Gersang 소설 & 이야기

"Not exactly. But we need to visit Mumbai soon to discuss a few matters with the other gangs. One information I have got just now. Those three men were supposed to leave India after this attack." "Where were they supposed to go?" "Surely not heaven. Indonesia." Randhir chuckled. "Now I am getting the dots to join. The shipment was paid by an account of Indonesia. Shaurya is now untraceable. Three of our attackers have died." I told every point to Randhir. "Did that bastard involve Indonesian Mafia? Bloody hell." "Yes. Now we have a strong enemy here. We need to deal with it soon." "Don't worry bhai. We have bhabisa in our team now." Randhir was way too excited after seeing Myra's stances.

I entered inside the small office to see a lady sitting at the front desk named Sherry. "May I help you?' She aked politely. "Um yes, I m here to answer the ad for the housekeeping position?" I said trying to sound confident. "Ah yes, let me get Mr. Baxter in here." After she called him, Mr. Baxter came out he was a big man, wit ha big belly and a smoker's breath. He looked tired, his eyes red and watery, his hair and mustache all greasy like. He reeked of sweat and cigarette and I couldn't stand the smell of him. However, I was here to get hired for a job that I desperately needed, so I ignored it and followed him into his office which was also smelled like a disgusting barn. "You are here

My light brown eyes don’t look the same and the bruise near my lower lip is making me look like a small girl being punched by a giant’s fist. My huge baggy gray shirt is hanged down my left shoulder exposing my visible collar bone. The rain is making me feel a lot sadder, lamenting over myself for having such a misfortune. And that’s to be born to this family with such an abusive father who can’t love me.

Waiters in crisp white shirts immediately began moving around the room, pouring vintage red wine into crystal glasses The meeting began with business. They spoke about shipping routes, new ports they had secured, and “special cargo” that needed careful handling. I listened carefully, my stomach twisting as they casually discussed weapons, drugs, and money laundering like it was normal office talk. No one paid much attention to me, which was fine.

Slim I leaned against my car in the parking lot, waiting for the familiar sound of the bell to signal the end of the school day. Feeling restless, I absentmindedly touched the cut on my cheek, then reached for the cigarette I had tucked behind my ear. I lit it up and took a deep drag, letting the smoke fill my lungs before exhaling slowly. As the bell rang, I dropped the cigarette on the ground and extinguished it with my shoe. The doors swung open, and students spilled out, eager to escape the building. People approached me, much to my displeasure. Being popular seemed to make sense to others, but it held no appeal for me. I disliked social interactions of any kind, but I tolerated them.

My heart feels heavy with this knowledge. “C’mon, the sooner we get through the crowds the sooner we can go get some food before one of us gets hangry” Peter says putting an arm around my shoulder and walking me out of the room. Something I didn’t know was a genetic trait until recently was hanger. Not one of the four of us was nice to be around when we were hungry and apparently the same could be said of our father. As we start towards the car there is a throng of people trying to ask us questions, shouting at us and jostling us.

“Don't look him in the eye, if you do, you're willingly signing a death sentence” I could hear the whispers of persons around. Gina and I were next in line to be checked through the list. Like I said, Club Erebus, due to the shady business that went on within it's walls, they made sure to properly scrutinize and check for moles who'd guise at times to be Made men of families. “Your reputation precedes you Fabri” Gina muttered beneath her breath, but loud enough to my hearing. “Oh please, it old news” I chuckled.

Group hug it is. Finally !

“ Ok, I’m ready, “ I say to an empty porch. I got dressed in my usual jeans and a flannel. It was my casual and fancy wear. “ Over here, “ he calls. I walk out and look around a bit. All I see are beautiful evergreen trees and a few cherry trees, bushes, and tall green grass. We didn’t bother to cut the grass since we owned such a big plot of land. He appears beside me in my peripheral vision smoking a cigarette. I glare at him again. “ What, it’s not like I’ll die of lung cancer, “ he said pulling the cig out of his mouth. He took a big inhale of it and exhaled it out of his nostrils “There are children here. They don’t need to get a bad idea of doing that, “ Argue. “ Well, it’s not like th

I need to know where my sister is, she doesn't speak English and is talking quickly in Spanish. I slap her on the face hard making her shut up. "Arya? Where is ARYA?" I ask her having enough of her babbling. She points with a trembling finger toward the basement, the door is locked. When I asked her about the key she started babbling again giving me a headache. I took a sedative injection from my man and stuck it in her arm making her scream before she falls down on the floor. "Finally quite" I mumble turning back to the door. It's metal, no amount of kicking will get it to open without a key. I call ghost, he got more than one skill, and opening closed-door virtual and real ones are one of