Best Gangster Novels Novels & Stories

Whoever that bastard was, he had a lot of things coming for him and he would regret it sooner or later. ELENA'S P.O.V The night had been short and it's a clear indication that the day was going to be much longer. Carolina had already left for work and as such, I was left alone in the room. Gathering up my files, a particular document caught my eye. It was a profile on Ciro and from all indication, I haven't read this part since I took the case. Having a thorough glance at it, I was amazed to discover that Ciro once spare headed a gang named the skull, who are presumed to be the most deadliest gangsters in the world. I could only imagine how everyone in his gang would act.

Just then, we hear Neo starting to approach, there are two other voices, and a brief gun battle starts. I hear a thug trying to wrestling Neo down. “Look at this goddamn idiot. Walking straight into our hands.” “Who is you goddamn idiot.” “This is fucking hilarious,” The thug bursts out in laughter, “Our new mafia boss has the dumbest crew members.” They are creating a long enough distraction to get us in. “Let's go.”

I poured myself a glass of water and drank it in one go. Nikolai “The Devil” Costello, El Padrino. I shook my head, nope, not going to believe it unless I talk to him myself. I made my way out of the kitchen and went straight to the library. Since I had nothing to do, I settled on reading a book. I surveyed the huge library and finally found a book that seemed interesting enough to read. “Mafia and Mafiosi by Henner Hess” With a book in my hand, I walked back to Nikolai's seat to read but halted in my steps as I saw him already sitting on it.

If Rayna wanted to flirt, she could, but I wouldn’t be hiding behind him this time. Hunter’s Range Rover purred beneath us as we sped down the quiet road, the city blurring past. He didn’t talk much during the drive, his hands gripping the wheel tightly, his jaw set. As we pulled into the compound, the air around us seemed to shift. The gang’s headquarters was housed in a converted warehouse dark glass, steel walls, and rows of matte-black motorcycles and high-end cars lining the lot. Armed men stood at the gates, giving curt nods as Hunter passed.

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)