Gangster Jail Love Drawings Novels & Stories

A gangster, whose top was bare with his tattoos showing, whistled at her and teased her frivolously, “Hey, sweetie, get in and we’ll have a good time.” Rainbow ignored him and drew distance from the car. ‘Damn, she looks like a virgin! I’m in luck!’ The gangster’s narrowed eyes gleamed wickedly as he got out of the car. He strode to Rainbow and pervertedly said, “Come on, cutie, your time will be rewarded.” He swallowed and pulled out a stack of money. “One night with me, and this whole stack of money is yours.”

He leaned down, his hands gripping tight on my chair, trapping me. "The drawings," Chadwick murmured, his breath hot against my neck. "They are all naked men, Danny. Are you a pervert or like a psychotic stalker?" He didn't let me answer. He swallowed hard. "It's ...just art. I was just practicing..." Chadwick leaned even closer, his chest almost brushing mine. "Instead of obsessing over their naked bodies, be bold enough to confess your feelings, you little slut." The statement hit me hard. "Little slut? I asked. No! No, I am not even gay. I just love drawing. I swear."

I couldn’t even hide my smile… it stretched slowly and warmly across my lips before I surrendered the board to him. He took it with careful fingers, like he was receiving something sacred. He stared at it. And I watched his face instead of the drawing. My drawing was small and cute… a tiny family holding hands under a sun, smiling. A mother… a father… and a little child between them. No crowns. No pack symbols. Just love. Just peace. Safe to say it was exactly what I wanted. A life with him and our kids, safe from chaos. “I love it,” he said quietly, eyes still on the drawing.

And he was a bastard to even think about selling his own daughter, his flesh and blood, to a scary man like the Don, or whatever he actually was. I gave him a grateful small smile and ran toward the door. “Ah, yes, Dexter. Get the bastard father and son here. Since they have already sold my diamond and they won't tell me anything about the money, it's clear that we must kill them. Their lives in exchange for what they stole from me.” My feet froze by the door frame as I heard the Don. He was talking to someone. And I knew exactly what he was planning to do. My freedom was a step away from me, yet I couldn't move at all. My father's dead face was swirling in front of my eyes.

He said ridiculing me. "Take your suit and let me go. One thing without a doubt, I'm never designing suits for you, anymore.” I said in dissatisfaction. "Haha! Let him go, you have some unacceptable person." He expressed seeing me with pity. What sort of mafia is he, imbecilic and dolt. The guard freed my hands. What's more, I punched him as soon as I was free. "You, jerk." I was disturbed as heck, yet they again pointed their weapons at me, it’s their favourite thing to do.

he added, smirking at Jennifer. Blushing, Jennifer offered the best smile she managed. "I love to draw and paint. It is my passion," she told him shyly and stole a glimpse at Frank and then at Todd. Frank had visibly relaxed while Todd seemed to be frowning in displeasure. She smirked internally. It looked like Todd wasn't very satisfied with Frank having a supportive girlfriend.

He leaned on his motor and began to read. Dear Gangster, Lucifer Cuenca, the name of the man who received and I am not ashamed. A lot is being stoned about me being a Psycho and Weirdong girl. I've been seeing you at school for a few years but you just talked to me too. I will never forget how we started talking.

Drew smirked at me making the chains tattoo shake a bit, before walking out of the garage. I clenched my fist in anger. This was exactly what I was talking about. The whole love thing was a weakness, a distraction and a deadly path to walk across. Because when Drew found out you had been harboring feelings for someone, they weren't safe. While I knew I could pay him back the money my father owed him, it was still a risk because now Drew would have something to hold against me and I didn't want that.

She won’t even send me to school! I sat down sadly. I think I should be just happy that she is sending me to meet him at least till he gets well. But that Bain… I… I hate him so much! How dare he!! I took out my phone and played some games. ------- Alex I was in the ward and Joe came inside. “Hey” “Hello Joe” I smiled. “How are you?” “I am good. How is the gang?” “Ah good” “Good! I trust you are keeping good care”