Johnny Orlando Bulge Novels & Stories

BANG! The bullets went through their heads, their brains spread across the back wall of the dungeon, their blood pooled around all three dead bodies. We walked out. Orlando looked at me. “I have a proposal for you. I want you to work alongside us. You’ve proven to us that you are loyal and trustworthy and you put your family and friends first. It would be an honour to have you working alongside us and I’m not about the gym, I mean our other businesses think about it.” “I will.”

Except for him, no one can bully her and have fun with her. The sharp jawline became sharper as he clenched his jaw. Cold eyes turned fury looking at the boy who dare to open his gutter mouth. Veins pop up from his skin showing their blue-green streams over the skin as he clenches his fist. Invisible steams comes out from his nostril and ears as with his every exhale. His handsome Greek God-like face turned devilish with an ugly frown over his forehead.

Theo turned up the volume. The faint face due to the position not fully captured by the camera was enough to convince Theo that the man was Mr. Alejandro. The bargaining went on for a few minutes. Orlando seemed to refuse Mr. Alejandro's request several times, which Theo couldn't hear. The mafia leader let out a small hiss. The unsurprising moment came when a gun was raised high right in the middle of Orlando's forehead. [My daughter is in great danger. All because of your sanctimonious attitude!]

I called when there was a familiar knock pattern on the door. “Boss, please. It was the devil; I won’t do it again." Bernado eyes widened in terror when Orlando stepped into the room. Orlando’s presence meant a painful as fuck death, and he knew it. Orlando removed his jacket, placed it on the table, and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. “I warned you personally when you were employed about stealing, didn’t I?” Orlando questioned just as he pulled his knife from his pocket. He always carried that pocket knife everywhere.