Almighty Imperial Gangsters Novels & Stories

It seems like Eric also want to take over the other gangs? A deep hatred planted its seed deep in Mason’s heart. If Eric is the reason Keith and Vale are separated, he will be his enemy. It seems like Eric’s greedy nature had always been hidden all this year. He had been waiting for the perfect opportunity to trap more fish into his net. The Black River is 2nd most powerful gang in the country after the Black Rose. Combining them together was a powerful and dangerous combination. Mason rubbed his forehead. This doesn’t add up at all.

"I am Prince Dylan, King Stephen’s lone child, and ruler of Stalwart Castle." On the other hand, she prepared herself and allowed herself the privilege of making an introduction. "I’m the most dreaded person in the gangster community, Adira, and I’m from another country." The prince gave her a close-up look while looking at her. "What’s a gangster, exactly?" "People who kill anyone who crosses their path are callous and kill with no mercy." He abruptly turned to face his father. “Father, who exactly did you hire? Why a criminal?" Her ability to perceive fear in his eyes.

"Jason!" "He's a snitch, we just used the maggot, his job was done. Now back to you two, my boss had hunted you all for so long and now I can't believe you are in our hands." I laughed hysterically. " I don't need to know how far your boss is willing to go to get me down. I'm not scared for my life. The Pillari Empire and Lineage can never die no matter how hard you try. We're fighters and survivors."

I couldn’t reach Camilla if they were still breathing. So I did what we’re trained to do... what every man in the mafia learns early. You don’t wait for mercy. You make the crack yourself. You bend the impossible until it breaks. I’d been fighting impossible battles all my life. This? This was just another cage to tear open. I let my lips curl. “Tell me something,” I said, my voice low and taunting. “Which one of you f*cks the wall to earn Celestino’s good graces?”

Jasper replied. "So, here's what the boss wants us to do," Ida said, looking up from a file. "We're going in as Mr. Glen's bodyguards." "Who's Mr. Glen?" Zeno asked. He felt weird asking, but he’d only been working for Sebastian for a month. "Mr. Glen is a millionaire who uses his electronic companies as a front for illegal practices," Jasper explained. "Illegal, like drugs?" Zeno asked. He knew drug dealers were merciless.

Charlie frowned and said, “There are nearly a hundred of you, so how could you let these five bastards strut around Oskiatown?” Daves said ashamedly, “Mr. Wade, these five people are backed by the Burning Angels, and the Burning Angels have the Italians, who actually control dozens of large and small gangs in New York with a scale of at least a few thousand people backing them up. We're simply not their match at all…” Charlie said coldly, “So what if there are thousands of them? I've never heard of a gang fight involving thousands of people in the United States. Can they bring thousands of people into Oskiatown?”

Although, I did so in stuttered speech that I suspected wouldn’t even be laudable to her hearing, she still managed to grasp what I told of. “Well, they must’ve been some low ranking members of a back-water gang.” “They are actually the most revered in the city. Their gang are into everything from arms, contraband, if you can think of it, they can provide it in bulk.” “What are we going to do? They’re surely going to some for us.” She panicked, but that much was to be expected. I tried to reassure her with the reveal of my gang’s name never appearing anywhere, meaning it was an aimless fight had bosses raising guns based who pointed the fastest finger.

He turned his gaze towards Max, and it was as if he carried the secrets of the world within his eyes, a knowledge that transcended their shared past. ** In the shadowy underworld of the city, Francisco was a name that sent shivers down spines. As the leader of the gangsters, he ruled with an iron fist, his reputation preceding him wherever he went. He was ruthless, callous, and unapologetic in his pursuit of power and control. Killing, drug dealing, property jacking, money heists, and drug supply were all part of his dark repertoire. Francisco's reach extended even to the corridors of power, where he subtly manipulated the government to serve his interests.

We exchanged salutations and made the mafia sign and he led us in. His men were armed already. We checked our munitions for the last time and we got ready too. "Thanks for coming to our aid. Thanks for coming all out even though we gave a short notice. I am sure you have the details already. We are going against a notorious gang of heists. They called themselves the east gang. They look formidable on the outside but their true brutality lies in their disguise. We have launched attacks on them on different occasions but we lost at each trial," Russo said and continued with the address. When he was done we were all ready for battle.

Emily I watch as Felix brings the room to attention. “Friends,” he says, “we wouldn’t have been here without Emily’s excellence in corporate espionage. This is why sometimes, the mafia needs someone from not around here because while we may have the brawns, they have the brains!” Sounds of laughter, claps, and “here, here’s” chime around the room. I blush. All of this, everything, it’s for me. “Emily,” says Felix. “You deserve a commission for the money you won us back. Doesn’t she, folks?”