Scarface Synopsis Mga Nobela at Kwento

I frowned and looked down at his hand struggling to push the scar face hand away from my arm but his hand didn't even move an inch. "Don't get in this, shithead." The scar face warned him calmly but he didn't seem to get back. I was about to say something but before I could the scar face pushed me away making me stumble back and landed a punch on the poor man's face, making him stumble back..he barely coped up with his steps. My breath hitched when the scar face raised his hand again to punch him but before he could I immediately gripped his arm pulling him back. He snapped his head down at me.

And Luca would never let her have that. With a guttural roar, I thrust the blade upward, driving it deep into Luca’s back. His eyes widened, and the gloating smirk wiped from his face in an instant. He gasped, his body jerking as the pain registered, his knife pressing harder against my neck. This was it. I had done the one thing I tried avoiding. The sharp edge nicked deeper into my skin, and for a fleeting moment, I thought he might finish the job. Then Sophia can be the new Don of the Nevarro mafia gang. His mother desires would still be achieved.

The breeze smelled like pine and smoke and something dying. Then I saw him. Salvatore. He was at the edge of the clearing, stalking toward Gianni like a snake in tall grass. Gianni had his back turned, crouched, probably searching for Salvatore. Salvatore raised his gun, aiming it straight at Gianni’s head. I didn’t think. I just moved. I turned Sofia’s face into my shoulder, covering her ears with one hand. “Close your eyes, baby.” Then I raised my gun and fired.

They arrived in a black Suv and knocked on the door continuously. Francisco sleepily headed towards the door. When Francisco opened the door, he noticed it was Antonio, the same guard that handed him the briefcase of money the day he made the deal with Marcelo. Francisco recognized him and before he could utter a word, Antonio brushed Francisco aside and asked "Where is Georgina?" Francisco was in shock. Francisco replied "We still have 24 hours left..'' Just as he was about to finish his statement, Antonio and another Marcelo’s men burst into the room Georgina was in.

Because Clifford killed their commander, the ones who previously kidnapped me were terrified of him and did not appear until now. But as the saying goes, if you truly love someone, you will accept even their darkest moments, so that's what I did. I tell myself that he is Clifford, my husband, despite the fact that I am a bit afraid of him when he becomes upset with the person he is speaking to on his cell phone. The Mafia Boss Clifford, not him. So I have nothing to be afraid of. He gave me a tour of his life. He described his experiences to me. He provided me a peek into his life spent using firearms and other weapons. He demonstrated to me how the transaction is a "underground transaction.

Scarface scolded as he looked at David. “What a foul mouth. I should slap you.” After David said that… Slap! A voice sounded in the living room. Then, everyone saw that half of Scarface's face was swollen. Where was he? Everyone looked around to find that David was already sitting in Paul's seat while Paul was standing behind him. What? What just happened? Everyone was dumbfounded. After they heard ‘What a foul mouth. I should slap you,’ Scarface’s face had already swelled up.

"Hello, Madeline," he greeted in a deep, smooth voice that held a captivating allure, capable of sending shivers down the spine of any woman. However, I didn't belong to the type of women who fell for such refined charms. In the ruthless world of the mafia, the alluring demeanor of a handsome man had no place. With his hands casually resting in his pockets, he strolled with an air of nonchalant indifference. That infuriating grin adorned his face, showcasing a set of flawlessly white teeth. It was a boyish charm seemingly designed to dismantle my defenses.

Francesca’s suppressed shots from the fog dropped the fourth man before he could fully clear his holster. Scar-face hesitated for the fraction of a second it took to decide whether to shoot Sofia or turn the gun on us. That fraction was all Vincenzo needed. He left the pure-blood soldier crumpled against the van, crossed the open ground, and slammed Scar-face’s gun hand upward. The pistol discharged into the sky as Vincenzo’s follow-up was brutal and efficient— elbow to the throat, knee to the side, a short vicious twist that dropped the man hard.

His gaze moved to the twins, glinting with a predatory gleam before settling down on her with a sneer. A wave of icy dread crashed over her, and Scarface saw it because his face split into a cruel smile. "Friday, or they pay the price. You know what I'm capable of, don't you?" She knew. She knew what Scarface did to people who owed him. And worse, she knew the kind of shady business Scarface was into ranging from loansharking to organ harvesting.

"Where are you?" After thirty minutes have passed, I catch a glimpse of him. I try to kneel on the seat to get a closer look. He's talking to some man I've never seen before, who has a massive, thick scar in his cheek and is undeniably older than him, but from what I can tell there isn't anything threatening about their conversation. They're both calm, or look the part. As soon as Enzo turns, I sit and cross my arms against my chest.