Best Gangster Books Novels & Stories

Seven years later, I returned to Ros Aegeles and saw Lucas again. With the Lionel family’s help, he became the capo of Cosa, the Ros Aegeles branch of the Lenza Group. It was the biggest gang in Ameria. Lucas was at a grand villa that belonged to the Lenza Group’s capo. He stood at the center of the crowd with Chloe in his arms. Her flawless makeup and beautiful dress highlighted her beauty while Lucas enjoyed the admiration of his subordinates and fellow branch leaders.

Romano's hand flew up to her mouth. "Oh my, w-what is that?" Antonio abruptly stood up and stomped one foot onto the chair. "That's a mark of the mafia. A friend of mine who used to be in the mafia told me only members who've spilled blood earn a scar like that." Spittle flying, he pointed at my nose and cursed, "Enzo Moretti, you'd better come clean—have you done time before? Did you get that scar in a mob fight?" I frowned and pulled my sleeve down to cover the scar.

He took a step forward, ready to hug her but decided against it at the last minute. “Tell me what you know,” he demanded. Emma paused, then nodded and told him everything the chauffeur said. While Emma was speaking, Roy was searching through his iPad for the record of all the gangs in the city, then picked out three whom he knew would be capable of seeking death. “Master, I’ve looked through the record. Inferno gang, scorpion gang, and Double head gang. Those are the most stubborn gangs in the whole of Nairaland who would dare to kidnap a controversial figure like Madam.”

I asked with a calm expression. “Do they need a reason to?” he asked with a question, and without waiting for my comeback, he continued, “They are gangsters, of course, they would want to look for the drugs, given the fact that most syndicates depend on such thing to survive.” He added, Shocked, “Really, that’s your conclusion?” I asked him. “Well …” he signed impatiently, “Yes,” “Ugh! Then I guess you’re stupid,” I blurted out,

He came back stronger, more powerful, and oofy than he already was and the feather in his cap was his criminal badge. Evelyn had never thought of Dylan becoming a Mafia and the worse part was that he wasn’t a simple gangster but the Mafia Lord of America. She was aware of the Night Stalkers. They were the most deadly and cynical criminal gangs but what was more terrifying was their leader. Each and every soul in America was cognizant of how ruthless and cunning he was.

He turned his gaze towards Max, and it was as if he carried the secrets of the world within his eyes, a knowledge that transcended their shared past. ** In the shadowy underworld of the city, Francisco was a name that sent shivers down spines. As the leader of the gangsters, he ruled with an iron fist, his reputation preceding him wherever he went. He was ruthless, callous, and unapologetic in his pursuit of power and control. Killing, drug dealing, property jacking, money heists, and drug supply were all part of his dark repertoire. Francisco's reach extended even to the corridors of power, where he subtly manipulated the government to serve his interests.

They incited a massive gang war among the major gangs in Australia at the time, and the Ghost Gang took advantage of the chaos, becoming the largest organized crime group in Australia. These were all the experiences Marcus had in Australia during those years. Henry's investigation was very detailed, and he found all the evidence Mr. Marcus had destroyed. It was gruesome and cruel... A world of slaughter.

he cursed. As George's subordinate sprang into action, disarming the assailant with a swift, decisive move, his eyes blazed with fury at the cowardly act of violence against his boss. Who would have thought that these cowards would bring a gun? Fuck! Guns are prohibited right now due to the war between the two mafias, but now this man has a gun! With a low growl of anger, he spat out a curse at the man responsible, his words dripping with contempt and righteous indignation.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the block, another gang leader was about to wreak havoc on another enterprise. His name was Asher Mason, but everyone called him Ash. He was tall and lean but still with enough muscle to indimidate people if and when he wanted. He had brown hair, a sculpted jaw, full sensual lips and green eyes. Many women came onto him, wanting to be his baby mama or mistress, but he sent them all away. His gang, called the Sopranos, was also another gang to be feared in Ganghaven. At first, people hadn't taken them seriously, but after Ash had singlehandedly put eight men in the ICU without any weapon, people had learned to respect them.

She noticed Gonzalo sitting at the one-seater sofa, with his favorite guns in front of him, like everybody else in the entire estate who's alert and carrying high-powered guns. "Those idiots are the Street Thugs. That gang was founded thirty years ago by one of the most notorious criminal New York has ever known. They are violent people involved in a lot of low-profile crime, they were never this bold." Darryl responded. "Someone gave them the balls to do this. Someone who will benefit when the city falls into chaos." Gonzalo stated. Darryl knows that look well. Gonzalo is thinking, figuring out who is responsible for the current state of the city in his mind.