angel, because that is what he is, a demon. Angel Roswell is the head of the Italian mafia bujambo, he is dangerous and ruthless, I can never imagine myself with him.

This is normal for the Death Kings. Angel clears her throat. Sidhe and Gator stop kissing to turn their eyes on her. She has such a commanding tone that everyone present is waiting to hear what the high school English teacher and horseback riding instructor have to say. “Alright, you two that’s enough. We aren’t going to start an orgy with the children present,” she admonishes them. Us and Tempest are the ‘children’ she is referring to. They both say, “yes ma’am”. Angel also goes by the name Natalie or her nickname Ali. We call her Angel out of respect for the terrifying assassin she is. The criminal world pays her large amounts of money to quietly end their enemies and she is talented, at l

I showed him that I am going to kick him and his hands went to block but I sneakily punched his stomach and then took a step back. "Good job Doc" I heard and I turned around and looked at the scariest of all of them. The one and only... Arcangelo Romano. Why would god give a face of an angel to this devil? He is just too handsome to be a Mafia. "What's the progress Luca?" he went to Luca.

Iker ran a hand through his hair, visibly frustrated. "What makes you believe in his protection after his own men almost killed you?" Lizzy hugged herself, and her voice cracked. "The contract..." "Lizzy, do you really think Greed will keep his end of the deal? You must remember that he's a gangster, and not just any gangster, but the leader of the most powerful mafia in New York. Trusting him wholeheartedly, based solely on a contract that he could break at any moment, is complete madness." And she knew it. It was complete madness to trust someone so dangerous. But even if he broke his word, she wouldn't break hers to protect herself and her child.

He raised me so damn well and I wouldn't achieve half of the peacefulness I have without him. So with my shades and black lipstick on years later, I can still always roam the streets of Cashmodeus City with the smug look on my face and do whatever I want. Because just like what he said, to hell be with everyone, it ain't their life to live but mine. I felt so free and me. Well, not until another shit happened... "Rule #16: At least look like you're not a murderer or something. Hey, are you even listening?" I sighed and completely buried myself in the mini sofa where I was sitting. "Yes, I am," I even said without batting my cousin an eye.

My Angel would be safe, no matter the cost. "Whose men were those?" I demanded, my voice low and even, but simmering with a fury that threatened to boil over at any moment. I could feel my heart still racing from the adrenaline of the chase, my mind replaying the image of Angel's terrified face as bullets whizzed past her head. Clark's expression was neutral, but I could sense a hint of wariness in his eyes as he hesitated before answering. I took a step closer to him, my eyes narrowing. "Tell me, Clark. Whose men were those? Victor's? Russo's? Or someone else entirely?" My voice dropped to a growl. "I want to know who dared to put her in harm's way."