Guitar Gangsters And Cadillac Blood の小説・ストーリー

Jordan pushed her aside and walked closer to Austin, looking at his face as he arrogantly sized him up. "And you know what I did brother? … I banged your wife so many times and damn! It felt good. Mh!! The only pathetic thing she did was moan your name when she spread her stinky legs for me!" Jordan spat, not realising that the brown eyes were now turning red from anger. The hand around the gun turned white. Right there and then he kicked Jordan ferociously…such that he broke the door and landed on the passageway. The gangster in him was unleashed… The maid gathered around when they heard something break. The sight before them was bloody and even bloodier when they saw Jordan fly above the s

(Bang Dae Jung) “Hey!..you corrupt son’s of fuckers!…get the hell out of this, place….this place is..…..”. (Goatee Gangster) “WHAT THE!!..…..”. (Bald Gangster)

My gun landed with a painful thud on the concrete. “Your friend’s too.” Ghost grumbled, scowling at me. He loved his Glock like it was his girlfriend. He’s like my cousin Hunter. They even had names for their babies. Ghost unwillingly tossed his gun down, eyes twitching with each thump it did against the stairs. “We’re coming out, okay? Please don’t shoot us.” Silence. I stepped forward, ready to sprint in case Alice went ballistic. She didn’t. She was too scared to do so.

TWENTY YEARS LATER The whole town was thrown into panic as the police vehicle chased after a Chevrolet Camaro ZL1. The news of the bank robbery was all over the town. Fear gripped everyone as they knew it could be no other gang than the " Ghost gang" who had struck again. "How many kilometers clear?" He asked as he drove the Chevrolet roughly along the road "20km boss! " A voice answered through the small device on his ears "Good! Now hack into the system and disconnect the CCTV, we're almost there, " he ordered

A damn Gangstar. "I had wanted you from day one, and I still want you" He said. His soft words sent cold shivers down my body, this Gray Carter! The gang star leader I hated!. I've never seen him soft to me or any body, but everything seems so dreamy to be real. He smiled making my heart beat faster. “Make love to me,” I whispered, kissing me softly. I felt my heart stopped. I didn't just said this right!? I fucking told him to make love to me, what if he's say no and then make me look like a whore? What am I thinking?

He sneered again. "Did you just talk back at me?" Enzo's voice sounded so steely. He mumbled more like an affliction. "Yeah, so what? The worst thing you're going to do is kill me. What else?" Santiago taunted furthermore. "Yeah, I thought of keeping you alive longer and torturing but...I guess your time is up." he voiced out angrily. Enzo suddenly stood up from his seat. He grabbed the gun and, with force, Santiago's head three times. His skull opened up, and blood started rushing down like a waterfall, making me scream. I instantly turned away. This isn't very pleasant. This isn't very nice.

The moment the door opened, everyone in the living room instinctively covered their noses and mouths. Even Mom, who was always so domineering, gagged at the smell. Dad froze in the doorway. He stood frozen in place like a statue. I followed his line of sight and saw myself curled up on the floor. Between the drugs and alcohol, combined with the summer heat, my body had swollen and turned black beyond recognition. The pool of dried blood at the corner of my mouth split my face in two. There was still something tightly wedged inside my fist.

"How did you come to his service?" Garrick looked out over the wild landscape, his jaw tightening as old memories surfaced. "I was a boy. Barely past my first shifting. A pack of rogue hunters—vampires who still hunted for sport before the integration—tracked my family’s den to the northern caves. They annihilated them. My parents, my siblings... all slaughtered in the dark. I was cornered, bleeding out, waiting for the final strike."

Romano's hand flew up to her mouth. "Oh my, w-what is that?" Antonio abruptly stood up and stomped one foot onto the chair. "That's a mark of the mafia. A friend of mine who used to be in the mafia told me only members who've spilled blood earn a scar like that." Spittle flying, he pointed at my nose and cursed, "Enzo Moretti, you'd better come clean—have you done time before? Did you get that scar in a mob fight?" I frowned and pulled my sleeve down to cover the scar.

You hate on me, you see how the last bitch did You think you seein' Cardi B, then bitch, you buggin' (Bitch, you buggin') I got more money than them niggas that you be fuckin', ugh I got champagne in the fridge, you know how I live (Live) My crib look like the mall, the mall look like the crib (Crib) I'm the reason bitches got deals for like the last few years You sound anything like Cardi B, bitch, sign right here…. Nini sang out loud driving the car roughly, the road was smooth so it was easier not until they drove into the roughest street ever….. Gutan men were smart too and they try to over take them… Nini kept on flying different pot hole and handling the car skillfully… one of the gang