Novel & Cerita Gangster Luffy

A car came in their direction in speed. A familiar young man came out and a group of guards gathered towards him. “Boss it’s the base of some influential gangster. We have captured almost every guard. That tall man helped Miss and her friends to come out. There they are.” Lufan said, “Good work, thank you, everyone. Is anyone hurt?” “No sir!” everyone replied with enthusiasm. Lufan’s attentiveness always gives them the energy to work better for him.

Jack and Sopa stood before the man, both of them trembling from head to toe. The skinny man was none other than Cade Lonen, the head of the Mighty Tiger Gang. Cade finished the last of his steak, taking the napkin a servant had held out next to him. He wiped his mouth, the scar on his face twitching from the gesture and making him look even more murderous. Tossing the napkin away, Cade finally turned his attention to the two men before him. "What's the matter?" "We've found a really loaded guy, Boss. The only problem is that he's a really good fighter," said Sopa.

"What is a guy like me?" A few beats passed before Lily responded, she thought about what she meant when she said that or she said that at all because the information that cane after was a decade's enough of shock for her to forget what happened earlier. But she tried to think what she would mean by it if she was to say that to him. "You are purposely making me repeat it." A knowing smirk appeared on the man's face. "A vicious, tattooed, merciless mafia." "How do you know I'm merciless?"

He's the main hitman of the gang. "Reports" the devil ordered, and Lambo walked to the Cyber table. She put it on and zoomed the picture of a guy out of neon. "His name is Tiger, he's got the most powerful clan after ours, they're The Slayers. He's desperately looking for you" Lambo reported. "What's his use?" Taylor scoffed. "Isn't it obvious? Take him and make him an obedient kid here" Sylvester replied, and Lambo zoomed out another picture. It's a young girl this time.

his eyes danced along my face and I nodded, somehow feeling under a weird spell, "you can rest up, eat or explore. You can do what you please." "What about you?" I asked him, "where are you going?" There was a ring on every finger on his hand, and I wondered what they meant or were for but I liked the sight of them and how whenever he moved his hands I could hear the rings rubbing against each other. It also made him look so dangerous and so gangster. He looked like a mafia Don.

" Nicole knew that the man hated being called old and that was the very reason why she kept calling him that. She had made it her life's mission to make his life as hellish as he wanted to make hers and she would stop at nothing to achieve that. She could see him clenching his jaws in anger and she smiled in satisfaction, an act that pissed Matteo off even further. "I might be an old man..." He replied, still holding on to her hair but letting his free hand roam over her body and rest on her ass. "...but You belong to me. You hear me? You belong to me!" He declared, bringing out his disgusting tongue and licking a nasty trail around her earlier. In all her life, Nicole had never felt more re

Unsure of what he’d pull out my heart started racing. I took a step back panicking , ready to run . Then he pulled out some cash , didn’t even bother to count it and dropped it on the table.. “Wrap it up” he put his hands back in his hoodie not even moved by my reaction. I shouldn’t judge a book by its cover I guess. I wrapped up his painting and with that was gone-good riddance. I felt more relieved now that he was gone but Ryder still wasn’t back. I wonder where he wandered to and if he’s okay.

We were sitting in her room catching up, we hadn't seen each other in two weeks. "Yeah, he should be here soon." Mia replies. Diego Garcia is our other best friend, Mia, Diego, and I have been inseparable since we were seven years old. Suddenly, the door opened, "I've arrived," Diego shouts. He always does this. He's a very dramatic person. Diego Garcia is a hacker for our mafia, along with Mia, much like me, Diego and Mia never go on missions. We mostly work from our warehouses. "Stop screaming, Diego." I scold him jokingly.

“A drug gang.” Her jaw clenched. “You run a drug gang?” I nodded once. “Yes.” A beat of silence. Then— “You run a fucking drug gang??” Her voice rose, and I swore Ivy twitched in her crib. “Kelly…” She threw her hands up. “Oh, so you’re not just some CEO, or a businessman, or a mysterious man who works late nights, you’re a whole drug lord??” I dragged a hand down my face. “Not lord. That’s dramatic.”