American Gangster Novels & Stories

Jensen aka Romeo starts. “Don’t pretend you know how I’m feeling Jen. Aren’t you angry since you and JT no longer get to fuck around with her?” You are one of her fuck buddies. I’m just her friend and stepbrother,” Storm complains angrily. “You’re just sore she chose C.H.A.O.S. over us,” Johnathan Thomas aka Capone scoffs at his friend with his arms crossed over his broad. The man looks like the epitome of a ganger from the era of Al Capone. He is even wearing a three-piece pinstripe suit with a matching fedora. Somebody enjoys watching the classic mafia/gangster movies a little too much.

I guessed he took time to confess to his deeds. “You dare steal from Big Jim. You made me lose the edibles worth hundred thousand dollars and still went ahead to steal my money. My fucking money, boy! Finish him off Johnny. I don’t have all day” my father hollered behind me with a tone expressing rage, finishing off the remaining liquid in his cup. “Please John, I beg you. Don’t do this to me. I…” “Shhhhh…” I cut in and continued, “I’m going to make this as quick as possible, and off you go” I said with a sinister smile with the gun under his jaw.

"I already told you that. You're the one who offered yourself to me as a 'payoff', so yeah... I don't want my stuff with anyone else." Angie grumbled and elbowed Maxime hard in the waist. Maxime was shocked. "What the hell?" "How dare you call me stuff!" "Oh? You still call yourself a person? Okay, let me tell you something, what kind of human would willingly give themself up to an unknown gangster just for a news story?"

The crowd parted as he walked in, he went straight for the VIP section. Mick Gatto was already seated, one of the whores on his laps, giving him a lap dance, Mick Gatto was the Head Leader of the Russian Mafia, though he was an Australian by birth and he was here for business alone. Xavier took a seat, right in front of him. Scantly dressed waiters supplied them some strong drinks. Mick pushed the whore off his lap and she staggered away. "Hope you came with a glorious offer to appease me, otherwise this would be a waste of precious time" Mick said, he had always been the brave type.

He knew Billy was into Rose so there was no way he could let other gangsters take her away. “Punk, loud words you have there. You have no idea who I am.” The gangster glared at Gavin, trying to scare him off. Gavin narrowed his eyes and swung a slap at the gangster’s face. “I don’t care who the hell you are! Get out of my face!” Slap! The gangster was slapped. “You bastard! How dare you slap Brother Leath?!” The other gangsters clamored. Gavin rolled up his sleeves to reveal his muscles and said proudly, “I don’t care if he’s Heath Ledger or Leath Hedger. Do you know who my master is? Leave or I will break your bones!”

"Yeah, the name sounds familiar. If I had to guess, he's probably the head of a big gangster in Brooklyn." Bella closed her mouth. Her guess was the same. His appearance was not far from the gangsters in movies. Neat, arrogant, and cold. "What if you're being targeted to be kidnapped and sold into the human trafficking market?" Darrell teased. "Hey, why are you scaring me?" Bella pouted. Darrell burst out laughing. "I'm just kidding. Or maybe he's fallen in love with you. Ah, so romantic. An innocent girl chased by a ruthless and cold mafia boss." Bella sneered. Until now, she couldn't conclude Marco Vilante's intentions.

Iker ran a hand through his hair, visibly frustrated. "What makes you believe in his protection after his own men almost killed you?" Lizzy hugged herself, and her voice cracked. "The contract..." "Lizzy, do you really think Greed will keep his end of the deal? You must remember that he's a gangster, and not just any gangster, but the leader of the most powerful mafia in New York. Trusting him wholeheartedly, based solely on a contract that he could break at any moment, is complete madness." And she knew it. It was complete madness to trust someone so dangerous. But even if he broke his word, she wouldn't break hers to protect herself and her child.

Chapter 2 Angelo; In my world, traitors and snitches are a deadly sin. Unforgivable except through death. I am Angelo Fabian. The number one ruthless Mafia Don in the whole fucking casino. And everyone, I mean, every single fucking individual knows not to mess with me. Standing in front of the three dimwits kneeling before me, rage surged in me as I corked the gun. "Now, are you willing to tell me why the hell none of you bastards have captured that traitor? Do I have to rip your tongue off before I get a goddamn explanation?"

"Now, before we can create inconvenience to your schoolmates, come with us in peace!" Yvan and I glanced at each other, our eyes were communicating. We knew these a*sholes. These were our fathers' mortal enemy, one of the biggest gang in New York. The AO Gang, and the d*ckhead talking to us now was the leader's first born, Antonio Zamora, brother of Valentin Zamora. "Peace, you say!" I smirked, and before they could do something, I kicked Antonio on his stomach and he irked in pain. Yvan followed as he punched the man beside Antonio.

My fingers tighten around the phone as I stare at her message, trying to make sense of it. She’s scared. Or maybe ashamed. Maybe both. She shouldn't be, not after the nights we've spent together. So that’s it? - Liam I type, my frustration seeping through. You don’t want to be seen with me because of what I do?” - Liam Her response is instant this time. I don’t hang out with boys like you, Liam. I don’t get involved with... gangsters. -Liam The word stings more than I care to admit. Gangster. I know what I am, I’m not naive about it, but hearing it from her? That’s different.