American Gangster Romane & Geschichten

They were called the Green gang because all they cared about was money which they termed 'green'. They were loud and ruthless. Their leader, a short Black man who called himself Dinero said, “Yo! Ash man! Turn yourself in.” Dinero wore green rimmed shades, and his cut off jeans where sagging from his slim waist. Ash looked him up and down before replying, “I'm sorry man, but I won't. I thought we were brothers, we run these streets together. All of a sudden, you're going to rat me out to the cops. You ain't being loyal.”

I mumble, peering at him. He nods, “Angeles Beckett, leader of Los Angeles’ most ruthless gang” he smirks, holding out his hand in a mock handshake. I look down at it, seeing the hand that always held mine in comfort, fingers that created circles up and down body parts. A hand that has killed millions and held money that wasn’t theirs. I slowly take a step forward, my eyes falling onto the man’s. He’s still analysing me, worry edged in those dark orbs. I reach him somehow and place my hand over the outstretched one, pushing it down on the desk.

Growing up around gang members, in a crime-infested neighborhood, I was no stranger to gunshots and hearing about people getting shot, but that was the first time I saw it up close, and it was a mess. "Get him to the hospital, right now!" Bammy screamed as he got off the ground and dusted off dirt off his clothes. "Those are Jason Bade's boys. They're 666 mob, and I know where they'll be," Kaz mumbled. "What the hell are we waiting for? Let's go kill those bastards!" Bammy fumed. "No, Bammy, I got this, Kaz placed a hand on his shoulder." "You got it? Who the hell do you think you are?" he slapped Kaz's hand off his shoulder angrily.

I doubt that other clans are here. "I-I will not do it again! Just don't kill me!" I can't believe Andy was able to scare X. And what scared me, even more, were the words that came out of Andy's mouth after. "You know, I'm a kind person, but that's just for people who are kind too. And I think that you're not a good one, right? Because you're a gangster! LIKE THE GANGSTER WHO TOOK THE LIFE OF MY FATHER! AND I WILL NEVER EVER FORGIVE YOU ALL. I HATE GANGSTERS!"

It had always been kinda scary too when I thought about singing in front of so many people that I don't know. But my dream came true. Sooner or later, when you least expect it. Something great will happen. I was getting ready for the day (it was 2:23 PM) in some clothing that was not for non business days. I had just finished whatever I was doing (aka stupid dealings) and I was pissed. I was annoyed. I was angry. A stupid small gang in the east part of la wanted us to sell them one of the worst illegal drugs in the world, which we accepted, and then they literally only gave us 1/4 of what they originally said they would give us.

Everything was going perfectly well in her life till the day she came face to face with her greatest enemy whose also her ex from college, Anthony Castillo. Anthony Castillo is the well known Mafia Don of the most dangerous and powerful mafia in Los Angeles called 'The Black Army'. His family and Gabriella's own family are worst enemies and the bad blood between this two powerful mafia families are well known in mafia history. Anthony is not just any normal typical mafia leader. He's bad, ruthless, dangerous, and to top it all off, he's hot and handsome and won't take no for an answer. He will do anything to take out Gabriella for her title despite their own past that they decided to hide fr

He made sure the news about Annie's did not circulate, trying everything possible not to let Alex have an idea about the dismiss of his mother, but Alex still got a hold of the full information ten years later when a journalist reached out to him. He had just gotten to his office when his secretary told him one Mr Raymond wants to see him urgently, at first Alex was reluctant to see anyone who had decided to hide his identity, but on a second thought he decided to see the man in question. "What do you want?" He asked, not bothering to look at whoever was standing in front of him as his eyes were glued to the file he was reading. "Iam here to discuss something that might interest you" Mr Raym

Krystal asked starting the conversation. The man leaned back against the back of the chair, shaking his head slowly. "You can call me Angelo. I don't like very formal, dolcezza (darling)." Krystal smirked. She doesn't need to pretend anymore. "Okay, I agree. So Angelo, what kind of cooperation do you want between the Bloods and your group, Amore?” “This is a mutually beneficial partnership, of course. I see you have very strategic places to do illicit business in Vegas and Chicago. I think those places you have can help me increase my business income. Do you agree to cooperate with me?”

Losses" they incurred are returned." Anthony turns to face to me, his face has close to five scars, one being a bullet scar. He served in the military before he joined my family." How do you plan to save her and return the money?" "That is where you come in." I state. "Okay, just tell me how this gang operates and how many of them to expect." He nods diligently as I explain to him. "That's all?" He asks like what is ahead of us is as easy as ABC. "Expect them to be armed." I add.

Torvar 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 on 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!"