Scarface Synopsis Novels & Stories

Tim turned on his heels to exit but stopped when he heard her saying- "You're Timothy Salvatore. You're from Milan and you recently shifted in Seattle . You were here to take back your robbed shipment of guns . And now you're getting it back to US ." Timothy looked back , he would be lying if he said he wasn't taken aback or he was not shocked . Indeed he was . Like How does she knows all these? He took his steps in front of her and looked at her eyes . She got scared. Like c'mon , it was standing the Italian Mafia prince who is in front of her and he doesn't look like he is in good mood . Not after when she said all these things . He walked and stopped in front of her .

I don't when his friends joined the fight because I felt the punch to the ribs because I returned it with a kick to his family jewels. A minute or later two cars pulled up on the field and man I am sure that I won't get out of this alive this time. Why the hell is this happening to me until I see the guys get out of the car and half their faces are covered in those gangster face masks. They start shooting at the guys fighting with me and two end up dead an the leader escaped with the car and the one with the hurt jewels got shot in the shoulder.

- Inside the warehouse, Scarface looked at Wendy and Jessica with a smug smile. "Tsk, tsk," he murmured. "You can question the character of the rich, but you can't question their taste. Mr. Hawk's ex-wife and girlfriend—you're both beauties. It's enough to make anyone jealous." One of the men in black chuckled, "Boss, we still have time. Why don't you have a little fun with them?" Scarface rolled up his sleeves and moved toward Wendy, grabbing her delicate chin. "Why don't I start with the ex-wife? I'll see what a woman Mr. Hawk's been with is like."

I said in a low growl. Marcus smirked, leaning in closer. “So, she is the reason why you went soft. The infamous Capone, who used to carve his enemies without blinking now babysitting a girl who can barely hold a gun.” “Enough,” William said with annoyance while pinching the bridge of his nose. He made his way to his feet. “Listen, Casio. Give over all your docks to us, and we can pretend this never happened.” His gaze darted to Whitney, then back to me.

The man who opened the trunk called and when I looked at his face, I felt a shiver run through my side. He had a scar running down the middle of his face, almost like whoever had done it, had the intention to split his face in half. The scar was nasty-looking and was enough to instill fear within me. I got out of the trunk and moved to the side where the girls had begun lining up. I had just heard the trunk of the car close when I heard a commotion behind me. A girl was trying to run away. She didn’t get very far because Scarface was right on her heels and the moment he caught her, he wrapped his hands around her throat, shaking her violently and for a moment I feared he was going to kill he

Gavin cried, his tears falling silently as he clapped Frank on the shoulder. Helen must have had several lifetimes worth of luck to get herself a man with such loyalty! "Where's Madfist?' Frank turned toward Scarface as he struggled to straighten himself. "What…? Oh!" Scarface only came to his senses at Frank's questions, as the way Frank took the bomb alone left him dumbstruck. "He told me to watch the door on the side of the building," Scarface exclaimed. "He was supposed to watch the entrance… and then I came when I heard the explosion."

"Talk." Seeing the approaching tip of the knife, Scarface was so frightened that he almost cried. He took a few steps back and looked cautiously at Nicole. "I-It's—" Before he could even start talking, orderly footsteps came from behind him. Scarface was ecstatic, throwing himself backward to the ground and rolling toward the door. Nicole frowned as she watched his action. She looked indifferently at those people walking in with familiar attire. 'The Rogers family is here; trouble awaits!'

"Iris, hang tight—my guy's a force. He'll track us. No sweat." Roles flipped without a cue. Alyssa the tough big sis, Sophia the sniffling little one. Right then, the door banged open again. Scarface stormed in, face thunder— Aria nowhere in sight. "Boss, what's the call on this mess?" One goon hustled up. "We cutting her loose?" "Cut her loose?" Scarface sneered around his smoke. "That'd bury us faster." "Henry catches wind we snatched his girl? Sold or not, we're toast."

The one holding Tracy had a scar running down his cheek, and his grip on her arm made her wince. “Look at this,” Scarface sneered, his eyes raking over me. “Another pretty little thing, wandering where she shouldn’t be. Today’s our lucky day, boys.” Tracy struggled against his hold, her eyes meeting mine with a mixture of fear and defiance. “Aliyah, run! Get help!”

One of them, a man with a scar running down his cheek, smirked at us. “You picked the wrong place to visit,” he said, cracking his knuckles. “Turn around and leave, or you won’t be walking out of here.” I stepped forward, my fists clenched. “Where is she?” Scarface laughed. “Who? Oh, the pretty little thing? She’s not here anymore. But we’d be happy to send you both to meet her.” Without warning, one of the men lunged at me. I dodged his punch and countered with a solid right hook to his jaw, sending him sprawling. Chaos erupted as the other four joined the fray.