Guitar Gangsters And Cadillac Blood Novels & Stories

Jessica gasped as she took in the guitar the sales guy at the shop in downtown Nashville had brought out for them to view. It looked just like it had on the internet. She'd been worried that it wouldn't, because of Photoshop and clever lighting, but it truly did. As soon as she'd seen it on the website, she'd known this was Jagger's guitar. The price tag had made her think twice about it, but they were better off financially than they ever had been. Neither one of them had made any extravagant purchases; most of the money they made went back into her car, his bike, or the house.

Vincent The rumble of our bikes cuts through the evening air as we pull into the gravel lot of The Rusty Nail, one of the local bars on our payroll. Some of our eyes out on the streets informed us that a couple cronies from Dos Banditos, our rival gang, has been snooping around our bar, trying to start shit. My boots crunch on loose stones as I dismount, scanning the weathered building. Music and shouting spill from the open windows. "Three bikes out back match the description," Miles says, adjusting his kutte. "Green and black paint jobs."

By the time they realized what had happened, the gangsters were all slumped on the ground, clutching their wounds in agony as they spat out mouthfuls of blood. Some of the gangsters had crashed into the various pieces of furniture—the partition, the tables, chairs, and wine fridge—in the room, toppling them over or smashing them in half entirely! Within a few minutes, the entire room had been flipped upside down, with bodies strewn all over the place and blood pooling on the floors. The metallic taste of blood hung in the air as though this room had been turned into a slaughterhouse. The only people who were left standing were Liam, Yousef, Rebecca, and Celena, whose eyes were still clamped

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.

He abruptly turned to his former best friend and decided to give him a piece of his mind. "You wanna talk? Fine." His face turned red with fury. "Fuck you!" He jabbed him in the chest with his long finger. Seven stumbled back but did not fall. "You stood there and watched when they killed my parents and burned down my home. You didn't do shit!" Tears brimmed his eyes. Tears of anger and frustration. "We were best friends. We were brothers!" He yelled. "Brothers don't betray each other. I hope you're enjoying your rich and wonderful life now. With your fancy car and fancy house, I hope you burn in hell. When you joined that gang, you turned your back on us. On me! One day you'll get back the

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“You’re talking about making a public statement. That’ll escalate this to a full-scale war.” Dante’s gaze was like steel. “It already is.” Blood on the Streets The club was packed when Dante and his men arrived, the music pulsing like a heartbeat beneath the flashing lights. Dante walked in first, dressed in black, his presence sending a ripple of unease through the room. He didn’t bother with warnings. The first gunshot silenced the music. Then all hell broke loose. His men moved with precision, taking out Nico’s guards before they could even reach for their weapons. Blood splattered against the walls, screams cutting through the air as Dante made his way toward the VIP section.

Kalix stands his ground, his expression unreadable, a mask of calm determination veiling any hint of fear or surprise. Sean, witnessing the unfolding scene with a mix of shock and dread, feels his heart pounding in his chest. The gravity of the situation weighs heavily on him as he prepares himself for the worst, his instincts urging him to act swiftly to protect Kalix. In a sudden and shocking turn of events, Paul brings the hockey stick down with a resounding crash, shattering the headlights of the expensive Cadillac Escalade. The sound of breaking glass reverberates through the night, a sharp echo that cuts through the tension like a knife. Kalix closes his eyes for a fleeting moment, the

He was shaking his head and had a solemn expression on his face. "A sign?". Adrian asked. "FF. That's the sign, just FF with nothing more and it's always written with the blood of the victim". Mr Cassio answered. " Fuck". Lucas cussed as he finally reached for the table in their middle to pick and lighter. He lit his cigarette and took a long drag, puffing out the smoke before he spoke again. "They are pushing their luck. It's not the first time a gang is trying to overtake us but they never made it. They are bound to make one mistake or the other that would give them away sooner or later".

Ace POV. Ghost did a wonderful job finding my baby sister, took him a full seven hours to find her. She's being kept in a house owned by Damien Garcia, a well-known drug dealer. I know him personally, we did some job together before although it didn't end well for him. I could try and call demand that he hand me my sister, but knowing she's blood related to me would probably put her in more danger. So I did what my temper told me to do, the reason I became the family leader is that I'm not someone to be messed with. I did the only logical option, in my eyes anyway, I did a full-on raid on his house.