Novel & Cerita Gangster Miku

“Beta.” Mike’s voice grabbed my attention and I whipped around to face him. He had a new look. His hair was shaved off into a brush cut and he pierced one of his ears and put a gold stud. It seems he had gone for a makeover in the morning that’s why he was an hour late today. Mike was the head warrior, the fifth in rank from Desmond who’s a Delta and also a human. Desmond works on our Mafia business in the human town. “Yes. Where is she?” I asked almost immediately. My stomach was twisting with nerves thinking something happened to her while I was away.

Her throat was dried as she kept swallowing her spit to make up for water. "I thought he was smart enough to have found you since yesterday but too bad, he is just as dumb as the rest of the people I have dealt with in the past. Leonard Wood is not worthy of being a Mafia leader!" Cane screamed. He matched towards Isabella again and pressed his leg on her which made her fall sideways on the floor. One of his men handed a seal to him and he closed her mouth with it. "I don't want you disturbing the peace of my bar, customers are already coming in. I wouldn't want you to disrupt their fun and Chase them away with your horrible screams because I am just getting started" He added, continuously m

A bullet hits the wall across from the doorway, one that would’ve gone through me if I hadn’t moved. I pivot back, my own Glock drawn, and I aim it into the room. He’s not aiming at me anymore. His gun is pressed to Mia’s temple, her body in front of his. “I should’ve known somebody like you would use a woman as a human shield,” I mutter. “Like I told you. This is between us. She has nothing to do with it. Let her go, and we’ll handle this like men.”

“I am just being a tourist. This entire asteroid is very interesting to me, and I enjoy exploring all of the little nooks and crannies. I am hoping you will allow me to look around? I promise not to go inside any buildings.” The guard scratched his head as he thought about it. After seeing all of her ‘Casts, he was certain that Miko was an upstanding person with a good moral code. Seeing her in person only reinforced that notion. Besides, she seemed so nice and polite - how could she do any wrong? “I guess it’s okay,” he said. “Just don’t do anything wrong, alright? Definitely don’t record anything. And if anyone bugs you, just let ‘em know I gave the OK.”

Mica's head remained bowed as he awaited his fate, he has resolved to dying with dignity, no struggles, no unnecessary drama like the ones he had seen through his span in the mafia. When he heard the hushed voices of other guards present, he raised his head to look and what he saw made his eyes widen in shock. Guilio, the psychopath? The terrorist who was only released once or twice a year to wreak havoc on men? He did not even touch the slave! Why will the don...?

Mike immediately rushed over to Lucas and bowed deeply. "Mike pays his utmost respect to the Mafia King!" Mike declared with absolute reverence. Instantly, Mike's action sent a shockwave through everyone present, including Gigio, Max, and Albin. "W-what? Mafia King?"

Right at the pinky finger. The warehouse goes silent except for his breathing — ragged, broken, barely functional. His hands are trembling so violently the restraints rattle against the chair. Blood coats his fingers, soaks the armrests, drips in a slow and steady rhythm onto the concrete floor. He's crying the way people cry when their body has run out of anything else to do. "Es Dante. Dante Gambino. Él es el que me pagó." (It's Dante. Dante Gambino. He's the one who paid me.)

He has the same tall dark handsome Italian genes and weirdly green eyes, the same overall death by glare and oozing intimidation. I never knew Italians with olive skin could have green eyes but it’s not as pretty or as soulless as the pale grey of a wolf. Mico is a typical Hollywood gangster movie henchman in a dark suit and black overcoat. Silent, obedient and all seeing. He doesn’t strike me as dumb either and has that same clever sadism about him that Alexi just effortlessly oozes from every pore. Only Mico is not as dominant and out there as Mr Mafia Boss is, and tends to be the silent intimidation in the room and only does as he is told.

Mick gloated, "That's not going to happen, Miss Lewyn. You won't see Damian unless you tell me the truth. Did you kill my father?" "Alpha Mick, could you please take your hands off Miss Lewyn?" Gean stepped forward and pleaded. "We're surrounded by people." "Who the fuck are you, you filthy gigolo? Who gives you the right to fucking talk to me like this?" Mick stared at Gean and asked. "Is there a problem?" A human security guard came forward and asked me. "Is any of these two men harassing you, lady?" "No, don't worry. We're just joking around," I answered.

And they have already begun to censor the surroundings. Zach went first and pretended to have someone to talk to inside, only now there was a guard at the entrance of the Battle Underground. "I just have someone to talk to inside," Zach said calmly to the four guards, gangsters as well. The two looked at him with a doubtful look. "Who are you going to talk to, Dos?" Zach's name is Dos in Gangsters World. "I'll just talk to Uno," The four gangsters looked at each other as if something was planned, and he didn't make a mistake when they suddenly released katanas.