Gangster Miku 소설 & 이야기

And Amara knew that all too well, considering the number of pictures that the Celestial Police had fed them. "You're looking sour, the both of you." Monique greeted them as she joined them at the bar. "Spare us the pleasantries, Monique. Just get to business." Mikazuki answered Monique waved her hand at the bartender, "Oh, I wouldn't even know where to start." "Then try." Mikazuki snarled. Smoke sprung from Monique's fingers and into the back of Mikazuki's throat, "I'd be careful about the way you talk to me, angel. I can snap you in half with just a snap of my finger. You're outranked here."

"But, we'll need Mrs Martin " "Don't worry about Blessing,I'll handle her." He fixed his jacket and stormed out… Michelle heaved and threw her head back on her chair. She liked working for the two Gangsters even in her next life she'd do anything for them. That's why she'd try anything to find the antidote for her boss. People said Gangsters are cruel and ruthless, but these two are far from that unless it's needed. ~~~

Mafia’s maid It was late afternoon, sun was about to go and She was standing in front of a pub alone with just few pieces of information. Jeremy sends her to find out the person who was stealing his drug consignments.given by the guard, contained three photographs with the information regarding the stolen consignments. With shaky feet she gets out of the car and started approaching the entrance of the pub which was filled with neon lights and smell of alcohol was strong in air.

She immediately wrapped her arms around Maxime's and hugged him tightly. "Damn it, let go of your hands." Angie didn't care. She knew that what she was doing was dangerous. The man standing next to her was no ordinary man. He was a mysterious gangster who apparently could kill her whenever he wanted. Angie didn't know where her fear was going. "Why are you so reluctant to touch me? You must want my body, too." Angie's words were so direct. The hostess who served them was surprised how easily Angie could say such a sentence.

The only cameras on this street are my own, ensured by a sizable donation to a certain District Attorney's re-election campaign. As I enter the lobby, I begin to strip off the trappings of Micah McKaine revealing the beast within. Underneath the jacket and dress shirts are my tattoos, each one telling the story of my life. Over my heart is a picture of a sword stabbing into an anatomically correct heart, with two drops of blood-like tears inked right below, one for my mother, and the other for my uncle, both dead before I was 12, leaving me at the mercy of the foster care system. On my left shoulder is a large 34, inked by my hand when I entered the 34th Street Gang at the age of 13. My righ

Also, a few of them would handle the cops. Being the deadliest gang, one of the benefits was we had a link with the cops. They were working for us, while we paid a handsome amount of money to them. If someone doesn't work for us, we threaten to kill his family because the mafia doesn't show pity. They are ruthless. We reached Casey's house. It was easy because all the guards fainted. Rio made sure of that too. I rang the doorbell, but she didn't open the door. Being patient, I continued to ring the doorbell. Rio was entering through the back door with my other men.

One of them was muscular and big, with numerous tattoos and piercings on his face, as well as diamond earrings. As I approached them, I realized that one of them was Kendrick, the most popular gangster we couldn't get arrested. My eyes widened in shock. Both of them were heading towards the BMW, which was still lying on the ground with gasoline leaking from it and spreading on the road. I paused as Kendrick's man crouched to peer into the car. "Come out, old man. It's time to meet your doom," Kendrick bellowed, holding his gun with both hands and a devious expression on his face. Who was his target? I had to help them.

The first guy tried to grab my hands but I yanked it hard away from him that in the process it pulled him to fall over his colleague, I kept kicking them where the sun don't shine and their sides even the sides of their heads in hopes it can knock them out. While I was kicking them I saw a small red light at the corner of my eye and there I see a CCTV camera. I walked up to it "Alexander Ronaldo! I swear to God if you don't open this goddamn gate I'll kick you out!" I heard a sound before the gates were opened "FINALLY!" I yelled, before I enter I glared at the two guards who were on the ground in pain because their baby maker might be broken.

Am I going to embrace what is my destiny, or will I remain the person that I know I am the best at…Colton Cruz. Do I really want to be a Mafia Boss that hides behind a bodyguard, that only draws his gun when he is pushed in a corner? Do I truly want to be another version of a Vic Stone? So as I am left here in this godforsaken warehouse to wait for a cleaning crew to come to clean up my mess, I have the world in grasp of my hand. But does it truly have to mean that I cannot sit around the same table as the Mafia Queen? …Trinity POV…

"Sorry, I didn't mean to be rude to you." "It's OK, I know that you won't hurt me if I don't provoke your emotions." Jasmine tried to calm Mike, who seemed to feel guilty. "Is anyone hurt?" Mike walked over to see Jasmine's face. Maybe his actions accidentally hurt the beautiful face of the woman he dreams of at the nightclub he often goes to. "I am alright!" Jasmine took Mike's hand and placed it on her knee. "Now I will listen to all your stories. I also want to know what the life of a mafia is like." Jasmine explained with a sweet smile that made Mike enchanted by Jasmine's beauty.