Novel & Cerita Rápido Y Furiosos 3

I enter chest heaving as it all stops and huge eyes take in my golden eyes. "your that alpha",is said as I growl viciously at them. "yes, I say stalking closer wanting to tear them apart, I'm that alpha",the first guy swings but I duck and my fist collides with his temple and he goes down. The second tries to push me back but I don't budge and my knee connects with his stomach. He doubles over gagging as the third takes out a gun and aims at Kat and my pup. Fury is pissed and wants out but I reign in my anger. Calm down Fury if he shoots both could die.

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.

“You think you can talk to me like that? You think you can just—” I spoke quickly, cutting her off. “Carlos.” The driver didn’t flinch, but his eyes met mine in the rearview mirror. I switched to Spanish without thinking, speaking directly to him, my words sharp. “Sigue conduciendo. Llévame al penthouse, no a la mansión.” I watched her closely, the moment of silence hanging between us. Her face twisted with confusion. “What did you just say?” she asked, narrowing her eyes. I leaned back in my seat, watching her with a mixture of amusement and something else, something dangerous. “Did you hear what I said?”

"Drive fast." ⁠

Just a few things that drive me crazy about you, Reena. He swallowed. “Yeah, OK.” “So, my friend told me about the Big Three. We each get three free passes for annoying stuff that we do. The other person announces that it drives them batty, and then can’t say one more word about those three things, no matter what.” “I don’t get it.”

Mike immediately shot back, "Go ahead. Call the cops. This place is too remote, and there are barely any security cameras. Even if they come, they won't be able to catch anyone." He then kicked Brandon several more times. Brandon slumped to the floor, unable to say another word. Only faint groans escaped from his throat. Only when Brandon was completely unable to move did Mike spit out, "Get lost!" Brandon dragged his battered body toward the stairwell, leaving a horrifying trail of blood across the floor. I sat there, still shaken, staring at the three men now standing at my doorstep. I wasn't sure whether to feel relieved or worried. Mike helped me up and said softly, "Don't be scared. We'

The raid. It had never been easy going on a raid in the city with officer Ola. Jasper always found it difficult to accommodate Ola’s brandish nature and claim for authority whenever they went out on such raids. He hated the fact that they had even made him team leader on the field and more so , he hated the regular Lagos traffic and being stuffed in the van as they drove through it all. The van was a white 2010 dodge sprinter. It had the ability to run from zero to a hundred and 80kilomeeters an hour in just 4800 seconds but this swift moving ability was of course hindered by the heavy traffic the vehicle commuted through.

she whispered, before swimming back with him to the others. “Since Remy and I are the champions, we have decided on The Fast and The Furious,” Saffron announced to the room. The crowd let out a groan in complaint, clearly not fans of the franchise. They all crawled out of the pool and headed toward their respective locker facilities. They were in for a miserable night of overdramatic street racing.

My smile got larger as I heard him chuckle. “I’m so fucking glad you just said that. I love you too baby, see you soon.” I drove like a maniac to the police station, irritation going through me as it took me fucking forever to find a car parking space. The station was huge, stretching a whole side of the road. As I locked my car and tried to dodge traffic to walk over I saw him. Sitting on the wall outside with his hood up covering most of his face. I could tell it was him by his build and his tattoo on his right hand. I walked closer to him, his head still down. I managed to grab his knee before he even looked up. When he did I gasped. “What is that?” I asked, a huge white plaster going dia

"Besides, someone might hear you. It's a shame it might get to Diego." "Chill, girl! That's just a theory." "So? All right, continue with your 'what if'." "Okay!" Stephen sighed and then propped both elbows on the table and lowered himself. "What if Diego pursues you? What about Third?" Shen's eyes narrowed at what her friend said. Then she didn't know whether to laugh or be irritated with him. "What kind of theory is that? And you're now mentioning someone who's not here." "That's why it's called a theory!" Stephen snapped. "You know what, sometimes you're really useless to talk to. But in fairness it looks like Third's gifts will be coming again." He even giggled while opening the chocolat