Almighty Imperial Gangsters Novels & Stories

“I came to make you pay and what better way to do that than watch you witness the death of your son, and leave your alive to hate yourself for letting this happen, knowing fully well that you can’t kill me, you can’t hurt me, you can’t even think of coming close to me while you spend the rest of your life hating and wishing this didn’t happen and when things start to get better, I come by to make sure you don’t deserve any happiness, I guess Liam and his son Ollie are just collateral damage.” “Bold of you to assume you will do all of that, even worse you think his mafia will watch you ruin everything and not do anything, someone will take over, they will become your enemy, they will ruin you

"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.

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.”

"Fuckers! You don't know me?! I am Patricio Ferreira Dimagiba, Jr. The ‘awesome’ son of Governor Patricio Dimagiba, Sr. of Salvacion. Call my father so he'll be here. This man I’m with, he’s my cousin Logan Dimagiba Castillejo. We are Dimagibas and we fear no one! Idiots!" That was what the man said. Instantly, he gave me cringe feeling. They are Dimagibas. And the thought that Trace Dimagiba is undoubtedly like them, who are so full of themselves, made me grimace. They are arrogant for being sons of influential people in this country. Gosh! Whatta mindset! "He's still handsome, right?" Harriet asked me and saw her mischievous smile. "Who?" I asked, even though I knew who she was referring t

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.

He took a step forward, ready to hug her but decided against it at the last minute. “Tell me what you know,” he demanded. Emma paused, then nodded and told him everything the chauffeur said. While Emma was speaking, Roy was searching through his iPad for the record of all the gangs in the city, then picked out three whom he knew would be capable of seeking death. “Master, I’ve looked through the record. Inferno gang, scorpion gang, and Double head gang. Those are the most stubborn gangs in the whole of Nairaland who would dare to kidnap a controversial figure like Madam.”

"Sir, I have heard about a new gang that has lately been too effective in Southeast Italy" Vincent frowned. "What is their name?" "The Scorpions. I have heard that despite being a newbie they plan and make their moves like a pro. Recently they have robbed around two thousand banks and killed all the secret agents, cops and even the spies of the Italy's intelligence agency. Everyone is in shock as to how come they can even recognise them. The country's intelligence agency had shared the latest information about this gang. The gang becomes active only at night but makes his secretive and fatal move. They love bloodthirst like vampires as they would kill their enemies in the most inhuman and me

“Don’t you think it's suspicious that on the time I was shot and I jumped into the river Valentina was there and the person who was in charge of that is her uncle? Doesn't that ring a bell?“ I asked Angelo. “Well, it is….“ Angelo wanted to continue but was interrupted by the door to my study forcefully opening and we turned to check. “Boss there is a gang outside our estate's gate with guns and their leader demands to speak with you,“ Riz informed me. I couldn't help but feel something was off, so I reached out into my desk and carried my gun. Angelo and I followed Riz as we walked out of my house and proceeded to the estate gate. “What's the name of this gang and their leader?“ I asked Riz

11 "Hello Anastasia," he said so calmly. "Who are you?" I asked my patience thinning by the minute "Patience Anastasia, didn't I tell you that?" "I don't care anymore, Who are you! Which gang boss are you?! I want answers and I want them NOW!" I yelled "Sure, as you wish . . . Have you heard of 'Phoenix' Anastasia?" 6 "Yes of course, who hasn't? They are one of the strongest mafias all around the world,"