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

"You think I’m the bad guy here, blonde?" I didn’t bother responding. I was too hungry and frankly didn’t trust myself to say something that wouldn’t start another argument. "But seriously," Mason cut in, clearly annoyed, "Ivan’s been acting really weird lately. Dude walked in on me while I was taking a leak just to ask for a damn report about the thing we did." Chase snorted. "What thing?" I asked, eyeing Mason. He smirked. "We executed a drug dealer who was selling to high school kids on our turf." He even had the nerve to wink like he was telling a joke.

Tyrell’s voice crackled through the phone, low and menacing, like the growl of a predator circling its prey. I clenched the steering wheel tighter, my knuckles whitening in the grip. The weight of his words pressed down on me, a reminder of the stakes I was playing with. These Gang members weren’t the kind of people you play around with. They were the kind who made people disappear when they were disappointed. And right now, I was dangerously close to becoming one of those people.

They all had their jackets open, hands near guns, and expressions carved from years of vendetta. Crates stood there like broken teeth, jagged and hollow. A few still smoked faintly, like they’d picked up the habit from the men now circling them. Gangsters muscled around them in slick shoes, equipped with bulletproof egos. They stood around in the ash like altar boys at a cermon, but with worse manners and better trigger fingers.

Seven years later, I returned to Ros Aegeles and saw Lucas again. With the Lionel family’s help, he became the capo of Cosa, the Ros Aegeles branch of the Lenza Group. It was the biggest gang in Ameria. Lucas was at a grand villa that belonged to the Lenza Group’s capo. He stood at the center of the crowd with Chloe in his arms. Her flawless makeup and beautiful dress highlighted her beauty while Lucas enjoyed the admiration of his subordinates and fellow branch leaders.

Then he turned around and saw a dead Black Dragon gang member laying in a pool of blood with a bullet in his chest. Guss turned his head and gazed at his young master with a faint smile on his face. “Thank you, boss!" Guss shouted as he fired his target. “I got your back,” Gabriel replied. Fifteen minutes later, the ground was painted red with the blood of the black dragon gang members and a few of the White Tiger gang members. Gabriel let out a sigh as he brought his gun down. In that instant, Guss threw a knife towards him, and Gabriel dodge. Then he looked behind him and saw that the knife got stuck in the stomach of a dragon gang member that was in hiding.

What could be worse than this? Then the door flings open as some gangsters enter my room without warning, making my place their home. Who are these guys, and why are they so relaxed? Are they tied to Caleb’s disappearance? This realisation alone makes my skin crawl. “Are you mad? Pour me some champagne,” one of them orders. “And a drink too,” the other cheers on as he lights a stick of cigarettes. I go for the gun hidden under the table, but these guys are roughly six hefty gangsters. How fast could I be to take out all six of them with my shallow pistol?

"Boss, our recent gun shipment got sabotaged." "What?" I yelled, enraged. "Who was stupid enough to do something like that?" "I've already put my men on it, and we managed to catch one of the men who was responsible." Giovanni said. "He's a member of the Blood Crust gang." "Blood Crust?" I replied, confused. The Blood Crust gang was one of the biggest gangs in South LA. Why would they do something so reckless? Were they trying to trigger a war, or were they just trying to piss me off?

Together with Gio. We walked into the house and the first thing I saw was a dead body on the ground with a pool of blood around him. Fucking hell. I think he shit himself. 'Come on, be silent.' Gio whispered. I squeezed his hand in response, afraid someone would hear me when I would speak out loud. I heard screaming and triggers being pulled. I saw Lucas and Damien standing in the door and I let out a big sigh of relieve. 'Fucking hell, boys. You made me pee myself a little.'

He knew Billy was into Rose so there was no way he could let other gangsters take her away. “Punk, loud words you have there. You have no idea who I am.” The gangster glared at Gavin, trying to scare him off. Gavin narrowed his eyes and swung a slap at the gangster’s face. “I don’t care who the hell you are! Get out of my face!” Slap! The gangster was slapped. “You bastard! How dare you slap Brother Leath?!” The other gangsters clamored. Gavin rolled up his sleeves to reveal his muscles and said proudly, “I don’t care if he’s Heath Ledger or Leath Hedger. Do you know who my master is? Leave or I will break your bones!”

I laugh manically at him, "No fucking way, go rent yourself an assassin" But he doesn't understand, "Dahlia, this isn't up for debate, I need you to do this, you also know who the gang is" he trails off, and then he adds, "Hounds" and I don't have time to even think about the words that come out of my mouth, 'Marcus Fuckin Donally" Like every gang, they think they are going to be unstoppable. More like unstable.