American Gangster Parents Guide Novels & Stories

"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.

He's the only heir to the Harding family, which is also known as one of the largest mobsters in one of our country's neighbors. “Looking for a psychiatrist for your Omega isn't going to fix this problem!! You know, he did something a while back that brought up some pretty deep stuff from your past. Andrew put in a lot of work to get your act together! You think he'll be seeing a psychiatrist and everything will be better in, like, two shakes of a lamb's tail? Look at yourself!” Father spoke fast and half shouted. I could see his face harden and redden, the veins around his neck popping. He is angry.

My mom is going to be so proud of me for landing a rich man, that's all she ever wanted for me, "But... it's..." "Is it dirty money?" I ask, Justin looks at me as if he can't believe I said that, "Hey, don't be scared. I'm your mate, I'll keep my mouth hush-hush forever and ever. What is it, drugs? Underground wolf fights? Thievery? Mafia? Gang stuff? I bet that's why those guys showed up. They're your gang? What's the name of the gang? My brother got caught in a gang once, but he got kicked out. Maybe it was yours. Justin, why do you look like that? Is it worse than gang stuff? Oh, shit. Are you a killer? You can trust me, just say it!"

"Our academy has created a system to improve the education of children, Donna Moretti. They require an activation command to be woken up, and with this command, they will never disobey you in any way. Isn't obedience the law of survival in a Mafia famiglia, Donna Moretti?" Mamma nodded as the realization dawned on her. Dario pushed his way forward. He was a year older than I was and had always made a game of teasing me. He would get the better of me back then, and I would chase him throughout the house. Mamma would eventually scold us both, while Papa would furrow his brow and say that the Moretti famiglia shouldn't be so rowdy. "Go bark like a dog for me, NS-5!" I instantly shrank my neck,

He barked. A small smile came to my lips. “Thinking about you and our son is what made me want to keep surviving despite them torturing me.” I said, “How is my little boy?” Alphonso smiled. “Your sister actually was a good mother to him; she even enrolled him in day care and was thinking of getting him to join kindergarten next year.” My grip on his hand tightened out of anger. How dare he praise her right in front of me? The doctor knocked on the door and said, “Mr. and Mrs. Gambino, the tests we have done on Mrs. Gambino show that…” He paused.

Quietly, so she was barely heard, Gianna told him, “You don’t have to talk about this if you don’t want to.” “I have to,” Dante offered. “So you understand, I have to tell you everything.” He cleared his throat and took a long drink of his water. “Anyway, you know personally that it’s standard policy that business owners and anyone running anything pays a protection fee to the gang who runs their streets. My parents did it for a while, a couple of years, but when the gang lost control of their thugs, said thugs started trying to get more from my parents and tons of others. My parents said no, eventually, and they got killed for it.”

His brilliant, strong, fearless daughter was gone, and she had left a void no-one could fill. His only son, Pedro, was in jail, serving time for sending a man to coma. Pedro was not useful to him in a way. He was just the son who spent his father's money. He had no brains for business or schooling. He was always falling into one mischief or the other. He had let him stay in jail because he was frustrated. He hoped with a few months in, he'll become sober and perhaps more serious. His only other daughter, Beatrice, was not one to depend on either. She was impulsive, making moves without strategy or making no moves at all. He had thought Abigail would be able to teach her some good business sk

His voice was filled with sincerity. I nodded, urging him to continue. "I was born into this life, Isabella. It was never a choice I made. My father was the head of our Mafia family, and when he passed away, the responsibility fell on me. I tried to escape it, to leave it all behind, but it always pulled me back in. This is my destiny, and I can't escape it." Tears welled up in my eyes as I listened to him, trying to process everything. How could someone be born into such a life, with no choice but to follow in their family's footsteps?

street Is not easy as you think” Felix said, “You are right dad, but we have been rocking the street before you come out of prison, but I promised, I will be careful” Anita said, “I understand, but I'm not happy because I'm already quitting the street” Felix said, “don't worry about me, I will be extra careful, after all, I'm not participating, but just eating street money Anita said, and she hugged her dad tightly, “be aware of the danger that lay ahead” Felix said, "I will, Dad. I promise." Anita said,

Zera nods, thinking that they can't take Josh's gun because there are too many of them and if they take what one has, the others won't think twice about shooting them. "Then what about you?" Gavin asked Xanti. "My dad is a mafia. Since I was a kid he turned me to be a monster. He trained me to kill," Xanti said making them goosebumps except for Gavin. Xanti's friends didn't know that, they only knew that the young man was talented because he was good at fighting. "What is the mafia?" Gavin asked in a whisper to Zera but they also heard they couldn't stop shaking their heads. "Those are highly illegal people and most of them are motivated by money and violence. You can't get them either. So a