Gto Novels & Stories

And on Friday morning, another order for room service had been placed as early as 6:30, only for the waitress to meet no response from Frank's chamber but a sinisterly open door that afforded her the view of senator Frank's corpse in lying around in a pool of blood and his lady guest stripped stark naked, beaten to pulp, and tied to the bed frame. Coincidentally--perhaps not so--it was the second case of murder of top dogs in the city within the space of a week, and in a similar pattern at that. The first murder had struck earlier in the week when Henry West-gate, a famous tycoon in the city was set up for a car accident in his Jeep. It had been discovered that the middle-aged business tycoo

Janette nodded her head and said; “I know right, this was exactly my reaction the first time I saw it too.” “Oh my cheese, do ya have any idea how much this cars cost? These three cars are the ten top cars in the world.” He pointed to the hennessey venom GT and said. “This one has a speed of 435.31 kmh/270.8 mph 2.4 seconds, f**k it my dream car.” He said dreamily; Janette barely heard anything he said. Her gazed lingered on Jackson Davidson. One of the bodyguards opened the door for him and he gracefully climbed down. He looked at his surrounding for a moment before making his way to the restaurant.

But for how long? "NO!" I screamed into the phone. I had hoped that they would go into the safe themselves. I didn't expect them to drag Haley in after them. The code I'd given her was a code that was designed to lock down the safe under the assumption of a forced entry. Immediately all the air would be sucked from the room, knocking out anyone that didn't belong. It was a safety measure that Zane and I had added as we grew leary of our technology getting into the wrong hands. Our products were designed for good, but that didn't stop people from wanting them for their own sick and twisted ideas. Such as the Cobras. Just like Haley, I knew what had been going on with them, but little did I ex

I said to him teasingly, I could see the look in his eyes telling me I was playing with fire, but getting burnt by such a Greek god didn't seem like a problem to me. I gave him his goodbye kiss, but not just that as I took my hands slowly down his members as I teasingly robbed on it before breaking the kiss and pushing him away from me then I quickly opened my car door and got in, closing it quickly, he tried to open it but I already had my car on gear, driving away, I laughed at his situation.

But Hector would not settle for an answer that would make him like an afraid idiot mackerel who would scuffle his way inside a can; he also has his own alas! "Not a problem of course. I was just wondering if you are not afraid to scratch or crash that expensive car of yours. By the way, I will be using my BMW Z4 M40i Roadstar." Atty. Hector laughed out loud when Atty. Garette cursed with his breath hissing like a mad whirlpool. Atty. Greg shook his head smirking. "Alright then, my baby Nissan 370Z Nismo will hug my goddam ass while flying, letting you all breath my belches."

They had little, so both their items occupied the one suitcase. They chit-chatted all the way over to where Thomas told them he was waiting. “Ah, there he is,” Maxwell announced to Glenda, her head tilted to the direction of the 1963, Ferrari 250 GTO. They walked up to Thomas. “Good to see you again, Thomas,” Maxwell shook his hand. “Wow, this car is amazing,” Maxwell beamed. The blue paintwork was extraordinary, and the gold rims and door handles gave the car a hypnotizing finish.

They were now closer than ever just not the way Leo expect things to be. Capri did not dive into her situation; that she’d got a mortgage with Taurus and that she would use it to purchase her house as it was impossible to get it on her own at this time. the plan was actually for them to move in together. As if that was a good idea. After that idea crumbled she used the file anyways allowing him to use her garage for his business. After all he was still her friend despite all the bullshit, he was someone she could talk to about anything.

The fire of his anger still burned brightly within him, and it would not be extinguished until he had dealt with the threat that Ace posed. A sleek black car was waiting for him at the curb, and the driver immediately stepped out to open the door for him. Richard slid into the backseat, the leather cool against his skin. The door closed with a quiet thud, sealing him inside the luxurious cocoon. The car pulled away from the hospital, merging seamlessly into the flow of traffic.

“I am so sorry for this.. Mrs smith...please wait right here" Mrs Smith forced a smile and nodded. "I appreciate your understanding". Angela said softly and walked out of the room angrily,Kerry hesitated but followed her. Just then a convoy of 4 Ferrari 250 GTO drove towards them. "Holy shit! these babies are real,so sick!" Jace exclaimed. He was quick to recognize the car and it's worth. "Who could that be?"

“Do you own a 1960 Ferrari GTO?” The question left me confused. “What?... Yes, I do. What does that have to do with…” Oh no. He told me they found tire tracks of that car in the warehouse. Fuck. I'm screwed. “I own a classic GTO, but I haven't driven it in a while.” “Are you sure?” “Yes!” “Well, Chris told me you both share the same car.” “What?” “Am I speaking Spanish, Mr. Mallory?” “Cut the crap, Matthew! What sort of questions are you asking me?”