Best Gangster Books Fiction Novels & Stories

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.

“I know. They’re very notorious, from what I’ve read.” Notorious didn’t cover it. “That man you saw is part of the trafficking chain I and many other capos have been trying to break for years.” I bit the inside of my mouth to quell my anger, but nothing worked. “They deserve the worst possible penalties for everything they’ve done, for crimes like infiltrating every other syndicate to drugging, kidnapping, and raping women.” She shuddered with a look of disgust on her face. “I’m sorry you had to see that side of me, but I often lose control around fuckers like him.”

************** Chapter 1: Desperation I rushed through the crowded streets, my heels clicking on the wet pavement. Another late night, another shift at the diner. My uncle's debt was suffocating us, and I was running out of options. "Ari, you're late again," Martha, my coworker, said as I burst through the diner's door. "Sorry, Martha. Traffic," I lied, grabbing my apron. The night blurred together—endless orders, tired smiles, and pocket change tips. As the clock struck midnight, I counted my meagre earnings. Not enough. Never enough.

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.”

It's difficult to justify it. It will be slightly darker, and you'll see more from The High Rip Gang. The book is work of fiction, as well as the events in it, except for a few things here and there. However The High Rip were a real gang, Liverpool's one of the most feared groups, famous for using knives and belt buckles during their fights.

"You shouldn't have seen that. But then you have to, I want to tell you I didn't kill him without a offense. He's been going around hurting little children, killing and abusing his family. He's a bad guy" I swallowed and used the bed spreadsheet to cover my self still not able to look at him. "It wasn't me that changed your clothes, it wasn't me" He said, just as if he was reading my mind. "You've everyone for everything" I muttered. "It's.... It's one of the advantage of being a boss. A Gangstar boss and an CEO" he said plainly. My heart almost stopped beating for a while. He is a Gangstar? And the boss!? How the hell didn't I find out earlier?. That means, a Gangstar bought me, and a Gangs

I went to study in the libary, even the thought of studying gave me the creeps but I wanted to- no I needed to get new information on this gang. This gang has been on the news everyday for the last 5 months, what was the big deal about them anyway? I decided it was best if I googled it, after all I'm not gonna find anything about this gang in books from the 1930s. I typed into g****e 'hunters gang; LA

"But, we'll need Mrs Martin " "Don't worry about Blessing,I'll handle her." He fixed his jacket and stormed out… Michelle heaved and threw her head back on her chair. She liked working for the two Gangsters even in her next life she'd do anything for them. That's why she'd try anything to find the antidote for her boss. People said Gangsters are cruel and ruthless, but these two are far from that unless it's needed. ~~~

It was my job as il fantasma but as Alexia Skylar Hale, My job was to control my father's company by his side. My father was Chris Hale. The owner of the Hale company and the leader of the American mafia. We were the second most well known family because of our company. Us being in the mafia part was private. In the mafia world, we were ranked second and we were fine with it considering the family who was ranked first was my father's friend, an ally. They were the De Santis, Italian mafia. Like us, most people weren't aware of their involvement in the mafia world. Their leader, Ace, was 22 and rumors had it, he was good at his job. People were scared of him for reasons I knew all too well. I