American Gangster Novelas e Histórias

I rolled my eyes. Alfonso was a gangster; mafia would have suited him best but whatever. He was mostly involved in gambling and drug trafficking. He was known to be cold and ruthless. He had gained himself the name, ‘Iceman’, as he would show no emotion while torturing people who wronged him. I couldn’t believe they wanted me to lie to this man.

To see her get out of the car and shoot down the avenue, knowing where she was going, ah, it was too much for him. And here they were, kissing passionately until they lost their breath. “ I love you too, my beloved gangster.” " She said after he pulled his lips away from hers to look at her. It was beautiful and romantic, but a gatiLho was triggered in him when she reminded him of who he was. He was a gangster! She was a student, a family girl, and a musician with a future ahead of her. Reality hit him like a hammer and he pushed her slowly away from him and as much as her gaze changed in a snap, as much as he knew that she loved him yes and had just stated that, he disengaged himself from t

I followed suit, revealing myself to his burning gaze. “Well, let her,” I replied as our lips met, the world outside fading away. At that moment, nothing else mattered—nothing except the here and now. To love a gangster is to embrace the unknown, to be ready to cross every boundary, to stand firm even when the world seems against you. "I love you, my gangster," I whispered between kisses, my voice filled with pride. He paused, pulling back just enough to look into my eyes, his gaze filled with a longing that mirrored my own, an unspoken promise of forever.

So The Seven Wolves must also use the same method. "So we're working with the cops now?" asked James sarcastically while folding his legs and sitting on the sofa with a cold appearance and a black suit. The cop he was referring to was Jose Gonzales. One of the NYPD's anti-gangster units. He grinned when he saw James Belgenza. He knows precisely who the gangster leader Daga Nero is. "My old friend Alan Harrison asked me to investigate Mr. King," he said, glancing at Mars beside him. James snorted sarcastically and glanced at Shawn, who raised an eyebrow with his cynical smirk.

Unfortunately, his gun slides off my grasp too. Around us, a series of gunshots start reverberating. “You underestimated Le Distruzioni too much,” Adriano sneers. “A mafia gang is far more dangerous and complex than what your Hollywood films taught you about it. So if you think an FBI-wannabe like you can defeat us, you’re utterly stupid!” “After I kill you, I’ll take your wife back with me. And we’ll have wild s.ex night and day until she can no longer walk an inch from me.”

Seven years later, I returned to Ros Aegeles and saw Lucas again. With the Lionel family’s help, he became the capo of Cosa, the Ros Aegeles branch of the Lenza Group. It was the biggest gang in Ameria. Lucas was at a grand villa that belonged to the Lenza Group’s capo. He stood at the center of the crowd with Chloe in his arms. Her flawless makeup and beautiful dress highlighted her beauty while Lucas enjoyed the admiration of his subordinates and fellow branch leaders.

He was in his mid-forties, but he feared the mafia boss. “He–he–” “Speak up!” Don commanded. The man tightened his grip on his file while shifting his glasses with his other hand. “Can we have a brief talk in my office?” the man asked in a quaky voice. “I need to hear it here, Doc” “Mr. Gonzalez sustained serious injuries after the dagger pierced his heart. By the time we needed to stabilize him, he had already passed away. I'm sorry.” the doctor explained. “You are sorry for what? That you were unable to save my uncle? The only family I have left?!” Donatello fumed.

"Lives with her dad. They're hard-core broke so she works lots of part-time jobs. Her mom is terminally ill. Has been like that for a few years now. We trailed her a bit more and found out the money she stole was deposited for her mom's hospital bills. Should we move in on her?" I didn’t answer. Instead, I turned to my laptop and typed in the name Movark. A file popped up on the screen. My eyes scanned the document, and suddenly, I froze. A slow, wolfish grin spread across my face as I read, followed by a low chuckle. Jet frowned, glancing at Marcus, who looked equally confused. “Boss?” Jet ventured cautiously. I leaned back in my chair, chuckling softly. The sound grew louder, echoing throu

Jimmy shrugged his shoulders, "I feel lucky tonight." "truly ?!" Angelo smiled a serious smile.. "Is it because your brother isn't around right now, wandering around?!" "No, but because I gambled the money I won from him in a bet that will come shortly after the bitch finishes licking his dick!" Angelo smiled wide, Jimmy and his brother Ryan are among his close men since he found them several years ago on the doorsteps of his hotel, destitute who do not have a single dollar. His orders at once, or if they should come to him without delay, made them so faithful that they book themselves two high ranks in the Anglo Mafia family...

And now you dare rub it on my face? What you think of it huh? I accept my lifestyle; I proudly wear my status not like you fucking double face. You want to throw your brother into deep holes of sorrow fear and tears, to hell with you. Fuck it. Do whatever you want to get him back. But remember, I won’t help you even if you crawl back to me. Leave before I throw you out". It was the Mafia speaking. Lucas; was a whole mafia himself. He went out of his penthouse to god knows where leaving a messed up Jeffery and a silent Parker behind.