Gangster Angel With Gun Tattoo Novels & Stories

I roll my eyes, “This is why I don’t take you anywhere, you need to trust me Angelo, and no questions, shoot first, questions later, alright?” Angelo reaches into the back seat and takes the duffle bag and the briefcase. He opens the duffle bag and takes out an Uzi and a Biretta, I take the briefcase and take out my guns and place them into their holders, I take a pistol out and attach the silencer. “Are you ready, Angelo?” “Let’s go, we don’t have time to waste,” he opens the car door and jumps out, I say a little prayer and get out of the car.

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.

Or more like a brand. My heart goes crazy, that's the tattoo he got in Texas? Why didn't he tell me? It’s perfect. It even has some cute angel wings under it, because I'm his Angel. I fucking love him so much... too bad he’s acting like a five year old and making me hate him again.

I asked even though I knew the answer, he didn't waste such amount of money in a bid to just look at me, to think of it now we always had this sexual tension between us each time we met, I thought it was just me and dirty thoughts in my head but this proved me right. "Thea, Thea, Thea." He said nonchalantly as he walked past me towards a table where he dropped his watch. I gasped as he pressed some code into a box and pulled a gun out of it which he placed on the table, then he pulled his sleeves that were slightly up a little further. He turned to me and flashed a villain smile across my way. "How are you part of the mafia Angel?"

I couldn’t have asked for better people to go through all of this with. As soon as I get to the top floor, I head for my office at the end of the hallway. It’s late at night, so the place is empty, but as soon as I get to the door, I realize I’m not alone. Angelo is waiting for me, seated on the leather couch, a glass of whiskey in his hand. He has removed the blazer from his suit, and has rolled his sleeve up to his elbow, revealing the anchor tattoo on his forearm that I love so much. He’s decided to let his hair grow, so the curls are falling over his eyes and ears, and boy, does he look hot.

If only they knew I wasn't human, not that I could do much without a wolf. I might as well be one. Gunfire echoed again. I saw the muzzle flashes before I heard the shouts. Three men at the end of the alley, masks up, guns drawn. “You picked a bad night for a drink, sweetheart,” one of them shouted. Oh, hell. Oh, actual hell. Henry shoved me down behind the car. Tattoo Guy drew his gun, fast and quiet, like he’d done this a thousand times. “Keep her there,” he said. “No, wait.”

“They are mere thugs. They molest the public and extort others. We may be wild, but nobody ever achieved success in the underground mafia society being a saint.” As soon as he finishes those words, the gangster attacks me. He has a tattoo on his forehead and neck, “baby Yahoo” clearly written in italic with worn-out ink. He is chubby and clumsy in his attacks, but his moves are lethal and deadly. He throws punches as if he wants to overwhelm me with rush and adrenaline. The man they put in front of me is built like a wall. Bare chest, scars running across his skin, eyes filled with nothing but hunger for violence.

In that instant, he became the decisive, ruthless Don he used to be. As he grabbed me and pulled me behind him, a gunshot rang out, and blood burst from Victor’s chest. Before he fell, he drew his gun and shot the attacker straight through the forehead. Screams erupted across the station as people scattered in panic. I immediately dragged Victor behind cover. His blood left a long streak across the ground. “Don’t worry…” Blood bubbled at Victor’s lips as he said, “Vincenzo only sent one assassin…” I tore off his tie and pressed it against his wound, trying to stop the bleeding.

"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'

“That tattoo on your neck was the same as hers. The exact same, no difference. I would remember that tattoo even if I was dead.” I stared, still not knowing what else to say. I had never felt strongly about anything as I’d felt about this. But where was the evidence to prove I might have not been responsible for Zara’s death? And the same tattoo? No one had my tattoo. No one. It was the inking of me as an angel dressed in black and wielding a gun and a knife, and next to it was a star. The word ‘death’ was inked on one of the wings while black stars were inked dripping like tears from the other wing.