Reggie Kray Legend Novelas e Histórias

He is a handsome playboy that always flirt with any woman he can get to. Reggie is the eldest son of the Harelle family. Their family is famous for having to own sixty percent of the Flynn Chicken fast food in Amity Hill city. There are about 20 Flynn Chicken restaurant around the city and 12 of them are handled by their family. They are a very wealthy family that earns about two million dollars annually. Nick replied,"What do you want Reggie?" "I'm not talking to you Taylor, I'm talking to my pet." "What do you want?" Grey then asked.

I raised the knife again, placing the tip right against his lips. “Let’s try again,” I said sweetly. “This time, your left eye goes. Give me a name.” “Never!” he shouted. Too bad. I dug the blade in and popped out his left eye. His cries echoed off the walls, but I was done playing. “Told you what would happen,” I said. “Now give me a name.” “Fine!” he sobbed. “Please—stop! I beg you! It’s the son of the man you two killed. Oleg. Oleg Ricci. Please spare me!”

I happily exclaimed out of excitement. There were letters on the computer screen quickly filling in the form. “Copy that! Registration successful. You are now officially registered in the system as Reign Thunderstorm.” Just hearing that masculine name brought me so much pleasure. I wanted to scream and jump now but I remembered I was still naked. I need to get dressed because someone might see me here if I don’t.

“The news about my younger brother’s arrest is not that big of a deal. It would blow over in a few days. I’m not letting Kendra go for that. She will pay for what she did to my wife.” Reggie laughed. “Listen, man, there’s more. We know about how your daddy truly died and how your lil’ sis likes to get down. Personally, I like me a freaky freak, but I didn’t know hoity-toity folks like y’all get down and dirty too.” Kane was speechless. He and his family had gotten careless, and Kendra was about to make them pay for that. “Tell me everything you know,” he said coldly, and Reggie started talking.

Reggie's room door opened, and the police came out. "Raise your hands!" the Police shouted, so I breathed easier. It's done, it's finally done. "You're arrested, Mr. Reggie Romero, for the case of attempted murder and rape," the Police said. Reggie did nothing but raise his hands and surrender to the police. Our housemaid stayed with Meggay and supported her. "You're always putting yourself in danger, Meggay," I said. She always does this, she's putting herself in danger because of us! "I'm doing this for all the people he raped," Meggay said, making me breathe easier. All the guests were looking at Meggay and the blood on her clothes.

“How clinical. Let me guess, you’re after the same thing we all are: the truth behind his so-called legacy.” Dr. Crane’s jaw tightened, but he said nothing. The second course arrived, a rich stew served in ornate bowls. The savory aroma momentarily distracted Emma from the undercurrent of tension. Yet, as she lifted her spoon, her thoughts returned to the cryptic message she had found in the study. Trust no one, not even yourself. “What do you think his legacy is?” Emma asked suddenly, her voice cutting through the ambient noise. All eyes turned to her. “I think,” Vivienne said slowly, “it’s power. Uncle Reggie was always obsessed with control. He had secrets—big ones—and he wouldn’t let jus

Hahaha… Instead of being afraid, Reggie and the other guys laughed when they heard that. “Did you hear that? H-He wants to castrate me! I’m so scared!” Reggie laughed so hard that he was bending over. Then he made a vulgar gesture of thrusting his hips at Ruby. The other guys laughed. “That guy must be a lunatic who escaped from an asylum somewhere.” “Even the richest man in Mawi City obeys us, yet that guy wants to cripple us?”

“What happened?! Reggie!” “Crusher won’t let me fight back.” Tears fill the fake Reggie’s eyes. “Bronx, please. Please don’t kill me. We’re brothers, right? Nothing comes between us. That’s what we’ve always said. Don’t do this. I don’t want to die.”

Yeah, that was the power of my father… capable of making grown men sweat. I was too over Da’s hype though. Maybe a long time ago, I’d have felt the pressure as well, now, I was the monster he’d made me. When I clicked open the briefcase, four two-hundred-and-fifty gram bags of coke gleamed in the lamplight. Reggie whistled under his breath, reached into his pocket, pulled out some keys, and tore the bag open. When he dipped the tip in there then tasted it, he smacked his lips before he let out a whoop. “That’s good shit, man.”