Leon Fast And Furious Novels & Stories

I added, "He should have a good personality, be emotionally stable and responsible… Oh, and no bad habits! He should be ambitious and career-driven." With every sentence I said, he stood a little straighter. By the end, his eyes had completely lit up. He tentatively reached out and took my hand. "Actually, I—" Before he could finish, a loud crash rang out! I jumped in shock. A red Ferrari had slammed straight into the rear of Calvin's Bentley Continental GT. Through the glass, I saw Leon sitting inside the Ferrari with furious eyes. He slammed the door and got out. His gaze was icy yet blazing with rage at the same time.

However, Leon didn’t give him a chance to say another word before he launched at him, his fists landing on his face. The fight had begun. In one swift motion, the room erupted into chaos. One of Justin’s men moved to grab his gun, but Leon was faster. With a brutal efficiency, he slammed the man to the ground, disarming him with a sickening crack. The second man charged at him, but Leon was already a step ahead, landing a devastating punch that sent him crashing into the camera equipment.

As my boys and I stepped out, about six expensive black SUVs screeched to a violent stop in front of us. It was my homie, Diego, and my boys. I said to them, voice cool like stone: “Easy, fellas. My hood ain't no spot for one of the damn scenes in Fast and Furious.” They alighted like trained soldiers from the cars. Bows. Greetings. Hugs. Handshakes. The very first car among them was occupied by the third man of my right-hand homies, Diego. He was more like the mobilizer of men and ammunition.

Jesus Christ. Leon moves like violence belongs to him. There’s no hesitation in him. No uncertainty. He doesn’t posture or shout or waste time trying to look intimidating because he already is. One second the guy is cursing at him, and the next Leon slams him face-first into the side of the SUV hard enough to dent metal.

I felt not terrified. Leo drove and gazed at me. "Are you really capable of this? I turned to meet his look. "Ask me that once more; I'll shoot you first." He let out a quiet laugh. That's my daughter. Heat surged through me at his remarks, but I pushed it down. There was nowhere to allow distractions. Nikolai bent forward from the rearseat. Our choices are two. Stealth, sometimes known as full assault. Leo moved without thinking. "Full attack."

Leonardo is also known for making people’s stomachs turn inside out from his fast driving but I like going over the limit and driving like there’s no tomorrow. His eyes focused on the road ahead of us while I admired the way he clenched the staring wheel and every vein in his hands was full on display. I lowered down my window enjoying the fresh air that blew my hair, I gazed back at Leorando when I noticed that he started speeding up. His eyebrows had a couple of slits and above them held a small ting scar that looked almost invisible to the naked eye. Not to mention his alluring light green eyes which seemed to sparkle every so often, I shook my thoughts away and let down my brunette hair.

Gito was surely experiencing heaven with Sonya. The image kept filling his head—Sonya moaning, her body moving, but not under him. Under his father. "Damn it," Leon hissed, ruffling his hair in frustration. He tried to distract himself by turning on the PlayStation. Racing games, shooting games, anything. But his hands weren't focused. His characters kept dying, his cars kept crashing. His mind kept wandering downstairs. 'What are they doing now? They must have started... Damn it!' Leon turned off the game in annoyance. He stood up, pacing around the room. Then his eyes fell on the keys to his Lexus SUV hanging on the wall. He grabbed them quickly.

Serenity, “Yes, thank you. It smells wonderful.” After the girls were done eating, they went outside, and they were both shocked to discover that the car that had been left for them was a red Lykan Hypersport. Serenity gasped. “This car was used in Fast & Furious 7!” she exclaimed. “It’s a limited edition! There are only seven of them in the world. The seats are sewn with gold thread, and the lights are set with colored diamonds!”

Leon shouts. “Breaking it!” I fire back. The creature’s other hand moves— aiming for my throat— but again— I don’t react the way it expects. I lean into it. Closing space. Forcing contact. Messy. Unpredictable. Human. It hesitates again. Longer this time. And that’s when Leon moves. Fast. Precise. He slams into it from the side— driving it back— hard. “Now!” he snaps. I don’t think.

And on Friday morning, another order for room service had been placed as early as 6:30, only for the waitress to meet no response from Frank's chamber but a sinisterly open door that afforded her the view of senator Frank's corpse in lying around in a pool of blood and his lady guest stripped stark naked, beaten to pulp, and tied to the bed frame. Coincidentally--perhaps not so--it was the second case of murder of top dogs in the city within the space of a week, and in a similar pattern at that. The first murder had struck earlier in the week when Henry West-gate, a famous tycoon in the city was set up for a car accident in his Jeep. It had been discovered that the middle-aged business tycoo