Gangster Sonic Novels & Stories

I stopped my stern gaze at the gangster boys as I watched the leader who seemed to be in his early fifties, he took off his sunglasses and I recognized him at once. Unknowingly, I raised my hand pointing the gun toward him while his men did the same to me and Bernard. Even if I were to die in their midst, I was sure I would kill more than half of the gangsters along with me before dying but my target right now was Mr. Taylor, standing broadly and majestically at my front. My parents' murderer! And my sister's. "Ciao, Abramo." He called with an American accent and I could understand my dream at once, he was the fucking ass sucker who named me that. I thought distastefully gazing at him.

“Those ‘monsters’ in black suits…and those crazed cops…they’ve sealed off the whole of New York! I…cough…I can’t hold on much longer!” Jack’s heart sank. Victor, the former leader of the “Bloodfang” gang, the man who should have vanished in the “Global Storm,” was still in the city. "Where are you?!" "Where am I? I'm cleaning up your mess!" Victor roared. "How far do you think your pink 'turtle shell' (he was obviously referring to the Pink Hellfire) could go?! That son of a bitch 'The Clockmaker' sold your GPS signal to all the gangsters in New York before you even went into the tunnel! Now the entire dock area is full of rabid dogs waiting to collect their bounty!"

I had to use the environment. "I can slave the yard’s old acoustic sensors to a localized loop," I said, my mind racing as the "Architect" pivoted to industrial sabotage. "If I can get the old steam-whistles and the foundry sirens to trigger on a delay, I can create a 'Sonic Screen.' It’ll blow their eardrums and mask your movements." "Do it," Enzo said. He was standing over a massive, rusted anvil, sharpening a machete with a whetstone. The shick-shick-shick was the only heartbeat the room had.

"Dad, when you sold the restaurant for 900 grand and gave 600 grand to Logan, you said the remaining 300 grand was for your retirement. Now even that's going too?" "I–" He choked on his words and couldn't respond. "Tom." Serena immediately tried to smooth things over. "Evan is just worried about you. Now that he's back, let's talk it out as a family. Logan's wife is carrying twins. She's a huge contributor to the Clark family. In the future, Logan will definitely take full responsibility for your retirement!" She shot Logan a look. He immediately stood up. "Yeah, yeah, don't worry, Evan. I'll take care of your parents in the future!"

. August 17th, 2011: Wednesday Day 3 ~~~~~~~~~~ It was still dark outside when Tony woke to Dillon's phone as it started to vibrate and blast Coolio's 'Gangsta's Paradise.' The kid always bounced between that song and others for his alarm ringtone, since it was one of his all-time favourites. Hip-hop and rap and all that were fine, but Tony was a true rocker. Any kind of rock. Classic, metal, alternative, hard, soft, any rock was good with him. Though, he was a big fan of the Beastie Boys, but was that even considered rap or hip-hop? He supposed it was.

But that wasn't Sonny. And until tonight, he had never taken another human being's life. Until tonight, he thought over in his head again. Fuck! Sonny knew he shouldn't have gotten involved with the Russians. He had never played at that level before. That was more Nic's territory, because where Sonny liked to bullshit, charm and make an idle threat every now and then, Nic would just kill you. And that's exactly the same philosophy that the Russians had adopted. And Anzor...that Russian prick, believed that Sonny had stolen from him. But he hadn't! Anzor had sent some of his men after him, but they tagged the wrong guy. Some poor local criminal who was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Wh

He then questions caressing my cheek after we pull back. "I want to know everything." I breathe with my lips still touching his. "Like really everything?" He sighs and repeats. "Everything..." He brushes his knuckles upon my cheek and I lean into his touch. "You know what I do. Like you just said. Yes, I am a gangster, Nicole. A bloody gangster." He chuckles humorlessly as he pulls his hand back and my face falls at the loss of contact with his skin. I see his eyes turning darker with a serious expression masking his face as he continues. "I work for a gang called Cobra, which is run by our leader Richard Scott. We have several chains over different parts of the states and even in European c

Finally, they reached the control room. And Daxton was waiting. He stood at the console, perfectly calm, suit pristine, fingers poised over the final trigger. “Ah,” he said smoothly. “Right on time.” Sonia lifted her gun. “Step away from the console.” Daxton didn’t move. “You won’t shoot me. Not when I’m the only one who can disarm her.” He nodded at Echo. Sonia hesitated. Her finger twitched. “I can give you the code,” Daxton said. “But it comes with a cost.”

she slurred while speaking then laughed happily "Vrr, Vrr, Vrrroooom, Oh Tazz I'm flying up in sky..vrrroooommmm," Tazz twitched his lips, drunk woman can't make out difference between driving and flying sounds “Vrroo...T..Tazz, lets not waste time talking anymore, I’m hot, take me and make me your’s tonight,” Sonia was beginning to feel heat course through her body suddenly ‘Oh Tazz, let’s go in please,” “Sure Sonia, I’ll completely appease you tonight,” He looked at Jake and gestured In no time the terrace became a crowded place, Sonia looked up with her droopy eyes, eight to ten huge, burly men stood next to their table, they had ugly scars and wound marks on their faces and bodies

Sonia's voice cracked as she sobbed, "I told you, I already paid my dues! What more do you want? Gabriel already warned—" A loud slap cut her off. The leader of the gang, who boasted a scar on his face, grabbed a fistful of Sonia's hair. "Yes, you paid your dues, but three of my boss' ribs are broken, courtesy of your boyfriend! Imagine what will happen to our street cred in the underworld if we don't do something about it! "You said he cares about you, right? Well, then, I'll take my time to torture you and carve you up!" From what I heard, these ruffians worked for low-level forces in the underworld and mostly dealt in illicit loans. No wonder they hadn't recognized me.