Sterling Submachine Gun

TELL ME A STORY II STREETLOVE: À Stanfield la rue est une démocratie hiérarchisé. Enfin ils essaient de faire croire à une démocratie. Ils disent que la rue nous appartient, mais ils disent aussi de suivre les règles venant des plus hauts. Qui ils ? Sterling Scott et Rowland Parker. Ces deux hommes sont à la tête de Stanfield, ils dirigent tout. Ils ont tout l'argent de Stanfield mais ils en veulent plus. Pourquoi ils en veulent plus ? Pour donner plus de pouvoir à leurs familles. Leurs affaires se terminent toujours en Family Business. ALL HUMAN: Jean 8 : 7 « Que celui qui n'a jamais péché lui jette la première pierre ! »

I stepped closer. Close enough to smell his cologne—cedarwood, leather, and power. My hand moved. Smooth, practiced. The pistol slide from under the apron into my palm. I raised it fast. But before I could pull the trigger— BANG. Not my shot. A scream tore through the restaurant as another man launched himself toward Romano’s table, blade flashing. Another assassin. What the hell— Romano didn’t flinch. He shoved the table forward, knocking the attacker off balance. The blade scraped across wood, not skin. I ducked instinctively as the room erupted into chaos. Gunfire cracked. Glass exploded. People screamed and dove for cover. “Get him out—NOW!” one of the guards barked. I aimed for the second attacker. Didn’t even hesitate. One shot—head. Gone. The guard saw me. Confusion flashed in his eyes. Then rage. I ran. I weaved between overturned chairs, plates, and screaming bodies. The smell of blood was real now, thick in the air. One of the guards grabbed me. I slammed my elbow into his ribs, twisted, and brought the butt of my gun down on his skull. He dropped like a sack of bricks. Out. I had to get out. My boots pounded the floor as I tore through the narrow hallway. But then— “Elisa.” His voice stopped me cold. I turned. Antonio Romano stood in the middle of the carnage, suit untouched, blood spattered behind him like art. His eyes were on me. And he was smiling. It was darker. Slower. Like a hunter seeing something worth chasing. Somehow, he knew who I was. “Interesting,” he said softly, tilting his head. “They sent you.” I didn’t answer. I ran. But that voice followed me. He knew my name. And he let me go. This wasn’t over. It had just begun.

Starting over is hard to do, especially when you plan on spending a couple of forevers with your childhood sweetheart. Devyn Parks has to do just that when the love of her life, Sterling, is killed in Afghanistan, leaving her to raise their five children on her own. Resolved to pick up the pieces to her broken future, Devyn packs her life in Arlington up and moves her family back to her hometown of New Orleans. Fresh off the heels of a contentious divorce, Kadeer is just trying to provide for his five daughters and maintain the peace with his ex-wife, Skylar. The only problem is that Skylar makes it next to impossible. Between his ex turning his girls against him and trying to get his own construction company off the ground, Kadeer doesn't have time for love, or does he? With the help of their friends, Devyn and Kadeer are on a collision course that will flip any expectations they had for their future on its head. Will they be able to find their way to each other, or will a bitter ex and a healing heart keep them apart? Only time will tell where their love lies.

Kieran Sterling and Arabella Bishop were neighbors fourteen years ago. The gap between them could not allow them to be friends. Their parents were comfortable with each other and often had each other over for dinner. When Arabella's father dies her mom moves all the way across the globe to hide her pain. Fourteen years later Arabella is back in the city and sees Kieran. Although they were never friends they start a new friendship. Kieran begins to fall for Arabella and vice versa. They keep getting into situations that put them together and every time Arabella is distressed and in need, Kieran shows up like a knight in shining armor. The reason why they both hide their feelings and stay away from each other is because of the ten-year gap between them. Can they transcend through their love? Follow the thrilling story of Kieran and Arabella as they face family, society, and the truth of Love.

When Italy's Most Dreaded Capo discovers his true identity, the world is thrown into disarray. A bloody war erupts between werewolves and the Mob. The dice has been cast, and the Capo must decide whose family he actually belongs to. The werewolf clan (where he was once a Beta) or the Mob clan (where he is now a Capo)? Is he his Alpha or his Don? His Mate or His Moll? His past life or the one he has grown to love? It's a conundrum with no way out without spilling a lot of blood and losing loved ones. ************************************************* Ryder's eyes were partially closed as he held a pistol to his head. That was the end of it. He's probably finished. He was not afraid of death. But this was a particularly painful time since it was his Beta who was holding the pistol to his head. Jason, who used to be his wingman, was now going to be his assassinator. "Do it," Don Carianno urged, irritated by his tardiness. Jason pressed the gun's point harder on Ryder's temples, but his fingers wavered around the trigger. He couldn't pull it off. "Remember what we've gone through, man. Jason, you and I have a long history. You're not going to be able to accomplish it. You can't get rid of your Alpha..." ****** This is the second book of ONCE ABUSED, NOW LOVED. Although it may be read as a stand-alone, it is highly recommended that you first read the first book to have a better grasp of this one. BOOK 1 - ONCE ABUSED, NOW LOVED. BOOK 2: ONCE A BETA, NOW A MAFIA.

"What happens when the baddest mafia boss in town wants the untouchable homicide detective who is determined to take him down? Vladimir Sitnikov will play a dangerous game in order to capture the fiery Jane McKinley and bring her under his roof and his control.Police detective Jane McKinley wants to rock Russian mobster Vladimir Sitnikov's world – with a gun, a set of handcuffs and a long-term jail cell. Jane is determined to do everything she can to protect her city by bringing down the ruthless mafia boss that haunts her nights. Sitnikov is equally determined to bring the spirited cop under his control and into his bed. A strong woman with nothing left to lose is a dangerous thing, and she will stop at nothing to gain revenge. But when Jane is threatened, there is nothing cold in Vlad's savage response. He will burn the city to the ground.Fire & Vice: Savage Vendetta is created by Nikita Slater, an EGlobal Creative Publishing signed author."

He dropped his hands to the side, stepping away, and he voiced. “I’m not sure about having you fucking countless men, Marianne, unless you have chosen to become a whore who is more than willing to please another man’s dick instead of just pleasing one.” He smiled, pushing his hair from his face. I made the conscious decision not to let his words bother me, as it wasn't worth the stress. I said, which got him annoyed further. “I rather please a thousand dicks than yours. So do what you want to me, but I will never marry you.” He suddenly brought out a gun, playfully staring at it and he hint “Not even in a death and life situation.” He aimed the gun directly at me and I took a bold step by moving to him and I pressed my head against the gun. “Then kill me. It has always been my dream to escape from this nightmare.” I was playing with fire, but I won’t back off until we both get burnt. “Pull the trigger.” I breathe. He breath. Both our eyes locked. ****** Kidnapped and sold to a psychopath, a man who finds solace in seeing her in pain while she grips on her remaining hopes of escaping. Marianne finds herself trapped in this endless nightmare with a man who claims to love her by bringing her pain. ***** Trigger warning; This story is not for light-hearted people. Involves very disturbing sex content.

Audrey felt her world crumble to nothing when she arrives back in New York to see that Cater was now living a new life with Chloe and her daughter. While her life is at risk with the mastermind pointing a gun at her, Audrey is determined to take revenge on those who shattered her life six years ago. But Carter doesn't seem to want to let go, for him, she is a drug he was addicted to.

"Why are you doing this Rayne? you have taken everything from me, what more do you want?" "I'm not done playing Elliot, when I finish you won't dare speak back at me!" _____ When Rayne got engaged to Elliot Levin of Levin World Entertainment, she felt her whole world go up in joy. She has always loved him from afar and he has always treated her with disdain, being married to him meant all of her childhood fantasies were coming to life. Things take a dark turn after Rayne gets drugged at her own engagement party and ends up in the wrong room, in the bed of no other person than Nathan Sterling, New York's most eligible bachelor. A night filled with passion, a ruined career, and loss of inheritance, Rayne wasn't prepared for the downward spiral. finding out she was pregnant for a man she doesn't remember doesn't look good but Rayne was determined to get a fresh start. Five years down the lane and life has given Rayne the chance to get her lick back, she won't stop until she brings them all to their knees.

I watch as he gently places the gun on the table. Seconds tick by a heavy silence filling the room. He takes a stand and makes his way to me. He takes a stance behind my chair and places his firm arms on my armchair, caging me. I bask in his scent and warmth. "You choose now Lana, here and now." He whispers into my ear. His traces my knuckles before grabbing my notebook out of my hands, and tossing it on the table. "I wasn't done with that." I say. He laughs, I feel his chest rumble as he laughs. I turn to face him, feeling my breaths shorten with each passing second. "Eyes on the prize, Lana." He turns my head back towards the table. "You choose the notebook you can go back to living your life in fear and delusion, then one day end up dead in a dumpster or," He brushes a strand of hair from my face, " You could pick up the gun and hunt your past which shall it be Lana?" I feel beads of sweat on my back and my anxiety prickling through my skin. I have to choose, here and now. I extend my hand and pick my choice.