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

The last three names were guitarists for Megadeth. However, Santos was idealistic with resistance. As far as I knew, Santos was indeed a former activist or still is. Rage Against the Machine was his favorite band. He had the same age as Cole and Big K. Santos was a simple person, knowledgeable, and helpful. Daily, this single person had the status of an honorary employee at the Goobank District office. Beyond that, he was a guitar tutor. Now, we are focused on practice. Because, as Brother Gunn said earlier, we would be the opening band for the main guest star band at Soundrenaline this coming weekend.

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

Sometimes we love the ones that don't deserve our love at all. The Nepharious Gangster's Lethal Love - the painful saga of love and hurt.

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.

A gun was drawn. "Don't tell me you're going to..." The Wolf Gang man smiled meaningfully. "I'm sure you understand. Well, you're right. We can't kill you because we need you alive, but that doesn't mean we can't kill the others, right?" Angie widened her eyes. "What the fuck? What do you mean, huh?" The gun was pressed against the nightclub manager's temple. The safety was released. Angie cringed as she saw the Wolf Gang man's fingers ready to pull the trigger. One small movement and the bullet in the gun would instantly blow a hole through the nightclub manager's head.

" IF YOU ARE THINKING OF HANDING ME TO THE AUTHORITIES , I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN ,AND MAKE YOU WATCH AS I KILL THOSE YOU LOVE " " We are not a good fan of cops,since we are smugglers . The band is the best disguise . Of course we play ... Fuck the smell is horrible " " I HOPE YOU ARE NOT LYING ..." " we wouldn't dare lie to you " " GOOD ... NOW DRIVE " commanding and walked passed them to take a seat . The drive started the engine and moved . His mates never went back to their seats . " This is so crazy, she is so young but cold as hell " the drummer whispered