Novel & Cerita Gangster Heart

Who would have thought he's part of the people who made her life miserable? "Good morning Miss Guerrero. I'm sorry if you've been waiting for long." He said softly. Eva stood up with a smile and shook his hands. "Not at all Mr Acosta. I just got here too." Leonardo is once again staring at her beautiful face. She just had this killer smile that can melt anyone. "Have a seat Miss Guerrero." He offered. Eva sat back down, she maintained her smiling face even though she is feeling so much anger and hatred inside. She doesn't want to do anything that will ruin her plans.

Her body stiffened instantly as she stared at me in terror. I couldn't be bothered to say another word. I waved my hand dismissively. "Mr. Chance, before nightfall, I want to see news headlines of them begging on the streets. Let them finally fulfill the wish I made back then." Oswald paused for a moment, then understood immediately. "Yes, Mr. Guzman." … That evening, on the busiest commercial street in the city center, an eye-catching scene appeared.

But I need to try. * * * * * * * * * By the time I reach her gate, my palms are sweaty, and my heart feels like it’s beating out of my chest. I stand there for a moment, staring at the metal gate as if it is the only thing standing between me and redemption. My hand shakes as I finally knock.

“Anyways, from there I took over the girls, bought them drugs, treated them a bit better, dressed them better. We became a menace, killing other pimps, taking their territory and girls. We climbed the ladder, got recruited into this gang. By fifteen I was a trusted soldier, still had my pickpocketing business and my pimp business. I felt like I was on top of the world, and was making enough money to get me, my boys and my girls two good apartments. We began dealing drugs, and took over so much territory. I didn’t care about dying. Every day I went out ready to make more money or die. I was ruthless, reckless, and hungry for success. I attacked many in the streets, wanting more and more terri

He then questions caressing my cheek after we pull back. "I want to know everything." I breathe with my lips still touching his. "Like really everything?" He sighs and repeats. "Everything..." He brushes his knuckles upon my cheek and I lean into his touch. "You know what I do. Like you just said. Yes, I am a gangster, Nicole. A bloody gangster." He chuckles humorlessly as he pulls his hand back and my face falls at the loss of contact with his skin. I see his eyes turning darker with a serious expression masking his face as he continues. "I work for a gang called Cobra, which is run by our leader Richard Scott. We have several chains over different parts of the states and even in European c

Spencer added only making Leith lose it. "I'm leaving, Adela I will give you a call." He said abruptly leaving. When he reached outside where Adela and Spencer couldn't see him, he threw the novel in the near by trash can. Garreth's advise was shitty, Spencer had taken it for himself. Now he would have to try Romeo and Juliet, he thought. He couldn't mess this up, Garreth would snap his fingers and send them to his father that was what the English Mafia was known for. It was their signature move. Garreth McCarthy as the Don and Spencer as the Capo they were a dangerous combination. He didn't understand what Spencer was doing with Adela-

"Yes Jam, You're the one on my list who insulted Amira that I will repay." "WEH ?! You're scary to me! I've been kind to him too!" Jam said. "Yes I know that. You did the right thing Jam. I'm glad I met you, Amira's luck because she had friends like you." He said, "How was your life then?" Charlotte suddenly interjects. The two looked at each other and Ely laughed. "How! Tell me! You owe us a lot of stories!" Charlotte added again. "Dear Gangster .." It started and Charlotte and Jam laughed. "I'm the son of a Gangster, Gun man. Murder, all crimes committed by Papa. But he committed a crime against his heart. To rape my mother Arra, I lived in hardship. Unlike Amira who saw a luxurious life.

My mind was spinning, my chest heavy. I had to get out. I grabbed my car keys and walked out, the door slamming behind me. *** The Moretti Club sat at the edge of the city, private, exclusive, crawling with our associates and clients. “Boss,” the guard at the entrance greeted, stepping aside without question. Inside, the music was loud, the smell of whiskey and smoke thick in the air. I moved past the crowd, heading straight to the VIP level. My usual corner was already waiting, a bottle of scotch uncorked, a cigar tray freshly set. Everything just the way I liked it.

I, who was playing online games, was shocked and left my computer to head towards him who was sitting in front of the TV in the living room. "How is that possible?!" I was confused and recalled last week's incident where I landed a bullet right in his left chest, sure to hit his heart as well as his head, "I shot him right in the heart and hit his head!" I quickly shouted to the man who sighed, who was my brother. Yes, my brother is Pablo Denaro, who is the biggest gangster in America but has an equally terrible enemy named Bradley Carillo Castelano or known as Bradley de Ossa, huh, lame name for a gangster leader in my opinion.

I focused on my scope. My eyes scanned throughout the five-star restaurant 1500 meters away. My breathing steadied as I focused on my target. He aligned perfectly with my sight. He was an unpleasant looking man. Overweight, silver hair, that kind of smile that makes your skin crawl. No surprise he was surrounded by trashy whores half his age. But what else can you expect from a gangster.. Now the question of the day: head shot? Or heart shot?