Romans & histoires Best Gangster Novels

To say that mafia life is not boring is to have no idea. Surely the "rank and file soldiers", as I call them, have action and all those dangerous tasks that come to mind when we think of the term "mafia". The problem is that not everyone in that world is “private”. I certainly wasn't. I was the "prisoner-guest." I had been practically locked in my room for a week and except for visits from Cami and G, I was alone. At least I had my laptop to write and not go crazy. The positive part of my isolation is that I made a lot of progress in the new novel. My imagination, which previously seemed stunted, was now fired. The latest romantic incident (or whatever it was) with G had given me a needed pu

He leaned on his motor and began to read. Dear Gangster, Lucifer Cuenca, the name of the man who received and I am not ashamed. A lot is being stoned about me being a Psycho and Weirdong girl. I've been seeing you at school for a few years but you just talked to me too. I will never forget how we started talking.

Being gangsters, these people should have expected to be killed, but at whose hands. And these gangsters are not good birds. Real gangsters aren't as elegant as Marlon Brando's Godfather movies. The real American mob is a bunch of murderous, cannibalistic, bone-spitting bastards. Finally, the old black did not escape Li Jie's chase, Li Jie caught up with him from his position in the heart of the direct blast out of a punch. A blow with internal force to the common man is completely irresistible. Old black

He carried himself like an unhinged, bloodthirsty animal driven by nothing but chaos and bloodlust but the few times I interacted with him one on one, it was obvious that he was smarter than he let people see. Among her other admirers were Jason Drakatos; godfather of the greek mafia, Enzo Gonzalez; capo dei Capi of the Columbian cartel, and Chrisos Dos Santos, important head of the diamond smuggling syndicate, just to mention a few, each powerful in their own way.

I laughed at how Marco said those words so comically. “Then I said, I’m Marco. Who the hell are you? Gab was so surprised that he did not notice he was with a stranger this whole time, but he said thanks for helping him earlier. However, before we got to celebrate our newly built friendship. The people after me found Gab’s place and waited until I walked out of it. But because I wasn’t familiar with the area, I asked Gab to take me to where I could get a cab. I did not know danger was lurking outside Gab’s door when we walked out of his home. I remained cautious because I did not know who and where my enemies were for sure, but I noticed the surrounding was full of street gangsters and would

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.

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.

New York was no longer the dazzling city of skyscrapers and shining lights at night. In the past few days, it had turned into a crime-ridden battleground. Robberies were happening everywhere. Kidnappings had skyrocketed. Street gangs operating under the name of Nuovo Ordine roamed the city corners, hunting for prey. Even worse, women walking alone at night were no longer just targets of theft—they became victims of the lawless gang’s rapes. Even the police presence didn’t guarantee safety. Those who dared to patrol the streets to stop the crimes ended up becoming targets of brutal attacks themselves.

Instead of sitting there all tense listening to their meeting, I wandered over to the area near the door. There was a tall shelf filled with framed photos of them, like some sort of documentation of the Garuda Steel gang. They looked so proud in every shot, posing, hanging out, riding big motorcycles that, I was pretty sure, cost a fortune. Not everyone could afford bikes like those. They were tall and muscular, the kind of guys who really looked like they belonged on those rides. I swallowed hard, realizing this gang was way different from what I’d always imagined.

"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. ~~~