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They all had their jackets open, hands near guns, and expressions carved from years of vendetta. Crates stood there like broken teeth, jagged and hollow. A few still smoked faintly, like they’d picked up the habit from the men now circling them. Gangsters muscled around them in slick shoes, equipped with bulletproof egos. They stood around in the ash like altar boys at a cermon, but with worse manners and better trigger fingers.

His mind raced, sifting through the intelligence he had gathered on the Sharks, hoping to find some sort of advantage, some key to this nightmare. Luckily, his memory served him well. The details about Shawn were clear in his mind. This man was nothing like Damon or Chen. While Damon was a master of strategic maneuvering, and Chen a sharp tactician in defense and offense, Shawn was something else entirely. He was a true gangster, a product of the streets. The years of living on the edge, always ready to fight for survival, had molded him into someone who thrived in the lawless world of violence and chaos. He understood, perhaps better than anyone, the brutal law of the jungle: only the stron

Lucas explained, I sat up on the hospital bed “Branded him with what?” I asked “I don't know but him being branded is sort of a Mafia thing. Who ever killed him rans a Cartel and was sending a message” Lucas explained, I covered my palms remembering how heavily guarded Vincent was, who would manage to kill him?. “And am guessing it's not Lord and his gang” I said “No it isn't. I don't even know if Lord is aware of this” Lucas said with a sign, he sat next to me looking as dejected as I felt.

He swiftly unbuttoned the top of his shirt, removed his bow tie, and looked down at the table, no longer the overconfident man he had been moments before. Andrew didn’t wait. “Understand?” Carter nodded, a slight tremor in his voice. “I understand.” “Good,” I muttered, my patience thinning. “Now let’s talk business.” Andrew slammed the document from Fang onto the table, his eyes never leaving Carter as he leaned back in his chair. "There are a lot of small gangs in this country," he began voice steady but laced with authority. "Most petty thieves, thugs, and drug sellers. But four gangs control this city and beyond. You already know the Godfather is the mafia king here."

I feel my hands sweating with nervousness. I can hear the cars stopping in front of the house. Slowly I walk to the wall-size windows, and I peak out. I am curious to see my future dear husband. One thing is for sure. He should sleep with one eye open because I might kill him in his sleep and become a black widow. I have no problem with that. I close my eyes, shaking my head. I think my books have a bad influence on me. This would be a good plot. I make a mental note to write that story. A mafia story. Who knows. It might even be a best-selling story.

.... William's gang ended up winning, and Leo, the leader of the skulls and bones gang, was booked, as well as Natasha, the leader of the spiders gang, and some important members were booked there such as deputy leaders and important pillars And, of course, William's gang imposed a lot of penalties on the two gangs, including the extradition of some nightclubs and ownership of some hotels, and the gangs did so because their failure to do so means that Leo and Natasha will remain detained.

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 paid for it at the counter and the cashier wrapped it in a recycled paper bag with the brand of their store. "Hehehe, I have a lot to read." Misha came to me smiling and carrying the new sets of W*****d-published books that I didn't hesitate to look at whatever they were. For sure, gangsters are the theme again. "You know, if there is an award for the most W*****d books, you will probably win, your library is all W*****d," I promise here. This is also abnormal, did he put his encyclopedias in the warehouse and then replace them with useless books?

Grayson frowned. Trent was a gangster who dealt in some pretty messed up businesses. He had a ton of gangsters under him who were willing to do anything. They had all given up on life. They were willing to do anything because they no longer cared, which meant that they were extremely ruthless. A lot of Maltford's elite weren't afraid of them, but they were too lazy to start anything. After all, getting on the wrong side of a criminal was much worse than getting on the wrong side of a gentleman.

I've decided to take away what's most important to him so that he can't hurt any more girls. Then, he turned around and strode out of the lobby to make a call. Sean stared, gaping, at the man who was on the phone outside the hospital, his entire body frozen in shock. A split second later, he turned to stare at Bonnie. "Your… Your friend? What does he do for a living?" "He's a gangster," Gwen answered before Bonnie could even open her mouth. "He's my boyfriend and the head honcho of all the gangs in Merchant City.