Traction By Gino Wickman Novels & Stories

miss you, babe." Tears sprang into my eyes, joy enveloping me. Yes. As soon as he raised his hands, I immediately felt that his operation to restore his voice was not successful. But that wasn't important to me at that moment. What mattered was that he was here. He was back. I brought my hands up and signed, "You're finally back?" He let out a breath, warmth filling his expression as he brought his own hands up and signed, "I'm back for you. And Rain." He gestured to my right. His face broke into the most beautiful smile I'd ever seen in my life. When I looked to see what he was looking at behind me, I saw Rain running toward us. "Dayyieee! Dayyieeee! Dayyie koooo!" Rain's high-pitched voic

Agustin shouted, shooting her other leg. Trixie was crying and pleading in front of Agustin, but he showed no mercy. He grabbed the whip and struck Trixie hard, causing her to scream again. The screams of Trixie could be heard throughout the hideout. “Damn! He’s really mad!” Adrian exclaimed. “RIP, bitch,” he added while smoking, after Gio’s men were all taken out. Meanwhile, his other cousins were still looking for Gio as he had escaped. “That’s Dominican Agustin Knight. That’s our chairman,” Jacques said, nodding in agreement with their cousins.

Tristan groaned, his face was worth seeing so I clicked a picture of his mortified facial expressions. “Do or wear pinky pinky peasy.” I and Travis high fived. “I am Tristan Pierce, I don’t back away from my words but you both are coming with me.” He grabbed our hands and dragged us to the ticket counter. I am also afraid of fairy wheels. “It’s okay, Tristan. We are taking back your punishment. You can treat us with everything we wish to eat.” I said with a cheeky grin but he seemed to catch my fear. “No, I am ready to serve my punishment and you both will also have fun.” He smirked like a devil and dragged us to the wheel after collecting our tickets.

Damon piv Lucas shifted awkwardly beside me as I turned to face the newcomer. The man stood with a commanding presence, his arms crossed and a glint of authority in his eyes. A wave of tension surged through the air, thick enough to slice. “I'm Gino,” he said, his tone calm and condescending. “And I suggest you let her go. You have no business making claims on something you so casually tossed aside.” “What would you know?” I growled as Lucas stood between me and this guy with whom Harriet seemed to be smitten.

Tristan had found his target. Vince silently led me to where Tristan was. "Thanks," Vince said into the mic before shooting him and winning the game.

he said. “You’re a psychopath, how can you do this to a human?!” Trovilla roared, the pain of his peeled skin is mirrored in his eyes. Mavero pulled his hair up, “Just tell me what I want to know and all of this will end,” he hissed. “You should just kill me.” he breathed weekly and still managed to snigger. Mr. Croven was about to picked a hammer on the table which made Gino’s eye widened but a muscular man entered the scene and interjected, Gino sighed in relief. He don’t know how much pain he can handle but he is determined not to give any ounce of information.

A flurry of men and then he is gone. ‘Jesus Fucking Christ!’ Mico, a man of few words, gets up and pulls out his phone. I almost forgot he was here for a moment and just let my eyes land on him as everything topples in on me. I start trying to get free to leave too but Gino keeps a grip on me, turning to grab me around the shoulder.

Wade breathed, cheeks flushed. "Do that again," Vincenzo said in a demanding tone. "What?" "Yeah, gag me," Vincenzo smirked. Then he opened his mouth and took Wade's cock in again, his throat squeezing around Wade's length. His tongue ran up his balls, under his length, and drew circles around the head.

Gun already drawn, he sprinted across the desolate lot—every heartbeat pounding like a drum inside his skull. “Siena!” he roared. She turned toward the voice—just as Gino yanked her viciously against him, dragging her back with a bruising grip. Cold metal pressed to her temple. “No, Cristiano,” Gino snarled, dragging her tighter as she struggled. “You won’t win this time.” Everything slowed. Siena’s breath hitched. Cristiano’s eyes darkened, his chest rising and falling in rapid, murderous bursts. “Let her go,” Cristiano warned, voice low and lethal.

Gino said with a smile as he approached us. “For me?” Miley asked excitedly, with a wide smile on her face. “Yes.” She jumped and immediately pointed to the stuffed toy, Pokémon. The crew took it and handed it to her. “Thank you, Gino!” He patted her head and smiled. Next, he went to the target shooting. He had to knock down six or more figurines using darts to win a donut pillow as a prize. He started throwing the darts, and my jaw dropped as I saw all the figurines fall one by one effortlessly. He deserved a round of applause.