American Gangster Novels & Stories

"Maybe if we find a way to give him the body of his daughter, he will stand down?" Deangelo shot daggers at Hugo. "That's bullshit! The old peasant I just finished speaking to isn't an ordinary man. He sounded like the Devil himself, from his threats to the way he spoke." The gangsters were all looking at the woman who was standing next to him earlier. She was speaking to them, translating Deangelo's message. The gangsters screamed in happiness and lifted their guns in the air, as if they were excited about going to war.

I just need to stay positive and keep my eyes open. ---------------------------------------------- Gate Club Paris I was sitting near the bar, waiting for a man with so many guards. I knew he was a powerful man, and my boss said he had ties to the Mafia, so he must be with so many men behind him, as we saw in movies, so I kept looking at the entrance, waiting for a man like this.

Tommy cries. "Now, now, Tommy boy, we all know what would ever happen to my wife, if you got your hands on her, you and your gang members will have raped her and made her die a slow death. Do you think I will have any mercy on you? I have seen what street gangs do to beautiful women like my wife. It is too late for you to regret what you were going to do to my wife. Now be a big boy and take your punishment like you should. You see how I lack mercy. I have to admit, I feel a little sorry for you, because you did not believe that the Italian Mafia is like the Mafia of old. Oh, you gang members are so ignorant. You believe the fairy tales that we are white collar criminals, but they didn't tel

“Did Angel follow you here or has the FBI stuck their fucking nose into this already?” I followed his gaze just in time to see his sleek, black Genesis G70 sedan pulling up near the barricade. The windows were down and Angel’s face was sharp with tension as he scanned the crowd. He parked and stepped out of the car dressed in a plain black shirt and joggers. His hair was still slightly damp, sticking out. He looked straight at my car and Tomas turned to me. “Remember what I said. You need to leave. I’ll handle it.” I wanted to argue. I should go to Angel and explain everything, before he discovers them himself. But the truth was, I didn’t even know what the hell I would say.

“It took me a while to figure it out but it was worth every dollar I spent and I believe I have paid my dues and earned the right to keep this territory and the supply chain as well.” Angelo belonged to a group that experienced an internal war in Chicago, he and a few of his buddies had come down here a few months ago and they brought chaos into Los Angeles. I heard of them while I was working for my father but they were regarded as little fishes in the big pond but they have grown into something bigger.

There’s one of him fishing and a few at the beach, but nothing to give me any idea about where he lived before he enrolled at Blackthorn. Clearly, his old man left him money. Probably money he stole from the family, but nobody was ever able to find it. He wasn’t as smart as he thought, though, because he got found out. Hence agreeing to work with the feds. He was scared out of his mind knowing Bruno Morelli doesn’t take well to being robbed. No one does. But he is a guy with plenty of muscle behind him, which most people don’t have at their disposal.

"Then I'll send one back. Written in blood." I rose from my chair, the scrape of wood against marble echoing through the room. My hand gripped the edge of the desk as I stared at the screen showing the captured hitman, alive but not for long. Nicolas's jaw tightened. "We tracked his movements. He was fast planned to be out of the city within the hour. Professional. But our men have him now. He won't talk, though. Trained, probably South African ties. Definitely hired." "Anyone who tries to hurt my daughter doesn't get to talk," I said flatly.

The light-filled city is lonely and a bit quiet but I can only hear the noise of this car. It is almost like we are the only thing moving in this huge city. He said he is going to kill. I looked at him. He is focused on the road. He is never going to change, is he? It is almost like killing is one of his professions. I mean he is a gangster. Gangsters don't change, do they? I moved my eyes to the road, thinking about his health. He doesn't seem to care about that. Because tell me why a sick person would be driving himself to wherever just to kill his offenders?

Kian left the room. He rushed to the basement parking. When he got inside his car, he rang someone's phone number. The call was instantly received. "I need a business suit, Ms. Kim." ------------ A tall and good looking man in a business suit was escorted to the office. The bodyguards opened the door, he entered. James Kang greeted him and made him sit down. He then leaned his back on the chair. "If it's not for a 500-million-dollar deal, I wouldn't accept his business proposal. There's a lot of good pharmaceutical companies all over the world."

I saw a ghost of a smile on his face like it was a happy memory and my chewing seized as I looked at Octavious who had just admitted to me that he killed someone, "I didn't think twice and didn't hesitate. I felt absolutely nothing as I pointed the gun to Billy's head and shot him twice." He shrugged casually, easily lifting the spoon to my mouth but I couldn't part my lips, frozen and shaken to the core at his confession. He didn't react, but I knew the fear was evident on my face, "anyways, the bottom of the story is, we took over the gang and we ended up killing a lot of people. I was thirsty for blood while your father got cold feet and wanted to back out. If you remember, my little star