Best Gangster Books Novels & Stories

Shayan's jaw was clenched tightly, his face a mask of cold determination. Though his expression remained blank, internally, he was like a volcano ready to erupt. The sight of the guns in the goons' hands didn't intimidate him; after all, he led a powerful gang himself.

Charlie Brown knew what was going through everyone’s minds - the sudden rise in crime in this city had to have something to do with one or all of the major mafia gangs. But those guys were careful and meticulously planned their crimes in such a way that nothing could be traced back to them, so far the FBI had found nothing on them. As Halloway always said “In order to be a good agent, you’ve got to be able to think like a crook and anyone that knew the Mafia families well enough also knew that they had to commit a crime to cover up an organized crime which most times would lead to a slip up. Although it was going to be really hard, Charlie knew that she just had to be a little patient becaus

“What do you want?” “Come have dinner with me. I feel lonely.” My father all but cried out. I was way past annoyed now. How in the Hell was he the most feared Drug Lord in the States? How. Just how?! This was mind-boggling. “Call Nicoli to join you. I’m busy” “I want to spend time with my daughter, not that old fart!” My father complained. In the background, I could hear noise, and then came the sound of a door slamming.

I retort back. "Anyways, as I can see, you're taking the truth very optimistically, I don't find a reason to hide it from you anymore. Anna, these Red Skulls and Rivas or Cosa Nostra, they all are mafia gangs who runs the illegal trade including all the dirty work for example- robbery, drug smuggling, human trafficking, assassinations and of coarse abduction for heavy ransom." He explains me and to say, my ears go deaf and brain stops functioning, it would be an understatement. I blink my eyes quite a few times to make myself believe in what I just heard.

He muttered as she sniffed. “You want an explanation?” He asked and she nodded. “Okay. Apart from being a Xanders family and having access to wealth, I do illegal things. I do money laundering, large scale drug trafficking, I sell weapons, sometimes I go undercover as a hitman, and other illegal things. I am a gangster, same as Scott and we are a mafia.” He explained. “You work as a hitman?” “Yes. Sometimes I am hired to kill people.” “Why?” She whispered.

Iker ran a hand through his hair, visibly frustrated. "What makes you believe in his protection after his own men almost killed you?" Lizzy hugged herself, and her voice cracked. "The contract..." "Lizzy, do you really think Greed will keep his end of the deal? You must remember that he's a gangster, and not just any gangster, but the leader of the most powerful mafia in New York. Trusting him wholeheartedly, based solely on a contract that he could break at any moment, is complete madness." And she knew it. It was complete madness to trust someone so dangerous. But even if he broke his word, she wouldn't break hers to protect herself and her child.

Taking a deep breath, she braces herself and opens the thick envelope left behind by her mother. Page after page, note after note, and Devyn realised that she didn’t know who her mother was at all. Eden Devynne was a popular blues and jazz singer in the 80s, mostly popular within the Italian underworld. She rubbed shoulders with the Cosa Nostra as if they were her family as well and was respected in the circles. No man touched her because she was the mistress of Luca Bianchi, the mob boss and Capo of the Chicago Outfit. But from what she has read, the Outfit had been destroyed by the Russians a few years ago. There were no heirs left, except for Devyn.

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

2 The first murder happened on New Year’s Eve—Gregorian calendar, not Chinese. The police wrote it off as gang violence, but even they knew it was too grisly for gangs. At least that was the word around the deli counters and bars of Little Italy. In Chinatown, nobody talks about the gangs. Certainly not with white guys who smell like pork. The underground gambling parlors in my neighborhood are all run by rival Chinese gangs overseen by the tongs, semi-legitimate Benevolent Associations. Above these groups are the international triads, organized crime syndicates that rival the Italian mafia with deep roots in Chinese secret societies and Southeast Asian drug cartels.

Hello fams, the gang leader and I remain some few chapters before coming to an end. I updated chapter seventy- seven before chapter seventy- six, sorry for that. The journey of ' the gang leader and I' have been great so far, I hope you guys enjoyed it like I did. Thanks for voting, reading and please do not forget to leave a review. I am so very open to reviews..... There will be more of Leo's POV almost till the end of the book.