Best Gangster Books Novels & Stories

After that, he grabbed hold of Bea’s hand and he glared at Brandon, a final warning before he left the place wordlessly. Even though Brandon was usually a very ruthless man, being in the contempt of Gerald made him so timid that he dared not even breathe too loudly around him. For one, he was shocked by how brutal Gerald was when he beat up his men. Also, Gerald seemed to have completely disregarded Jeremy as they spoke. This made Brandon feel as though Gerald was not a mere simpleton. After all, how did these gangsters make their living? Was their income based on their territory? Obviously not! To put it bluntly, gangsters must’ve been relying on their connections to make a living!

"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. ~~~

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.

And they have already begun to censor the surroundings. Zach went first and pretended to have someone to talk to inside, only now there was a guard at the entrance of the Battle Underground. "I just have someone to talk to inside," Zach said calmly to the four guards, gangsters as well. The two looked at him with a doubtful look. "Who are you going to talk to, Dos?" Zach's name is Dos in Gangsters World. "I'll just talk to Uno," The four gangsters looked at each other as if something was planned, and he didn't make a mistake when they suddenly released katanas.

You could have shot that idiot and nothing would have happened. -You're a nasty, G- I murmured. –And on top of that, you don't help me with the book. I have to finish it the sooner the better. And I have to change the names of everyone, otherwise, everyone will know that it is an autobiography and we cannot make the existence of the mafia public.

My fingers tighten around the phone as I stare at her message, trying to make sense of it. She’s scared. Or maybe ashamed. Maybe both. She shouldn't be, not after the nights we've spent together. So that’s it? - Liam I type, my frustration seeping through. You don’t want to be seen with me because of what I do?” - Liam Her response is instant this time. I don’t hang out with boys like you, Liam. I don’t get involved with... gangsters. -Liam The word stings more than I care to admit. Gangster. I know what I am, I’m not naive about it, but hearing it from her? That’s different.

Each step I took felt heavier under their scrutiny. “She’s stunning,” someone murmured. “Who is she?” another voice asked, laced with suspicion. Ivan’s grip tightened as he leaned in close, his breath warm against my ear. “Keep your head up, Lilah. Show them you’re not afraid.” I wasn’t sure if it was a command or reassurance, but I obeyed. My chin lifted, and I forced my legs to steady as we moved deeper into the crowd. Ivan greeted powerful men whose names I recognized only from whispered rumors. They were kings of their criminal empires, exuding an air of danger that was both alluring and terrifying. Among them was Nicolas Ricci, the Italian mafia boss, his sharp features and cold smirk m

If he’d known I was on a rampage, he wouldn’t have promised me a visit from his crew. He’d spat blood and promised that his death wouldn’t go unavenged. I’d snarled back that I wouldn’t expect any less. The fucker didn’t get another breath after that. He’d been a name we crossed off the hit list. One of the major players sniffing around the Grand Marlow hotel with connections to the syndicate. The syndicate wasn’t just an individual, but a disease spread across half the city, rotting it from the inside out. Trafficking, smuggling, blood money. If you cut off one limb, another would reach out.

“What!? But you said we were staying another week!” “I changed my mind.” Because if I stayed one more hour here, I’d go looking for Anastasia again. And that would be a disaster. Alex gripped the wheel. “Boss… the gangsters you killed at the club—did you find out who they belong to?” “Roosevelt Mafia Family,” I said calmly. Alex’s face was drained of color. “They’re the ones funding the drug trafficking in Europe and America. My spies confirmed they orchestrated the New York mayor’s murder.”

Brown said calmly, and Dorian stopped, turning and facing the window while he thought. “Is… is Lyra a gangster?” he asked. “What did she become?” he thought aloud, turning around to face Brown.