American Gangster Novels & Stories

"Where the hell is the waitress?" "Keep your voice down," Miguel remarked. The Miami syndicate was well known for their brutal tactics, but certainly none greater than those in New York. Still, the Garcia family was highly respected among the various kingpins. I took a sip of my drink, keeping my own rage at bay, noticing that the fifth in our group was paying zero attention, preferring to text on his phone, no doubt to his agent. Kelan Rock preferred his life as a movie star to accepting his role as the up and coming Don of Los Angeles. I had a feeling the man would have a difficult road in the future.

“If they find you… I can’t let that happen.” “Dangerous?” I asked, my mind racing back to the ugly faces of my attackers. “What did I do to them?” “You don’t understand. They are part of a gang, and they will do anything to get what they want. Even the police fear them, sometimes even work for them. They're serious about finding you. I don't know what crime you committed agaibst them. They fucking hate Americans over here.” “I’m not American!” I blurted, desperate to keep my cover intact. “I’m Arabian.”

“Highs where I feel invincible. Where I take risks, get aggressive, act without thinking. And then lows. Dark, crushing lows. Where everything feels hollow. Useless.” I stared at him, unsure what to say. “I’m not telling you this for pity,” he said. “I’m telling you because you deserve to know who I really am. Not just the gang leader. Not just the man who brought you here. But this—this mess.” He took a deep breath.

They came to Chicago with 100 dollars and nothing but dreams; this empire was built on blood, sweat, and tears. We all knew it was an ambush that killed Pops, but who? I still haven’t managed to find them. He left for a meeting and ended up fucking dead. When Armando Volkov said he wanted a meeting to call a truce, I said fine, but I never believed he wanted to call a truce. So when he pulled out the gun, I wasn’t fucking surprised. When he started shooting not just at me but everyone else, I knew he was fucking crazy.

Janus asked again, “What's the background of this new gang?” Angus replied, “The new gang is called Burning Angel. They're mostly African-Americans and some Latinos from Brooklyn and downtown. It's said that Italians are backing them. Now that the Italians are gradually stepping back and avoiding direct conflict, they don't want to give up this profit, so they're supporting a group of ruthless African-Americans to form this gang…” Janus asked, “Did they beat you up? Is that how you got those injuries on your face?” Angus said with frustration, “Yes. They came to collect protection money, and when I couldn't pay, they beat me up. They gave me a deadline of until tonight. If I can't give them

Alexander I stopped the car when Jay, Charlie, and James surrounded it. They really wanna die. I came out of the car. "Who's she?" Charlie asked me. He is the leader of their so-called gang. "Does that matter to you?" I was not in the mood for any fight. "Oh? She's another slut of you I guess" That was it. I took out my gun and shot him in his chest. They were terrified. They thought I'd not carry a gun to school. They are really stupid.

He took a step forward and knelt down, placing a bouquet of white roses in his father’s grave and as he did so, he touched the stone and whispered an oath before him. “I swear, Papa. I will avenge your death. I will murder that son of a bitch Anton Chernikov and restore our family’s glory. I will also bring back your favorite daughter Anastasia and look after the family’s legacy.” Instead of tears there was fire in his eyes. He turned around to meet his wife and his little children as a newfound vision. Yes, he would not let his family’s legacy turned into ruin. As the eldest he bore a new responsibility. He knew from then on he and his family would have to move back to the main manor as it

"Yes Jam, You're the one on my list who insulted Amira that I will repay." "WEH ?! You're scary to me! I've been kind to him too!" Jam said. "Yes I know that. You did the right thing Jam. I'm glad I met you, Amira's luck because she had friends like you." He said, "How was your life then?" Charlotte suddenly interjects. The two looked at each other and Ely laughed. "How! Tell me! You owe us a lot of stories!" Charlotte added again. "Dear Gangster .." It started and Charlotte and Jam laughed. "I'm the son of a Gangster, Gun man. Murder, all crimes committed by Papa. But he committed a crime against his heart. To rape my mother Arra, I lived in hardship. Unlike Amira who saw a luxurious life.

“I promise.” I placed my hand in her face. God I loved this girl so fucking much it hurt. “We’re not who you think we are Mil. We live two very different lives, one you’ve already seen and the other is hidden.’ I stopped taking a deep breath before I continued. ‘We’re not like you and Kacey Mil. Me and Orlando come from a different world from both of you. We have many enemies that either want it, take us out and ruin us or just kill us. We’re one of the biggest English mafia groups here, the Hemings a close second. We deal in drugs and firearms. The Hemings are our rivals, they hate us and they really hate us. Last night we had a shipment coming in. We both told Fletcher something was very w

"I don't stay here all the time. I travel a lot; I came to L.A. regarding a deal when I first saw you." "Oh. You're full of surprises. But why kill people?" "Hmm... No, I'm a very dangerous person, Angelina. I just like to keep the fear of my name constant in a person's mind. I am a bad person, too bad for someone like you." "Why—" I dreaded asking the question, but continued anyway, "Why don't you leave this behind?" "Leave what?" His gaze snapped to mine, and he replied curtly. "This. The mafia business, or whatever you call it. It's bad, Danzel. Killing is bad. You are not doing any good if you keep killing people, good or bad, it doesn't matter."