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He asked, laughing before he turned to look at his men who were all armed and glaring at us. “I want them all dead, except for the woman. She is not to be harmed” he said, looking at Aurora “you are going to regret siding with the wrong man, Aurora; but then again, you were never wise in choosing those who surrounded you. Anyhow, I’ll know how to fix you once I’ve gotten you” “Fuck you, Giovanni D’Angelo” she said, glaring at him. “I apologize, but I don’t fuck cheap filth” he said, turning to the men “get things done”

Itsuki said, which made Marcus frown in confusion. “Angel with devil horns? Why?” he asked. “The girls in our troops are called Angels. But since she’s the coldest and ruthless among them, they called her Angel with devil horns.” Mariko rolled her eyes as she put the weapons they had used earlier from the training back on its shelves.

If he was fighting Jason on the training field, then he was back at the university, and that meant he had all the time in the world to drop her a quick text and let him know he was back in Silverdale. Anger caused Angel's nostrils to flare as she swiveled on her heels and began to charge after the crowd that was growing by the minute. They were all pushing and shoving, obviously desperate to get out onto the field to witness two apex predators at each other's throats. Angel didn't even stop to think why they would be tearing each other apart. She didn't stop to wonder whether it was merely training or whether maybe they'd had some kind of argument. All she could think about was the fact that

“It took me a while to figure it out but it was worth every dollar I spent and I believe I have paid my dues and earned the right to keep this territory and the supply chain as well.” Angelo belonged to a group that experienced an internal war in Chicago, he and a few of his buddies had come down here a few months ago and they brought chaos into Los Angeles. I heard of them while I was working for my father but they were regarded as little fishes in the big pond but they have grown into something bigger.

Contract to Angelo, I had no notion of his game. I sat down near Gladimir, by then, the game was over already, and surprisingly Angelo had won. Omg, how come? Where did he learn how to play? I was dumbfounded but happy for him at the same time. Angelo was just 30 million dollars richer. Everywhere was silent, they were all shocked. No one had ever won Gladmir, so seeing someone defeating him came as a big shock to all of them.

Cam shouted at Angelo. “Oh do not flatter yourself by thinking that I am in any way here for you,” Angelo began to say, his ego was getting the best of him and he just wanted to have the last say. “I am here because I want to assist my brother in getting his mate. Once we get that done, you will not catch me in such a place. What? Did you think that I was here because of you? We decided to reject each other, right? Official or not. Did we not?!” he growled at her.

He yelled. "I got it "Bluey yelled raising the bag of money up. Angelo raised his face to stare at Bluey. The guy used it as an opportunity and tried to hit him. Bluey saw that and shot him. Actually, she blew off his head "let's get out of here"Angelo said suddenly and grab Bluey's hand. They started hearing gunshot as they ran. They managed to get outside and Angelo climbed his motorcycle. Bluey entered too "hold onto me tight "He said. Bluey did and he drove out roughly.

“What's that?” He asked Angela. “What's what?” Angela replied with a tight frown. “That Asian bitch just signalled you”. “I don't see any signal”. Angela snarled. “And can you be respectful,he is an icon like you”she added. “He is gay”. Antonio said unapologetically.

This time, a fat guy with a bushwhacker mustache who was hugging a boy about fourteen years old spoke to him. “You are the boss of the patio bonito cartel. It seems to me that you had already seen him, I remember at a party that a model slapped him for being so abusive. I don't know how he didn't see that coming. In the same way, he should know that even though we are surrounded, my men and I will not give up.” Angelo pulls out his pistol, shoots, and throws a grenade he had in his pocket. His men took out their rifles, activating them, As they surrounded them, Angelo ordered his men,

Saint gave a two-finger salute and nodded at me, while Angelo looked at me with such loving eyes. “I’ve thought of you in a wedding dress before. The only difference is, I’m not the man waiting at the altar,” he softly said. I closed my eyes, stopping myself from getting emotional. Angelo had fully recovered a month before my wedding. We had another private talk and it was healthy and good. We wished each other the best and continued loving each other in a different and friendly way. “Stop it,” Saint said from the carriage. Angelo laughed and gave a two-finger salute as he opened the carriage door for me.