Gangster Jail Love Drawings Novels & Stories

A gasp escaped my lips immediately as I saw what he had been busy with and I turned to look at him before facing the canvas again. On the canvas was a drawing of me and my wolf, my hand over her white fur, my hair, a mixture of brown and white flowing over my shoulders, touching her fur to make a combination. There was a look of intrigue on both our faces, as if we had seen something, as if we had seen the love of our lives standing somewhere close. “It's lovely.” I stammered, looking away as I could not bear to look any more without falling for the artist who had drawn it. “You just saw Lia once and you already know what she looked like.”

He won't bother calling if it's unimportant regarding the Island or the Foedus. I took my phone out of my pocket and answered his call. "What's your problem, Trace? You know I'm a busy person. I've already arranged the shipment of Jake and Elliot." I answered as soon as I swiped the answer button. The two are smuggling illegal liquors in our town, Sta. Monica. My two assistants glanced at me when they heard my answer to my cousin. Dev sneered at what I said. "Would you like to say hi to Callista?"

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

I rolled my eyes. Alfonso was a gangster; mafia would have suited him best but whatever. He was mostly involved in gambling and drug trafficking. He was known to be cold and ruthless. He had gained himself the name, ‘Iceman’, as he would show no emotion while torturing people who wronged him. I couldn’t believe they wanted me to lie to this man.

"Don Luca, I know who you guys are. There's no history of a mafia releasing their prisoners." Luca grinned and nodded. "You're right. Most mafias, indeed don't let their enemies leave their den alive. But not me. I can set you free. And I'll make sure to keep my promise after you tell me where those copies are." He spoke at length, reaching for Raul's chin, asking him to look into his eyes. "Or... do you want your family to experience the same suffering you're going through now?" Luca reached for his cell phone from his pants pocket. He opened the photo gallery, showing pictures of Raul's wife and children enjoying themselves.

The tattoo was more than just an ordinary tattoo; it was a rank, "these guys have been in and out of prison, and the dollar sign was a ranking of twenty-six. The number twenty-six was high ranking amongst other prisoners, indicating they do not fear returning to prison. The guy with the tattoo, who was six feet grabbed Jimmy and pushed him to the window, then removed his gun. The train stopped by the next station, and people ran out as the train reached a standstill. "Hey, man, let him go." Said Joey; the other two men, surprisingly, also had guns; Joey had noticed the tattoo of the other two guys; one was a rapist and the other a killer.

I am finally having so much fun that I almost forget I am kidnapped until James joins in. And as soon as he walks in, Zia’s eyes scan around to find her younger son. And of course, that psychopath is playing the lonely and isolated card. Luciano is sitting by the table, all alone, isolated. Zia can’t stand to see that, and she walks to me to mummer in my ear. “I think he is madly in love with you.” Is that what he lied to his mother about to make her an accomplice to this? I hate him for that.

But to them, my silence was as good as a confession. "Nothing to say now, huh?" Antonio weighed the bottle in his hand, a cruel smirk spreading across his face. "Pretty soon, we're going to strip you down and see what tattoos you're hiding. The mafia loves their crosses and their saints. I bet you're no different." In less than ten minutes, the roar of motorcycles echoed from beyond the yard. The front door flew open with a kick, and five thugs with dyed hair and tattooed sleeves barged in. "Boss, where's the guy?"

As one of them moved to stab Shayan, a firm grip stopped him. All eyes turned to see RV standing in the doorway with a murderous glare, holding the goon's hand tightly. Shayan's lips curled into a smirk at the sight of his friends arriving with equal determination. The combined force of the "Great Black Tigers" quickly subdued the goons, leaving them unconscious on the floor.

If that was what love was all about, I'd rather not try it. **** I stood with an expressionless face, hands in pocket as I stared at a painting. For people who said time heals pain, they are all liars. A lot of time had passed, and nothing had healed me. All that was left of me was misery and the endless urge to kill. But somehow, staring at paintings and artwork always calmed the storm inside me. Time ticked away as I waited for my supposed date, an Italian woman that my grandfather and every other person thought I was obligated to get married to in order to create a truce between the two leading mafia clans in Italy.