Best Gangster Books Fiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

“You have only three days.” He turned and walked away. Where am I supposed to see fifty million in three days ? •×•×•×•×•×• “...anyway, it’s a good thing the loan sharks I borrowed from took that bad luck the moment he was released,” my aunt’s voice drifted in from outside, loud and careless. My heart thudded painfully as I listened. “I also sold him to the Bato Brothers' gang to pay off my debts from gambling,” my uncle added, his voice rough with laughter, as if talking about selling an old chair.

"But they're still part of the Wolf Gang. Aren't you obsessed with getting news about the Wolf Gang?" Angie laughed. "Yes, but if possible, I want to get information about the boss." Maxime squinted. "You're obviously crazy." "Hey, but seriously, the Wolf Gang is very famous, but no one knows who their ultimate boss really is. Rai once told me that the only members of the Wolf Gang who have ever been caught are the Made Men. The rest are just associates, mostly corrupt politicians or evil businessmen who use the Wolf Gang's influence for protection."

I rolled my eyes. Alfonso was a gangster; mafia would have suited him best but whatever. He was mostly involved in gambling and drug trafficking. He was known to be cold and ruthless. He had gained himself the name, ‘Iceman’, as he would show no emotion while torturing people who wronged him. I couldn’t believe they wanted me to lie to this man.

“Then, I’ll start first. Perhaps, you all already know who I am. I’m T the new leader of Venomous Gang. This is my trainers Captain, Cassie and this is my private assistant, Roy.” Cassie’s eyes widen in shock. Private assistant? It’s now made sense as to why she never saw him before. “So, it’s actually like that. I’ve been wondering who they are for a whole night.” The young man laughed lightly. “I’m Terry. Leader of City Goon Gang. This is my sister, Tania, and this is my right-hand man, Zero.” The man who had a scar around his neck said. His voice was hoarse as if something is hurting his throat, and his expression is even colder. Vale wanted to ask about his scar but thought against it. F

Two Days Later Donato told me about Giuseppe Lombardi, Il Grande Capo. He is a very respected man and was the father of Renzo Lombardi, who unfortunately died over a year ago. After his son's death, he retired from his position but still maintains all his businesses, some of which he has entrusted to his most loyal men. Tonight, we are going to his club, The Underworld, a place where many mobsters gather to do business, and occasionally, this ends in problems, although they always try to avoid it so as not to bother Giuseppe.

I gritted my teeth and mustered all the energy in the world to push Bennett away and thank God I did. "What do you mean by that?" He snapped and grabbed my arm again, a little more harsher and tighter. "I wouldn't disrespect me here Miss Stiles. This is not a place to cuss around. This isn't Seattle neither is this Los Angeles. You walked into my Mafia den and..." "Mafia?" My eyes widened and I blinked. "I thought it was a gang thing...but a Mafia?" I was not stupid neither was I foolish. I knew what the Mafia did. Well, not really did but the books I've read said a lot and they were real. They didn't play cards or run around in circles. They shot, tortured, kill and traffick women and child

I poured myself a glass of water and drank it in one go. Alessandro "The Devil" Costello, El Padrino. I shook my head, nope, not going to believe it unless I talk to him myself. I made my way out of the kitchen and went straight to the library. Since I had nothing to do, I settled on reading a book. I surveyed the huge library and finally found a book that seemed interesting enough to read. "Mafia and Mafiosi by Henner Hess" With a book in my hand, I walked back to Alessandro’s seat to read but halted in my steps as I saw him already sitting on it.

Alexander I stopped the car when Jay, Charlie, and James surrounded it. They really wanna die. I came out of the car. "Who's she?" Charlie asked me. He is the leader of their so-called gang. "Does that matter to you?" I was not in the mood for any fight. "Oh? She's another slut of you I guess" That was it. I took out my gun and shot him in his chest. They were terrified. They thought I'd not carry a gun to school. They are really stupid.

SECTION 1 PROLOGUE § LOUIS § “No weakness”. That had always been my motto. Taking over my stepfather's criminal organisation set me alight on a dark and fiery path. I sold drugs, I smuggled firearms into the country, and I collected debts from people who wouldn't pay up. I was the Don. Motherfuckers knew better than to cross me. I was powerful. Indomitable. People feared me. The consequence for anybody who crossed me was a bullet between their eyes...

the man hanging from the rafters pleaded, blood clotting around his mouth and running in rivulets down his back and stomach where the chains embedded. Guerrero was one of my father’s capos. He handled money, and now that money was short at the end of the year, skimmed off smartly to avoid detection and amounting to $608,000. The man swung slightly from the chains, a gold sigil glinting on his shirt. It was an open serpentine mouth with a gun muzzle sticking out of it. “Yes. I thought I did,” Father lit the tobacco between his teeth, staring up at the dangling man.