Almighty Imperial Gangsters Novels & Stories

That bastard thought he would get away easily after giving me her but I didn’t have to deal with him as the Scorpions did that. Scorpions were the emerging mafia gang in the middle east and the thing that made them famous and most feared ones were that they didn’t have any rules. They were lethal while we had ones that were coming down since my grandfather. It was in the legacy that I couldn’t disobey besides I liked rules. These were the rules that I could bend in any way that pleased me.

He still held my hand. "I know I'm a bad person. My hands and body have been stained with blood. Many breaths have ceased because of me. But there's one thing I can assure you. I don't kill innocent people. I have enemies, my father and I. But I will do my best to shield you from witnessing any heinous crimes because I will protect you from them. I'm a mafia leader, and I control everything related to drugs. I've tasted it, and I won't lie to you. Life, money, wealth are the battles. And I'm willing to leave all of that behind for a simple life with you. I'm ready to change for you, Felicia."

Like they could lift her up with a finger. These people were not her match. She was just thinking when she noticed the tattoo drawn on the wrist of one of the men. It was a drawing of a dragon's head chained inside a flaming ring. Her eyes filled with recognition and she almost gasped but she kept it down thankfully, not allowing the fear to completely seize her. These people belonged to one of the most notorious gangs. S-rank first class killers from the dragon's ring. Whoever they've set their eyes on, they take. They make no mistakes.

Just as his hand slips inside her pants, a click clack noise is made on the shiny floor by expensive shoes. It was a calm walk, but it extruded dominance. It was full of aura and confidence, the slow but heavy clacks were screaming of presence. Most of all, it radiated one thing. Power. Mateo Hernández. The Mafia Prince.

"You just... exist here. Like a prisoner waiting for redemption or his sentence." That struck a nerve. His jaw clenched, momentarily dropping the mask of cold control. "I am their heir. I was raised for this empire, even if my body is a tad weak for the field." "Then you know exactly what they did." "I know what the Raye name means," he corrected. "I don't know the details of every 'acquisition' my parents made twenty years ago. But I know this: you being here is a threat. Not to me, but to them and you could cease to exist in the blink of an eye."

The things that kept men like them in power. What started as a suggestion about visiting the new territory turned into something else entirely. I watched it happen in front of me like a nightmare unfolding in real time. "Your territory's gotten soft," The Mancini, Petro, said leaning back slightly, his gaze fixed on Enzo. A grin spread across his face like he’d just told a joke. "Can't even keep your targets anymore." The table went quiet. Enzo's jaw clenched. I saw it happen, the way his entire body went very still.

Darryl clenched his fists and let out a long sigh when he saw Yvette's agitation. He looked at Sloan. "Sloan, I beg you." Darryl felt disgusted to beg her like this. Sloan smiled and nodded in satisfaction. "Go then; hide under the bed!" Darryl took a deep breath and got under the bed under Sloan's smug gaze. Right after that, the New World Emperor slowly walked into the room accompanied by four people. Those four people seemed to be 34 years old. They wore the imperial guard's uniform, and they exuded a strong aura. It was just like what Darryl had sensed—those four people were powerful Martial Emperors, and the most powerful of them had a level five strength.

“Come on, Damien. You heard Gareth. We’ve got work to do.” I brushed the gravel off my mouth and stared after Rylan as he limped away. “Idiot,” I muttered under my breath. “Let’s ride out.” The sun was just starting to rise as we headed for the Long Island headquarters. The Shadow Fang Pack was built on dirty money, collections from every corner of the city. Mom-and-pop stores, shady landlords, gambling rings, even a few chain businesses that paid us to “stay protected.” We owned the underground of New York, and we were good at it.

The gangster grinned wickedly when he sensed how weak Garren was. “Classmate? You better f*ck off before I f*ck you up. Do you know who I am?” Garren was frightened. He asked timidly, “W-who are you?” “I’m in the Empire.” As the gangster grinned, the flaps on his cheeks widened, making him look vicious. He raised his arm to display the dragon tattoo on it and said, “See this? They call me Dragon.”

TBC🍀♠️ ••••♠️RYAN♠️ |Clark’s Villa| 10:17am|: The Mace mafia gang is the strongest, most dominant gangster cooperative in Bronx. As usual, very few gangster organizations form alliances with other organizations while a few stay as rivals. The Mace being one of the most feared and well revered, they don’t form alliances and they were enemies of The Pacers. The boss, Hendricks Yulimar Clark, is a very good friend of mine. He was a friend of my father too, but my father was very faithful to Collins.