Best Gangster Novels Novels & Stories

Sold To A Gang Leader [He owns her] . . (Locked) Unknown's POV "What the hell happened here?" The boss exclaimed wide eyes as he saw Bobby and zazzi lying down dead on the floor. "Who did this to them?" He asked out in anger but I remained silent. He hasn't even seen Matthias body yet. What is he gonna do once he finds he's son's dead body on the floor? I thought. "Answer me!! Who did this to them??" He roared out.

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.

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

In fact, there wasn’t much different about them at all, except for their modes of operation. So it was stupid to think that removing Gia from the equation, would have removed Infinite as well. Infinite had been on the cusp of true power before Gianna had even opened her clinic. Maddox had been making power moves ages before Dante had met Gianna. And inevitably, Dante had always know, right from the start, that leading a gang meant one thing and only one thing. He’d always know, from the very first day, that gangs inevitably fought each other. Gangs grappled for power. And when one gang faded, another rose up.

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.