Best Gangster Novels Novels & Stories

The mothers of the murderers and of the whores and murderers lived and worked in Gilles, they themselves were the fatal girls of their time. Only the city hall would dispense with potholes, because they were the veterans of the worlds of pleasure. If they allowed it, they would kill after sex, which was well taught to their own agent, the most fatal motherfucker of her time. A Magnet agent. Attacks on territories that were involved in various crimes and massacres, which took place in the city, in the midst of militia attacks and gang territorial struggles. In the midst of the struggle for territories when the last gangster who commanded that gang Merciless, in which the territory was killed

They want the Kellers dead. Devon told me they own a vast number of illegal casinos and all their alcohol is smuggled across borders. Drugs, too. I never thought I'd ever get this close to such dangerous people. In my little world, gangs and mobsters and trafficking were fictional. I've read books about them, watched movies, but it's nothing compared to being this close, to having death breathe down my neck wherever I go.

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.

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 underestimated me. “I have information that will interest you boss.” He quickly said. He must’ve noticed my hand lingering on the gun beside me. “What makes you think I want to listen to you?” I raised my eyebrow. “Everyone in the underground is talking about it. A book.” He takes a deep breath, “There’s a book that has all the secrets of all the gangs in the city. Even that of El Alma.” The mere mention of the top mafia group in Chicago grabs my attention. Even though it was mostly non-existent and hidden, El Alma remained the biggest mafia group to ever exist. It’s been around since my father was still a boy.

Calista read the contents of the article looking for evidence, but all she got was how Fernandez made the company successful because of his hard work over the past few years. "This is not what I want to know." Then Calista returned to opening keywords about gangsters and mafia in the city of Paris. (A group of Sicilian gangsters have caused chaos and harm to many parties) (Gangsters are starting to annoy the residents, who is the leader?) Some of the articles did not mention who the head of the gangster was, but Calista did get one piece of evidence that referred to the snake tattoo she saw on Alvero's hand. (The snake tattoo represents a member of the Sicilian gangsters)

He was the clandestine operative for the Bianchi Shadows, a secretive and mysterious gang known for their covert operations and manipulation of information. And then there was Gabriel Russo, whose eyes were fixed on mine. He sat very close to Deirdre. He was the leader of the Russo Ironclads, a gang known for their unrelenting pursuit of power and their ability to weather any storm. His reputation for being unbreakable in the face of adversity had earned him the nickname "Steelheart." I knew there were more adversaries present, but I didn't want to spend the night counting them. I needed to focus on the information being exchanged.

“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.”

Shayan's jaw was clenched tightly, his face a mask of cold determination. Though his expression remained blank, internally, he was like a volcano ready to erupt. The sight of the guns in the goons' hands didn't intimidate him; after all, he led a powerful gang himself.

Within the last six to nine years, there had only been six who qualified. Ethan ran the movie industry. He also did a lot of modeling and production alongside acting. He was well-known all over the world; men and women adored him. Not only was he gorgeous, but he was well-spoken, regal, and kind. That was the persona he displayed in public. The side of him they didn’t know... he was a ruthless killer. Noah ran the oil fields along with the underground mafia business with his father and Xavier. Xavier also ran his own private technology business. He was one of the most brilliant hackers in the world.