Gangster Jail Love Drawings Novels & Stories

He finished and I shot him in the middle of his eyes He fell on the floor with a thud and his blood spread all over the marble making it look dirty. " boss! "Zubair my third in command of my gang said I'm their leader, their king. I rule over Indian mafia. " clear this mess before I come back visiting that bitch who dared to double cross me. Anyways he was a worthless man who couldn't do the work he was assigned to do. So he doesn't deserve to live. "I told him and he nodded mutely

I ordered grabbing the loaded machine gun. "How many are they?" I implored playing with the gun. "More than a hundred." "Who did dare to do this?" I frowned. "They are small gangsters and I think they are not the root of it. Someone else would be behind these all. "Hmm." We reached the warehouse. Covering it with my men, we attacked them. A few minutes and the issue was over. Her mom was fastening on the chair with ropes. I unfastened her and carried her in my arms. I don't know why I felt so painful when I saw her in pain.

Iker ran a hand through his hair, visibly frustrated. "What makes you believe in his protection after his own men almost killed you?" Lizzy hugged herself, and her voice cracked. "The contract..." "Lizzy, do you really think Greed will keep his end of the deal? You must remember that he's a gangster, and not just any gangster, but the leader of the most powerful mafia in New York. Trusting him wholeheartedly, based solely on a contract that he could break at any moment, is complete madness." And she knew it. It was complete madness to trust someone so dangerous. But even if he broke his word, she wouldn't break hers to protect herself and her child.

Good morning, Mia bella~ I know if you're reading this note means you have already seen my creativity on you~ *wink emoji* I love my art on you, even the tattoo and the love bites. *heart emoji* And the best part was when you were moaning my name in your sleep when I was fucking your little pussy. I didn't realize until last night that I also love to fuck you in your sleep. Well, I hope you are able to walk later. Your one and only love~ Baby boy/Aaron PS - Turn the note> “Fuck!! So I was not having the wet dream!! It was Aaron, here in my bedroom and tattooed these things on me, even… fuck me!!” I mumbled, blushing hard.

Larissa crossed her arms as she asked Gary, "Then can you tell me what the hell he just drew?" This definitely made Gary feel lost. He tipped his head to the side as he brought the papers closer and further away from him. He was staring holes into the papers, and yet he still could not tell what was drawn on them. Finally, he tried to guess. "Is that … a very tall chicken?" "Noooo! That's not it!" Aster snatched away his "masterpiece" from Gary with annoyance. "This is Ke—van—Ro—gers! It's my daddy!"

When you see my artwork you immediately start getting scared. Usually, I would only do this to the people who I marked first. People I prayed on. I make their families watch. The people I mark are those who helped my father beat us. Or the ones that targeted my family like little Gillian here When I made my last cut he was already dead. I smiled at my artwork and when I looked at my brother and Felix they smiled as well. Behind their eyes, though I could see the fear. I was covered in blood so we throw the weapons in the bag and hid them in the car before going to Enzo's mansion

While I think about our sex, my dick twitches, responding to every touch that I remember. I grab my phone, and I order some really rare, pretty flowers, chocolates, and then a morning-after pill. Whatever it is, she deserves to be treated with love and respect. That, I can't pretend about. After I'm done placing orders, a call comes in. It's Dimitri. I hope he has good news for me. I answer, pressing the phone against my ear. “Speak, Dimitri,” I demand, my voice firm. “We caught Francisco; shall I bring him over?” He says, and a smile spreads across my lips.

She was using colored pencils. Gaya sat on a different table. She was discussing whatnot with Elijah and Elias. I subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, seeing how none of them looked angry over my lack of hospitality. I approached her carefully and sat opposite her. The drawing was alive now. Detroit West – her father. It was no longer just a shadowy outline. The sketch now bloomed with deep reds and burnt oranges, warm brown undertones smudged beneath his cheekbones, and his eyes…those unmistakable, calculating eyes, seemed to stare right back from the paper.

"Please accept this cash. It's an investment fund. Use it to hire better bodyguards for your wife when she inevitably runs away from us again." Silvio pulled a piece of paper from his own pocket, a childish drawing of a stick figure woman with curly hair and a visible, messy red dot on her shoulder, labeled 'MADS THE HERO' I could feel Adriano trying his best to muffle his laughter. "This is from us," he said, pushing the crayon drawing toward me. "It’s a certificate of bravery. We'll sign it. We're bad at feelings, but we acknowledge you're the most gangster person we know."

"Yeah, I'm here." "Our diamonds came in full this time, no one messed with it now that Donatello is gone. I deliberately shipped this consignment as a trap to lure out Donatello's boss, but the bastard doesn't seem to exist otherwise he would have certainly hijacked our shipments. Do you think Donatello lied? Is there really a boss named Black controlling the western Mafia?"