La Brava X Gentle Criminal Novels & Stories

Matteo stayed at his side, their movements synced from years of working together. Behind them, Adrian advanced with his men. Unlike Nathan, Adrian never wasted bullets. Every shot he took met the target. Luca, crouched near a shipping crate, called out, “These bastards aren’t Morenos!” Nathan had already figured that out. The Morenos were sloppy, hot-headed. These men were too disciplined, too calculated. And that could only mean one thing. “The Bratva,”as they suggested early. Nathan said grimly. A sharp whistle rang through the air, a signal.

a woman shouted making me closed my eyes to avoid any more embarrassment. "Look how weak he is, I think he's hungry, why can't you at allow him to eat" a sweet feminine voice said to me me still lieing down, I manage to open my eyes only to meet the apor of beautiful browm eyes staring directly at me. I felt an unknown emotions surging in, making me feel venerable.

Lissa shuddered as she realized she had become very aroused just thinking about it, ‘Dear God, if thinking does this to me, I’m a lost cause, I wonder what else he will do with me? She knew he enjoyed some of the BDSM scenes, he had been open and honest about it but he had also made it clear he would never take it further than she felt comfortable with, and he would never deliberately cause her any pain. She smiled secretively to herself, he did not place spanking in the 'pain' category, and neither did she, she would never admit it to anyone but when he spanked her it was a huge turn-on for her, she would let him do it to her every day but that was not a good thing. Lissa did not see much o

Elle réfléchit et elle a l'air d'accepter ce que je dis. Bri : C'est un agent de police. Il était en mission sous couverture pour coffrer mon père… il s'est servi de moi pour atteindre mon père. Je n'en reviens pas d'une telle déclaration. Je m'attendais à tout sauf à ça. Bri : Il ne s'appelle pas Marco. Son prénom est Nicholas. Je me retiens pour ne pas jurer. Je suis tout autant choquée. Moi : Chérie, le mal est fait. Tu ne peux pas pleurer pour quelqu'un qui s'est autant mal comporté avec toi.

💎 SWEETHEARTS IN CRIME🎩 (He's A Dangerous Mafia🔞_She's A Slût👠) Chapter 37 "Ma'am are you okay? You've been quite since you came back" Alden said slowly as Lavina started the car engine. Lavina never replied, instead she exhaled in anger. Her veins were already popping out dangerously Her eyes were bloodshot red, not because of anger but... She's trying to hold back her tear

He growled, his body rigid from the tension. "Yes, Alpha." Brady made his way down to the common area of the pack house where he found Luna Jaden and her Alpha mate together in a heated argument. Their words ceased as they watched him walk closer. Her mate, Alpha Williams, glared at him with a pair of intense hazel eyes. His greying brown hair was slicked back, showing a large scar across his forehead that resembled claw marks. "What can I do for you sweetie?" She gave him a friendly smile.

I guess in my mind, I thought it'd be better to die without knowing what my killers look like. "Look at her," the Capo says mockingly. My curiosity gets the best of me, and I peel my eyes open. Recognition hits harder than the cold. I'm indeed in a warehouse, and prior to my initial thought, it's dimly lit, not dark. That's only how I recognize this well-groomed salt and pepper hair and beards, with cold eyes that seem to be staring deep into my soul. Salvatore Desanti.

"Don't try to sweet-talk me into letting go of what you did." "Why would I try to sweet talk you?" Trevor snorts. I am about to reply to him when I hear the repressed chuckles of Celeste. She is amused by my annoyance apparently. "Why are you laughing?" I cross my arms. "Just admiring the bromance," she shrugs. "The three of you in one frame look fantastic actually."

Zane stared at me with his dark eyes which waa emotionless and cruel. I didn't want to die not yet. I didn't want to so I have to try and stay alive. I have to do everything in me I scratched at his face and he threw me on the marble tile and I used my head to hit the tile. I shrieked as I felt the sharp pain followed by blood trickling down my head. I felt like I was being stabbed as the pain ran through my soul and I cried out in pain as blood trickled down my head.

"But I am unsurprised with your assessment of me." "See? You even talk fancy." I rolled my eyes and she smiled wider. "But these men from last night," I asked, focusing my curiosity on the present. "And the ones still here." She nodded. "What about them?" "Are they really criminals?" I asked. "Yeah. Don't quote me, but the Russians are from one of those Bratvas. The others are from an Italian Mob family." She shrugged. "But hey, it's nothing scary. Mind your business, don't ask too many questions, and just treat the patients."