Gangster Gay の小説・ストーリー

deep down, I never wanted to go home again. Was it even my home? "I'm sorry, Quinn, but I can't leave you with him. We owe Mickey and our debt was paid until he saw you. You're young and you're most definitely his type but we refuse to give him what he wants so he will take it," Danny sounded frantic again, "you don't know Mickey. He's a dangerous man." "Who is he?" I asked, blinking away my tears as much as I could. "He's a Made man and a few years ago he took up being the head of the mafioso," Gunnar replied, rounding his desk to stand at my side.

Walking back to my car, I told my maid to watch over the girl and to let me know if anything happened. My life has been rough since the day I turned thirteen years old. My old man told me to become a man and that I would someday take over from him. By the time I took over the family business, I had killed more people than most people change underwear in a day. I don’t trust anyone except a handful of people. My three best friends are Stefano, my right-hand man and Samuele. They have known me since I was a little boy. We all grew up together since our families were friends. Kevin and Jake both have their own gang, but they aren't as powerful as mine. Alessandro is a billionaire who took over

My Gay Dad. “Get out of my house and get out of my life. I don't need you anymore. You have ruined my life, you beach". Amelia Choley screamed at the top of her voice as she pushed her husband out of her one room apartment. “You're the worst thing that has ever happened to me. You came into my life, have nothing to offer and destroyed the little I have. You're a liar, a gay and a devil. Only demons practice gay”. Amelia said, still in anger and shouting at the top of her voice. She has a tiny but loud voice and this time around she screams so loud in frustration.

He disagreed, tapping his fingers on the counter while staring at the drink before him. “You don't know my job better than I do so when I say it's going to help with the pain. Take my word for it, young dumbass.” Martin couldn't retaliate at the Bartender's words because he was one of the oldest members of the gang. Everyone respected him because he was once a hitman like Martin and he was part of Frederic's father's crew. “Thanks.” “Good, that's more like it. So you haven't answered my question, Martin, when was the last time you were with a lady? Or are you gay?” He still persisted in his question, waiting for Martin's answer since the waiters were attending to the orders at the tables.

Shayan's jaw was clenched tightly, his face a mask of cold determination. Though his expression remained blank, internally, he was like a volcano ready to erupt. The sight of the guns in the goons' hands didn't intimidate him; after all, he led a powerful gang himself.

He dragged the jacket off his body as the blood continued to gush. "Father, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have left," he cried "You didn't leave Eden, I asked you to" Gabriel muttered in a low pitched tone "I'm sorry father," he continued to cry. "You remembered my words to you some time ago, son, there are two things involved in the life of a gangster. Either prison, or death. But in my case, I have chosen death" he said with a smile on his face which was battered with blood "No, father, no!" Eden cried.

I repeat the question, having to hold the tears back just thinking about my father, now wasn't the time to be a baby. "Well with what your dad did, it's shocking none of your family caught on" the guy smiles, I look at him confused pulling the gun away from Morgan once again "your dad was one of the biggest criminals this country has ever seen, he put all these wannabe gangsters to shame" he smiles, but I shake my head at him my dad wasn't like that. "Your lying!" I shout, feeling my eyes begin to water as I spoke, once again the guy just laughs at me.

Gavin shrugged his shoulders. “I won’t do anything. She’s just a harmless woman. You can see how easy it is to make this woman believe strangers until her drinks are drugs without her knowing. “ “Well, well, you’re right. But this woman is named Jaxon, and don’t pretend you don’t know. You know this city even better than the elders who lived hundreds of years in Denver. Not a single whisper escaped your ears.” Gavin shook his head. He had known Jaxon since they were young boys whose hobby was rowing a bicycle around this city to deliver some “stuff” to the cartel or “mafia” who needed their “services.” Since childhood, they were crime partners because the money was enough to buy a new toy.

Jensen aka Romeo starts. “Don’t pretend you know how I’m feeling Jen. Aren’t you angry since you and JT no longer get to fuck around with her?” You are one of her fuck buddies. I’m just her friend and stepbrother,” Storm complains angrily. “You’re just sore she chose C.H.A.O.S. over us,” Johnathan Thomas aka Capone scoffs at his friend with his arms crossed over his broad. The man looks like the epitome of a ganger from the era of Al Capone. He is even wearing a three-piece pinstripe suit with a matching fedora. Somebody enjoys watching the classic mafia/gangster movies a little too much.

“Now, I sound obsessed with your pierced dick,” “You’re obsessed with my dick,” Mr Stark pointed out. “And you won’t be getting any,” “You’re a mood killer,” Anthony said glaring playfully at Mr Stark. “I hate you,” Mr Stark only hummed. “What happens if they don’t agree to this? You know, I’m still gay. I haven’t changed,” “That’s their loss,” Mr Stark said. “I’m not putting my money where it’s going to crash,” “You really trust me that much, huh?”