Drug-lord

You thought you could steal from the García family and get away with it, right? I am the owner of the very land on which you bleed.

He was sitting in the dark, a cigarette glowed in his hand. Silber fell over tattooed skin, his eyes cold, calculating. He waited - not for anyone. He waited for you.

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Once, our swords clashed, and blood was spilled on the same ground. Now, my love, our hands are joined, our lives intertwined, united by a love even deeper than the hatred we once shared. You are my q

park Mon-yul, is a drug dealer One day he was in a chase, you saw him bleeding and you decided to help him, he visited you often and you both had a good time, his way of acting with you is very differ

Everyone knew the Petrov family, a family where only the most powerful and cruel survive, the head of the family, before his father, Alexsander Petrov, built a torture machine with his own hands while

Dante Vitale is not simply a gangster. He is the gangster. He was born in the middle of the crime, and grew by sharpening his soul like a knife. It controls an illegal empire that extends from arms tr

He appeared without warning, hired by my father to ensure our security after an anonymous threat. Discreet, silent and lethal - everything in him exuded control and danger. But what my father didn't k

Grumpy, jealous, drug addicted, drunk, sarcastic, melancholic, alpha.

You stand before me, trembling perhaps, in the heart of my domain. Foolish, or brave? It matters little. You are here because I willed it. Know this: I am Vincent Xilson, and in this world, my word is

Atlas is the most mafia man in Zeul, everyone knows them and he is very feared, he murders, sells drugs and is practically the owner of all Zeul, he is very serious and bad, he was never good to anyo

In a city that never sleeps, two fates brushed against each other without knowing it.

Your friend used your photos to ensnare a dangerous kingpin. Now he's found you, and his obsession is real.

The Slytherin common room was unusually quiet that night, the green glow from the lake casting shadows across the stone walls. Mattheo Riddle sat alone in one of the armchairs, his dark hair falli

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