Guitar Gangsters & Cadillac Blood Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

Iker ran a hand through his hair, visibly frustrated. "What makes you believe in his protection after his own men almost killed you?" Lizzy hugged herself, and her voice cracked. "The contract..." "Lizzy, do you really think Greed will keep his end of the deal? You must remember that he's a gangster, and not just any gangster, but the leader of the most powerful mafia in New York. Trusting him wholeheartedly, based solely on a contract that he could break at any moment, is complete madness." And she knew it. It was complete madness to trust someone so dangerous. But even if he broke his word, she wouldn't break hers to protect herself and her child.

Daniel suspected that his father had seen so much loss in his life that he couldn’t watch anymore of his family die due to gang violence. This was when Peaches chimed in and said that the Taddeos never wanted a truce with the Moltons, they were only pretending to do so. Their ultimate goal was to be the strongest and most powerful gang in all of Detroit, and they almost had their wish. All they had to do was take down the Moltons for good and take control of the entire city. The Taddeos had been slowly and silently growing their numbers and bank account thanks to illegal activities. Over the past thirty years, they gained control of more than half of the cops in the city. Thanks to this, the

"That's right. That's exactly what he said. No one wants to mess with the European cartel, and Rodrigo was one of them. If we don't clean this mess up nicely, it's over for us." He shakes his head and pours himself a drink. "We should've dealt with them a long time ago. What are we waiting for, in any case? Let's advance. Let's send these teenagers all the way to fucking hell. Do you know how this has tainted our reputation? They're a bunch of prepubescent dicks giving us a hard time. If we can't deal with kids, how are we expected to deal with real motherfuckers?" "I've already talked to Gary—"

If Rayna wanted to flirt, she could, but I wouldn’t be hiding behind him this time. Hunter’s Range Rover purred beneath us as we sped down the quiet road, the city blurring past. He didn’t talk much during the drive, his hands gripping the wheel tightly, his jaw set. As we pulled into the compound, the air around us seemed to shift. The gang’s headquarters was housed in a converted warehouse dark glass, steel walls, and rows of matte-black motorcycles and high-end cars lining the lot. Armed men stood at the gates, giving curt nods as Hunter passed.

Inside sat a bottle of his antibiotics and half a bottle of high-proof liquor he had not finished. I grabbed the pill bottle and dumped everything into my mouth. The pills scraped down my throat until my eyes rolled back in my head. I snatched up the liquor and tilted my head back, forcing it down. The burning in my stomach exploded instantly. The pain made me curl into a tight ball on the floor. Through the haze, I heard Dad's voice on the phone outside. "How is Layla doing?" Mom picked up. "Your daughter is perfectly fine! She's in her room throwing a fit!"

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.

My fingers tighten around the phone as I stare at her message, trying to make sense of it. She’s scared. Or maybe ashamed. Maybe both. She shouldn't be, not after the nights we've spent together. So that’s it? - Liam I type, my frustration seeping through. You don’t want to be seen with me because of what I do?” - Liam Her response is instant this time. I don’t hang out with boys like you, Liam. I don’t get involved with... gangsters. -Liam The word stings more than I care to admit. Gangster. I know what I am, I’m not naive about it, but hearing it from her? That’s different.

Caused by the incident between the group of red masked men—gangsters, minions of Mafias, Mr. Hunderson, Vince, Clyde, Everleigh, and Raven were brought to hospital. Vince and Clyde both had minor injury on their head. Raven, aside from his gunshot wounds on his leg and shoulder, he got wounds on his arms and back when he protected Everleigh. They are both in not a good place inside the car, not to mention they don't have seatbelts. Raven's body was bumped around inside the car just to protect Everleigh.

CHAPTER 1: ROCK STAR COCK JUNO’S POV June 12th Dear Diary, I swore I was done with musicians after Jake, that emotionally volatile guitarist who ghosted me mid-tour for a groupie with a trust fund and daddy issues. I promised myself no more late-night jam sessions that dissolved into even later-night entanglements, no more lyrics whispered against my skin, no more calloused fingers that knew exactly how to pluck strings and pull orgasms from my body in the same breath.