DISCLAIMER: Jim Moriarty is the main inspiration for this book. Some things might be pop unsettling so if you are weak-minded like me who is losing brain cells every second writing this then please read this at your own risk. Also, I got my idea from Netflix, the German TV series Dark and other media products like:
• Gossip Girl.
• Zemo in Marvel.
• Reggy from Legend.
•Peaky Blinders.
•Joaquín Archivaldo Guzmán Loera or most commonly known as El Chapo.Hesmondhalgh cultural industries theory bitches!
So sit your ass down! Make sure your page color is on dark mode to set the mood and enjoy.
Thank you xoxo the writer.
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•West London in the great 20th century. Almost everyone had a story about James Manuël. Walk into any pub on a Friday night and hear a lie or two about him.
But you were there and you were not careless with the truth.
Your Jim was another one-man London mob. Bloodthirsty but also funny as well.
Believe me when I say...
It took a lot of love for you to hate him the way you do.
( November 16th, 2015)
You carefully pick up the newspaper that you left on the bed. The front cover has a picture of a man who looked about in his 30s. With short, mat black, slit back greasy hair.
" Famous drug lord and Gangster, James Manuël found shot dead on a rooftop."
Well... he is dead right? It was in the newspapers so it must be true. You put the newspaper down in a big nasal huff.
You've seen the mob about the city. You knew their games, their stupid sins. How fickle their attention and affections were. You knew better than to be near them.
You stand up now from the bed to walk to a mini table with a mug on top. Sipping on tea as you pick it up. "Shit... cold!"
"(Y/N) WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY, I BETTER NOT HAVE HEARD YOU JUST SWEARING." Is heard from outside your bedroom door.
You feel as if your heart left a beat since you can be quite jumpy. " Sorry, Mamm. "
You mumble under your breath.
" I'm an adult, you cunt."A small knock snaps alert
" May I enter?" It was one of your older brothers Luke." Ye?"
He slightly peaks his head through the door. " We will be waiting for ya in the car, try to hurry, right, ya saw her this morning, she is a bloody nut case."
"Alright, I'll be fast."
Time skip to 10 minutes.
"I'm so sorry that I took so long " Running down the stairs to your family who is already waiting in the car.
" Took ya long enough."
As you give a gentle glance at your stepfather who is just shaking his head in disapproval. "Are we going to go or what?" You turn my lips into a thin line.
YOU ARE READING
Adam and Eve.
Romance• ONGOING. Where did it all begin? In the past? In the future? Who can say where it began? Do the beginning and the end even exist? Or is it a connection to an endless loop? You will carry this pain until you read to find out.