American Gangster Romane & Geschichten

"The fuck y'all waiting for? Start packing’ that shit up!" For the next fifteen minutes, I stood impatiently, shifting from foot to foot. Watching as the men came up with bags and bags of cocaine, guns and ammunition. Sweet mother Mary, what the heck was Michael saving up for? Not a rainy day by the looks of it, but a freaking tsunami. The dude was on some American Gangster meets Scarface vibe. "You know, I was really looking forward to fuckin' your lil friend. We had plans for her," whispered my assaulter. "But here you come and fuck everything up."

Caused by the incident between the group of red masked men—gangsters, minions of Mafias, Mr. Hunderson, Vince, Clyde, Everleigh, and Raven were brought to hospital. Vince and Clyde both had minor injury on their head. Raven, aside from his gunshot wounds on his leg and shoulder, he got wounds on his arms and back when he protected Everleigh. They are both in not a good place inside the car, not to mention they don't have seatbelts. Raven's body was bumped around inside the car just to protect Everleigh.

Anna cried out tapping her mother fiercely. Lorenzo walked angrily to him with his gun pointed at his head. " Any last words Paolo?" Paolo began to laugh. "Fanculo la Mafia (Fuck the mafia)" he cussed out Lorenzo pulled the trigger and hot blood gushed out of the bullet hole in his head. The man fell lifeless to the ground and made a loud thump. He used a finger to wipe Paolo's blood that had splashed on his face. The smell of blood had delighted him.

"Through the reflection on the windshield, the cameras caught a blurry image of one of the drivers. So we ran a face scan of every registered criminal in the force and got link of his identity. "Angus Anderson. Growing up, he was a petty criminal in the neighborhood and got busted severally. Pretty smart kid but..." "Smart or not...He's an accomplice to murder." Natalia coldly interrupted. Jake nodded. "He disappeared after his last release. Since he was an orphan, there wasn't much fuss until a couple years ago when the DSS, FBI, CIA and every top federal security agency began a manhunt on him. "Apparently, little hood had graduated from a petty thief to an underground gangster dealing in d

Black is a person who gets very angry when someone touches his things and now I see why, dirty millionaire thief and mobster! Then I retire by locking the office, turning off all the lights and getting into the taxi that I ordered online, greeting the doorman before leaving with my heart in a fist. Carrying a secret that jeopardizes my life and the company. And Black's own head. With that information, only one thing is clear to me. It's him or me...

I had never seen her so serious, immediately, I and Evelyn got to work. "What war?" I asked Evelyn as we worked on the onions. "A new gang came in, I heard from California, they call themselves The Perez," she said, pausing to wipe her eyes from the sting the onions gave, her eyes now red, she continued, "So, the business had been rough for the Gomez recently, the Perez sealed off supply route of Gomez by taking most of those they supply here on the streets, war was brewing, and they decided to have a gang meeting, so all men gotta be there, in case a war breaks out" she said, fully explaining the situation of things.

Jamal Khan had been able to get a job as a lowly assistant gardener on the sprawling Delano estate after a long wait. He had been groomed by Gabriela’s men. The fact that he was also a druggie, heavily dependent upon ‘the juice’, as he called the drugs he took, having picked up the term from his stint with ex-cons, only aided the Perez mob.

The two people who had never met before were now intertwined in such a passionate, smutty copulation, going on and on like it was their last day on earth. The man's phone rang so many times it seemed to have become the background music to their entangled grunts and moans, but neither turned their attention to it. They were so lost in their own world, unwilling to spare anything else a dime of their time. This continued for as long as Nora could remember; the only thing she could register was this hot stranger's cock, kisses, touches, and eyes.

"Try me. Just so you know, this place is mine. No one will stop me if I want to fuck an American girl like you. They don't know you. You're not one of us." "The police will catch you and throw you in jail." "Really? Before the police come, I'll take you to my bed first. Hmm, you're really beautiful. What's your name?" Angel turned her face away when the man grabbed her chin. She could only pray to God to send an Angel to help her. She was very scared. The man was like a psychopath. He had a tattoo of a dagger and a two-headed snake along his arm. Angel was sure the man was a member of a gangster. No one dared to interrupt the man. The people who came to the bar just walked past her and didn'

Travis let out a dark chuckle, and replied after looking around amusingly, "She is my slave! Is there any problem?" My father shouted, stumbling on his words in anger, "How... how dare you..." "Not here guys!", a third voice interrupted their conversation. I looked up to see a silver-haired man, coming this way. He looked around forty, and a whiskey was hanging between his fingers. I remembered Antonio, the leader of a powerful gang in New York. He added, giving them a silent glare, "We are here for business. Don't drag your personal business here!"