Novel & Cerita Gangster Angel With Gun Tattoo

” He grabbed my hands and led me to the carnival shooting booths handing me the small arrows to arm at the water ball. He goes first, and with five arrows he misses like a toddler losing a game. That motivates me to aim, win and give him the puppy plushie. If I didn't know Machado was a feared Mafia Boss, I'd argue with anyone who told me —-- because right now, he is jumping with excitement like a kid getting a prize. His joy disarms me like a toy gun shooting real bullets. His tattoos peak from his knuckles and arm—- two rings on his fingers, the index and pinkie, probably making his family rank. Skulls and bullets inked on his knuckles.

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.

Swiftly but gently, he slightly pushed her inside and shut the door behind him. "There are a thousand things I could do, Laura." He said huskily. "You are mine and I would never let another man have you." "Are you crazy?" "For you carrot, I can be." He replied. "I am getting married to Dexter and that's final." She said stubbornly. His face softened and he wore a hurt expression. "Angel," he said softly coming close to her and she stood her ground, though held her breath.

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.

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.

"Is that what the tattoo is for? Your Mom?" She slowly nods her head and averts her gaze back towards the window, her tattoo peeking out just a smidge above her uniform collar. "For her... and my Dad. Black angel wings usually represent fallen angels. My Mom and Dad? They were my angels." Silence looms over us as I pull into the department parking lot and turn the engine off. "Will you talk to him for me, Crayvin? Just check on him for me, please? I don't want him alone, and you two are close. He probably needs you more than you think right now, even if he isn't ready to admit that to you, yet."

"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.

As he was looking at the menu, I had the time to appreciate his looks. Gosh! Those eyes! They were screaming cute! He was a muscular man who should be older than me by a few years. His masculine beauty was out of this world and he is the kind of man I’d love to have a thing with. The only problem I saw in him was the big tattoo on his arm that extended to his wrists. Being a typical church girl, I couldn’t end up with such a man unless I wanted to be disowned by my father. “I’d have a glass of martini, extra dirty and tacos.” He said in a dreamy gusty voice.