Gangster Mack の小説・ストーリー

Luke asked, raising an eyebrow, confused. Nicholas didn’t answer. Instead, he stepped outside the barn, his gun raised. “Looking for me?” he called out, his voice calm yet sinister. The men were already out of their engines, ready to barge into the barn any moment. Immediately they saw Nicholas, they drew out their weapons and aimed it in his direction. A man with a scar running down the side of his face with a wicked smile playing on his lips. “Well, well,” the man smiled, his smile implying he was here for trouble. “Pectran, I didn't take you as someone stupid considering your fame Adrian sends his regards.”

“What can I say? We clearly have different values when it comes to people's lives, right?” “Even when that life is not worthy?” he replied with a question, and then suddenly one of the men hit Rick on the head, making him fall on his knees in front of both Mafia bosses. “As long as you tell me where my package is, no one will get hurt,” he added. “And what do you call the dead bodies on the floor?” Alex asked, pissed. “Oh, my bad,” he responded with a mocking smile. “I meant, no one will get hurt further,” he corrected with a stupid grin.

I stated with my hand on my hip. “Whatever hotcakes,” Drake laughed, looking back at his phone. Anger bubbled up. I slammed my hand on the counter. “I said my name is Bristol!” I shouted, repeating myself. He stood. “Watch it. That pretty little mouth shouldn’t talk like that. I have a few ideas about how I should be used.” I gagged. “Ew.” I rolled my eyes and walked away, but Drake gripped my wrist. “Big bad mafia man isn’t here to protect you. I could take what I want, and you are like a helpless kitten.”

floor. It didn't take much time for Andrew to come into his mafia form.He pressed the button under his table and a table appeared from the floor ,containing all sorts of weapons. He immediately wore his Bullet proof jacket along with gear cloak shoulder holster with two pistols. He wore a thigh holster with CZ-75 . He put a blade in his shoes. In one hand he was holding AK -47 and in the other he was holding a pistol.Without further delay he moved towards the gun shots like the cheetah who is dying to kill his prey. His body held a strong power as he marched down the stairs killing his enemies who were coming in the way. Ethan was right behind him, covering him from the back.On the first fl

A teacher beating up a student? What if Dani and Yuri would get a hint that her tutor's a gangster?

He said as he glanced at Kelvin. "You can't have her all to yourself." The robber said as he aimed his gun at Mack, but he was out of bullets. At that moment Mack launched at him. It erupted to fitthe fight. Mack threw him on the floor. He tried to pull off his mask, but he couldn't. The masked man punched him on the stomach. "Ah." Mack growled in pain. I rushed to him, and Klein lunched at the masked man, but he jumped out of the window_ which could have been done by someone who had done a lot of stunts. He jumped like a guru.

Eric didn't go six feet under, then she wouldn't have become a problem but he is now. Eric McCoy was the man who ruined a lot of lives. He was feared and respected, Diana is now a worse version of him. The bastard was a fucking gangster, a fucking mafia don— still unconfirmed. He was deep in the weapons business. The shipping company and the construction shit that's now bigger than ever was all a front. He was everybody's problem, everyone envied him. My grandfather and a lot of his partners then would complain about this 'English dick-headed motherfucker' who's fucking everybody up.

The notion of having Mac at his mercy would be far too tempting for Trigger to resist, Jack had concluded, and they’d moved ahead on that assumption. So Mac would get hurt, they’d had no damn doubt about that, maybe even hurt badly, but Mac had said that he could handle a beating if he had to. After all, his childhood had been nothing but one long beating at the hands of his father, so although he wouldn’t enjoy getting smacked around by the MC, he’d survive. Assuming King and his people came through. It seemed to go on for a long time, but Mac supposed it wasn’t more than a minute. That was when one of the men smashed the back of Mac’s skull with something heavy – most likely the butt of a

“He’s dead, I could’ve saved him he wouldn’t let me. He’s dead. I should’ve been dead instead of him, Orlando is going to hate me for not saving him instead of me, he’s dead. I should be in his place.” I never knew what that meant until a few days ago when we received the news that dreads was missing and that his body was found burnt to a crisp outside the millers estate. I clenched my fists and gritted my teeth, us and the Millers were on the same page until now. I was glad I put a bullet in him. He’d got rid of my one and only loyal suppliers he never failed me not once we had one run in due to thst dumb runner thinking he could make money in the side and get away with it. But all was clea

"the gangsters?" "Gangsters?" Mike question. Clara realized what she said. "I'm sorry, I guess he still doesn't know. Anyway, I'm tired of protecting you, you know that." "I'm not one of then anymore after my mother died," I answered. "Besides, I didn't kill anyone," "Yet you did crimes, idiot. I can arrest you right now," "I'll surrender myself once I'm finished. I promise," I looked at her eyes. "You know I'm a man of promise,"