Guitar Gangsters & Cadillac Blood Novels & Stories

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?

I bet he was wondering where all of it was coming from. "Who hurt you today?" he asked, ready to deal with whoever it was. I could tell him it was Lola and her mother, but they had entertained me instead. Although I did not appreciate the slap and I wished I could retaliate. I knew dragging the matter would not end well for me because they were a beta family, and they were Bloods. "You," I told him, and he frowned. Adam looked confused because he didn't believe he could hurt me, and that was sweet, but he had hurt me a bit by keeping the handover a secret from me.

"Do you have anything for pain?" Livia was still scared, any false move, that the gangster would shoot. She got up very slowly and took a few steps towards the tall man.

You know you are one of ma paradise, shawty," he said, kissing my knuckles again. "One of?" "A lot of things make a gangster's paradise, baby. Money, guns, power, and his beautiful queen, which is you, baby." He said, kissing my knuckles again. My heart fluttered again. "I can't get the sex outta my head," he said. Me neither. "That the...." He coughed, making me furrow my brows. "What's wrong?" "Nothing. I think I got a little cold but I'll be fine. Nothing a smoke or two can't solve," he said, winking.

"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.

Sold To A Gang Leader [He owns her] . . . (Red) Writer's POV *Mexico* Dilly opened the door of his car and held it so that Bryan and Suzan could get it, they got into the car then he closed the door. He turned then got into the driver's side. He doesn't want a driver driving them, he wanted it to just be only the three of them. He started the vehicle and drove all the way to a very expensive restaurant. He could occasionally stare through the mirror to see Suzan and Bryan at the back sit chatting.

So, he sneered and said, “That’s simple. If you want us to let you go, leave your guitar and money behind.” The Oskian girl bit her lip and hesitated for a moment before she shed some tears and said, “Okay… I will give you the guitar and money…” Another violent gangster immediately reached out his hands and grabbed all the money in the guitar case before putting all the money into his pocket. After that, he winked at the other young men and said, “Brothers, we already have our source of funds for the night now! We can go to a bar and have a good time there!”

There was no knowing how many rounds, bang, bang, and when the pistol stopped designing, Li Jie, hiding in another window, saw all four of them changing their magazines. Li Jie felt a toothache, these gangsters are too unprofessional, even one breath four people all shot out the bullets. After all, it's only the small gangs that deal in hashish, and the really big gangs do the big business of Kal Caine. How many elites can a small gang have? African-American gangs, in particular, pick up guns and never aim

GUNS AND ROSES CHAPTER ONE MARIA PAUL'S POV .......................................................................................... It was a day to my freedom to run,to crawl or to swim but at most i must move and never slow down. With my poor heart beating profusely, mind racing as i went through the thousand different things that could possibly go wrong tonight. My body ached and my hands shew, the whip marks printed on my skin. I had to do this to save myself. My hands shook with trepidation as i quickly threw clothes into the largest bag i could find, thought after thought occupying my mind . I had to get out of here that was all that mattered.

“It’s cold in here.” “Where’s your roommate?” he asked her just before the audience erupted and the curtain rose. Below them, rows and rows of musicians poised for a half-breath before launching into a piece he was sure he had heard before. “Red hair,” Lilith answered, her lips on his ear to be heard over the music. All it took was that soft skin brushing him, and already Enzo was in possession of a cock that was half-hard and dangerous. “Violin.”