Novel & Cerita Gangster Christmas

To see her get out of the car and shoot down the avenue, knowing where she was going, ah, it was too much for him. And here they were, kissing passionately until they lost their breath. “ I love you too, my beloved gangster.” " She said after he pulled his lips away from hers to look at her. It was beautiful and romantic, but a gatiLho was triggered in him when she reminded him of who he was. He was a gangster! She was a student, a family girl, and a musician with a future ahead of her. Reality hit him like a hammer and he pushed her slowly away from him and as much as her gaze changed in a snap, as much as he knew that she loved him yes and had just stated that, he disengaged himself from t

However, for Tania to be trusted by his brother to attend this meeting, she must have her own specialities. “I’m Xavier. Leader of Hunter Gang. This is Chris, my right hand and Gunner is my shooters Captain.” The man who’s wearing a black glove spoke. He too held the same cold expressions on his face. It was strange that he wears his gloves even while eating. What happened to his hand? Nobody knows except for him and his subordinates. His short black hair was comb to the side, revealing a pretty handsome look. He had a broad shoulder and wore a black suit.

31st December, 1998 Undisclosed location James Roberts What have I gotten myself into?, I knew that name somewhere- JG. Joel Gustav, the most notorious crime boss in the whole of America. How on earth do I tell the first lady that her daughter is with the most feared crime boss. If he knew I was investigating him, he'll have my head faster than I can say my name. What do I do?. I was left with only one option and with that, I picked up my phone.

Daniel in the middle, a gay looking male on his left and on his right was— Camelle Houston, the trending makeup artist. She went viral when she made up the first lady of the United States. How did Damon get her to come here? How much would that cost? “Can we come in ma'am?” Camelle asked. I nodded, quickly coming back to reality that I was gawking at them. “ please.” Daniel stayed back while Camelle and the gay looking man walked in. “I would be waiting downstairs.” I nodded and Daniel left. Then I faced Camelle and the man with her bag. “I'm Camelle Houston and this is my assistant, Gerald Tyler. We are your make-up artist and designers for the day.”

His gorgeous black head was now bloodied, his tongue dangling from his open mouth. The crowd gasped in shock. Max gripped my hand. I saw Mr. Chadwick’s fists fold in rage. The Vandals nearby circled around him, almost protectively. Ryders circled Aston. In the room, testosterone brimmed. Tattooed bikers facing each other off. “Oh, I’m sorry, I heard you like to hunt and display your kills so I thought I could bring you a fresh head,” Dexter said. His eyes were wild and psychopathic.

Abaddon's cold and calculated aura permeated the air around him, and Axel's cynical jests added an eerie layer to the atmosphere. They were heading to meet Dexter Manson, one of Abaddon's most trusted Capos, to discuss a serious matter that threatened to disrupt the delicate balance of power in the underworld. A rival mafioso, Giovanni Bianchi, saw an opportunity to seize control of territories weakened by the recent death of David Garcia, another Capo under Abaddon's command. Giovanni was ruthless and ambitious, and he sensed a weakness in Abaddon's organization.

Seven years later, I returned to Ros Aegeles and saw Lucas again. With the Lionel family’s help, he became the capo of Cosa, the Ros Aegeles branch of the Lenza Group. It was the biggest gang in Ameria. Lucas was at a grand villa that belonged to the Lenza Group’s capo. He stood at the center of the crowd with Chloe in his arms. Her flawless makeup and beautiful dress highlighted her beauty while Lucas enjoyed the admiration of his subordinates and fellow branch leaders.

“Are you free tonight?” My heart dropped a little. Tonight was Christmas dinner. There were guests coming. There would be loud conversations and cleaning afterward. No chance to leave the house. “I’m not free,” I said softly. “My family is having people over.” “I see…” he said. He sounded disappointed. “I know it’s short notice, but… I didn’t want to spend Christmas alone. I thought maybe I could spend it with you.” My breath stopped for a moment. He wanted to spend Christmas… with me?

Cassie is already sat at the far end, petting Snowie and offering her fish. Jaxon goes stiff beside me, taking a moment to look at everyone. Then he clears his throat and starts, “Thank you everyone for joining my family today for yet another Christmas feast. It is indeed an honor to serve you as Alpha.” “We heard you took on the seven, he's been quite a terror to the locals.” An aged man—I remember him as one of the elders—says to Jaxon as he throws a blueberry in his mouth and chews annoyingly. “Yes, I did.” Jaxon nods. “Although, we still have him on the run, but I assure you all, no harm will come to the pack.”

I realized, the hope returning to my voice. "Exactly," Xavier said, standing up and walking around the desk. He stopped just inches from my chair, looming over me. The scent of his cologne dark musk and cedar clouded my senses. "But men like Sterling don't flip for money. They flip for fear. He’s currently at an underground gambling den in the Diamond District. He thinks he’s safe there."