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

"Well, you're the gangster’s daughter, so I kind of expected it to be, you know..." "Actually, I don't," she replied cutting in. "Don't you think your excitement for a dangerous world like the gangsters is getting out of hand?" she asked. "There's no such thing as 'out of hand" I responded. “Seriously, You do know that Gangsters are criminals right?” She Suddenly asked, staring intensively at me. So you are admitting that you are the daughter of a criminal? I almost blurted out. "Really? Cool.” I replied with a repressed smile, "Oh, can I try them on?" I asked, pushing down her statement.

“ I've never heard of it, I'll talk to the doctor and see if it's expensive or if it's available in the state, because I'll tell you something, fucking with a condom is a bitch.” “ Look at the respect!” Layla arrived and heard the end of her friends' conversation. They both laughed and changed the subject. Cloe had been having more contact with Cannibal lately, their relationship was closer now that Milla and Gringo were together. Cannibal was a good friend, quieter than most of the others, but as focused and agile in decisions as Gringo and Sopapo. She loved, had come to love, every member of the gang, and they respected each other.

"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."

But to them, my silence was as good as a confession. "Nothing to say now, huh?" Antonio weighed the bottle in his hand, a cruel smirk spreading across his face. "Pretty soon, we're going to strip you down and see what tattoos you're hiding. The mafia loves their crosses and their saints. I bet you're no different." In less than ten minutes, the roar of motorcycles echoed from beyond the yard. The front door flew open with a kick, and five thugs with dyed hair and tattooed sleeves barged in. "Boss, where's the guy?"

“Five, I think.” I waited. He just looked back at me placidly. “Killian – ” I warned him. He sighed, resigned. “Me grandpop had a bunch of old 45s. You know, the little records? Bo Diddley, and Chuck Berry, and Muddy Waters. He was in a band back in the ‘60’s, back when the Stones were comin’ up, and back then they were all into the blues, so that’s what he had mostly. I used to sit in front of the record player and just listen to ‘em, over and over. I was obsessed. And so I asked for a guitar for my birthday. Didn’t get it. Said I was too little, hands wouldn’t fit right. And I basically said bollocks to that, and I nicked 20 quid from me mum’s pocketbook – it was payday, I remember that –

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!”

He believes that none of them would try to betray the gang. Something must’ve had happened. “You useless piece of trash! Where were you when something happened to the gang?!” ZAP! ZAP! “I didn’t hand over the gang to you to mess it up!” ZAP! “Do you know how many losses we’ve suffered?!” ZAP! ZAP! Blood splash towards the few members who stood close to the scene. Their legs tremble, but no one dared to make a sound. No one even dared to wipe the blood on their face.

He abruptly turned to his former best friend and decided to give him a piece of his mind. "You wanna talk? Fine." His face turned red with fury. "Fuck you!" He jabbed him in the chest with his long finger. Seven stumbled back but did not fall. "You stood there and watched when they killed my parents and burned down my home. You didn't do shit!" Tears brimmed his eyes. Tears of anger and frustration. "We were best friends. We were brothers!" He yelled. "Brothers don't betray each other. I hope you're enjoying your rich and wonderful life now. With your fancy car and fancy house, I hope you burn in hell. When you joined that gang, you turned your back on us. On me! One day you'll get back the

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

The four gangsters looked at each other as if something was planned, and he didn't make a mistake when they suddenly released katanas. But before they could steer the weapons, Zach's companion already shot them. They were using a silencer gun so the gunfire could not be heard. "Hah! You think you can handle me, huh? And you're going to rub my handsome face with your dirty hands?" The arrogant Zach said, even though they are still in a dangerous situation. Zach motioned to his companions and they slowly entered the Battle Underground. And he entered with a smile when he saw that the gangsters inside were startled when they saw them.