Guitar Gangsters & Cadillac Blood Novels & Stories

As one of them moved to stab Shayan, a firm grip stopped him. All eyes turned to see RV standing in the doorway with a murderous glare, holding the goon's hand tightly. Shayan's lips curled into a smirk at the sight of his friends arriving with equal determination. The combined force of the "Great Black Tigers" quickly subdued the goons, leaving them unconscious on the floor.

in’…I can't live a normal life, I was raised by the street…So I gotta be down with the hood team…Too much television watchin' got me chasin' dreams…I'm a educated fool with money on my mind…Got my ten in my hand and a gleam in my eye…I'm a loc'd out gangsta, set trippin' banger…And my homies is down so don't arouse my anger…Fool, death ain't nothin' but a heart beat away…I'm livin' life do or die, what can I say?…I'm 23 now, but will I live to see 24?…The way things is goin', I don't know…Tell me why are we so blind to see…That the ones we hurt are you and me?…Been spendin' most their lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise…Been spendin' most their lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise…Keep

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.

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

“ We had a deal, old man. We handed you the guy, now where‟s our money?” At the time when this was happening, the overturned Cadillac was filling with smoke. The driver suffocated to death beneath the heat and smoke. The car wasn't safe as distance had suggested and when it exploded in fury, a noxious cloud of smoke swept the area and clogged the air. Even the snipers on top couldn't see what was happening down in the smoke. The chaplain pulled the gun on both the Gringo brothers. The gunshots triggered chaos. Everyone was now shooting whatever thing touched him first. The chaplain never intended on holding his end of the bargain. The Gringo brothers were not to be trusted. And now they were

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.

he added. "Who said I won't come?" I smirked. "Yown!! The troop is complete again." they said at the same time then they high 5ed. "No one to leave! Co. Founder." they said and they shook hands with me. The hand of Gangs. "Of course, we're brothers." I added. "Brother, before the rope is broken, don't blame or come clean, this whole scandal is just a misunderstanding is-------." the boys sang. Really crazy people. That's a song by 187mobstaz. I was suddenly terrified. Are they abnormal? Jejedays.

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?

He reached twenty-seven and still did not get the diploma. He is the lead guitarist and lead singer of the band ‘THE FALLEN ANGELS’. Ms. Capa was the one who named this band. The three boys are not only famous at school, but also in other places. He was mistaken for a Gangster look because of the tattoos surrounding both his arms.