Gangster Angel With Gun Tattoo Mga Nobela at Kwento

"No one gets within fifty yards of her without being vetted. If anyone else comes near my daughter, I want them identified and eliminated before they take a second breath." "Understood," Nicolas said. "And the hitman?" My smile turned vicious. "I'll handle him personally. Let the Morettis wait... they won't know when or how the hammer falls. That's the point." I unlocked the weapons cabinet, the scent of gun oil filling the air. I took my engraved Beretta. a reminder to anyone who saw it that underestimating me was fatal. "Prep the jet, Nicolas. We leave in two hours." "Understood."

As she unbuttoned his shirt, she noticed the tattoo of a horse on his neck which was mostly concealed by his shirt. "This is one of Christopher Stallion's men," she said. "What?" "Look at him," she said, pointing to the tattoo. "That is impossible," the governor incredulously. "My men are all trusted men." "But he has the tattoo of a horse on his neck. It would interest you to know that Stallion has a similar tattoo, and so does every member of his gang. Do you doubt it? I have a tattoo of a scorpion on my back because I am a Black Scorpion. All the members of the gangs have tattoos on their bodies."

This time, it’s on me. That’s why in this second life, I wanted to be the brave girl. This time, I promised to face the problem head on even though I was weak. "Is that why another star was added to your tattoo? Because of what happened to Angela?" I asked, placing my hand on top of his. The pad of my thumb caressing his tattoo. "Yes. Right now, I have my two angels from above watching me to go on with life and this time, do it right."

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.

Mostly because they're connected to the greek mafioso. "Sweetheart, you came all the way here to look for a diamond bracelet? Are you dumb?" "No. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't important. Give it back and I'll walk away" "And if we don't?" "I will end this little fight you have with The ravage squad. They'll never have to worry about your incompetent asses. Now give me back my bracelet" I'll lose everything but not that. Another guy with way too many chains around his neck, earrings, and a gold tooth gets up and walks towards me smiling creepily. I squash the urge to look over my shoulder to see how far the door is. I can't show them any fear even though I'm scared shitless. Yes, I am a tra

On the screen, I saw the same bird tattoo boldly drawn. "Yes, that's it! That's the tattoo I was referring to," I exclaimed. Camara looked at me and bowed her head. "This tattoo belongs to a gang leader in Texas," she revealed in a low tone. "His name is Fabian, a gang of assassins. He's usually used by powerful men to end the life of their greatest enemy at any time," Camara explained. I was confused, and my face showed it. "But who could be using him to attack Juliet now?" I wondered aloud.

I told him gripping tighter. We stopped in front of the huge fire eating up the trees covering the large tract. The fire bringing such a huge distraction looked like it’s speaking death to anyone who’s gonna run though it but I can’t feel it’s heat. Angelo walked in it like a god of fire. It doesn’t even touch his skin as he calmly walked on it. He stopped to look at me, offering his hand. The fire’s light made Angelo look different. It is reflected to his eyes making it look like burning too.

He exclaims which makes me then look down at my forearm to read my own tattoo which spelt 'family'. The tattoo was something that all of our members had to prove that they were in our gang and that we were a family. Jake had it on his bicep, Jason had it on his shoulder blade, Zack had it on his rib and Nick had it on his collar bone. Dominic got it recently on the back of her ear. Somewhere hard to find but still in her style. It suited her, and it wouldn't risk her identity being found out.

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-

About to turn around, he heard another gunshot, his eyes went to the culprit. "What?" Angelina shrugged. "I was just disarming him." She made sure to shoot the gang leader's right hand to render him completely incapacitated. Bloodthirsty angel. He continued to walk towards her, without showing his intention, not stopping until he was only a foot from her, he easily hefted her in his arms and carried her bridal style. Expecting her to protest, he held her tightly but she remained supple, and her arms surrounded his neck for purchase.