American Gangster Novels & Stories

He plants a kiss on my forehead and cups my chin, lifting my head up so our gaze meet. “They don’t just ship firearms in the crates, Lily,” he answers simply. Ahh…I get it now. How naïve I was to think that the world of the mafia is a clear cut between black and white, I had forgotten that there are shades of grey too. There will be cannabis in those crates. I take in a deep breath and bite my lower lip. “Doctor Antonio said you’re not supposed to travel yet. Let me go in your stead.” Kane’s eyebrow arches at my suggestion and he rests his chin on my head as he contemplates my offer. A moment of silence passes by us and I take my hands out of his pocket. Maybe I shouldn’t have overstepped my

But these five members were very dangerous and it was no surprise that the gang was on the top of the mafia list for five consecutive years, from the year it was formed. The gang had hard and difficult rules for its members and did not allow anyone to instruct or control them, all the decisions taken were agreed upon by each member. But the only person who could give orders to the members was ‘ZERO’-the leader and head of the gang. Mr. Zero was under covers and no one knew anything about it. The face, identity, the property was all hidden perfectly. No one even the members did not see their leader once or twice a year. He would rarely come for missions or meetings. But one thing was undoubte

Angelo's smile widened as he cooperatively said his response again, “I said, you can’t hang up a child like a coward you know?” “HA! We are not cowards, you fucking weakling but then who would you like for us to gang up with? You!” After that, he paused and became silent, his eyes lingered in Angelo's body for a moment before his eyes flashed a meaningful light. He smiled and continued to say, “Don’t tell me, you wanted to join us too? If you want to join, might as well say it, you don’t need to make such a fuss. Look at what you have done!” the not so handsome face of the leader of the gangsters had once become wretched that the corner of Angelo lips to slightly twitch in disgust.

Denver swiftly stands up when hearing his inane notion. "At least I can find someone who is not a criminal," he audaciously let it all out from his mouth. The Don's veins are pumping in his answer. He has a face to tell he's a criminal even with all this assistance. Angelito wants to be a hostile animal. No one tells him he's a criminal, not even his father and his victims—only this cry baby. His hands clutch in extreme anger; however, he adjusts himself in this situation. His tongue is so sharp, sometimes.

Before Angela could say a thing, Hogan yelled, “Don’t you f*cking leave! “What? You think you call the shots now? Open your damn eyes and see who these three gentlemen are—they’re known among the gangs!” Javier was honestly left speechless by Hogan’s pomposity. He was so inexperienced that he had called the thugs gentlemen. What a coward! If thugs were gentlemen, the people involved in the mafia would have to be lords, would they not? Javier had yet to respond when Angela spoke up. “Hogan Davey, what do you want? This is a lawful society, and there are policemen patrolling the streets. If they see you—”

Whatever Blake was finding and recording was being screened on her laptop as if it was a mirror and judging by the fact that her and Blake worked together; it was only normal for their devices to be linked “what we need to do first is have you working legally, as cop or a special agent” “And how would you do that?” Anastasia asked frowning in confusion. “You and I are going to Vegas. There’s the mafia’s family gathering. Three members of the Russian and English families are cops and they all work together alongside the mafia. We’ll see if they can give you a badge and take you under them for you to be work legally and under the protection of your law and badge, and knowing who the men are; I

Jordan pushed her aside and walked closer to Austin, looking at his face as he arrogantly sized him up. "And you know what I did brother? … I banged your wife so many times and damn! It felt good. Mh!! The only pathetic thing she did was moan your name when she spread her stinky legs for me!" Jordan spat, not realising that the brown eyes were now turning red from anger. The hand around the gun turned white. Right there and then he kicked Jordan ferociously…such that he broke the door and landed on the passageway. The gangster in him was unleashed… The maid gathered around when they heard something break. The sight before them was bloody and even bloodier when they saw Jordan fly above the s

I want to live in the moment, but it’s hard to keep my feelings at bay. I mean, look at the guy. He’s fucking gorgeous and thoughtful and caring. He was brute at times, domineering and self-assured, but beneath all those layers of negativity his profession entails was a kind heart. Honestly, I don’t mind that he’s a gangster, or he’s in the mafia anymore. I thought Tony was on the good side, but he was worse than the people he put behind bars. “If it were up to me, I would keep you here,” Kai put a stop to my rambling thoughts. He downed the contents of his wine glass and set it beside the board, his long legs stretched out wide as he leaned back on his hands.

Agent Three, Daniel, stayed alert on my side wearing sunglasses and taking my hand in his when potential suspects, members of the gang whose leader we were about to catch, walked past us. It was a cloudy day in Manhattan, New York. We had planned to catch Antonio Fazio, a dangerous gang and drug ring leader. Rumors of his goonies murdering, raping, torturing people who wanted out from his business were circulating since the past few months. I wanted to catch him alive and question him so we could get the whole nest of drug ring leaders present in Manhattan. We planned to storm him in the club, catch him red-handed with enough evidence to get the death penalty. Sliding my hand in the coat poc

There was no knowing how many rounds, bang, bang, and when the pistol stopped designing, Li Jie, hiding in another window, saw all four of them changing their magazines. Li Jie felt a toothache, these gangsters are too unprofessional, even one breath four people all shot out the bullets. After all, it's only the small gangs that deal in hashish, and the really big gangs do the big business of Kal Caine. How many elites can a small gang have? African-American gangs, in particular, pick up guns and never aim