Chicano Gangster Letters Novels & Stories

Jaxon I sighed and rubbed my temples in frustration, unable to focus on the documents in front of me. My allies and I had resorted to sending faxes as a way of communicating between gangs–we couldn't risk Marino hacking us and intercepting our plans. Teddy was pretty good at his job and even he had advised us to keep it as low-tech as we could, just an extra precaution to ensure Marino wouldn't see us coming.

His face was not visible because of how dark the office was, the only source of light was a little candle light by the corner of the room. "Tell her to come closer." His deep voice rung out, his voice was laced with so much authority and command. Gabriel Santos was the most feared mafia lord to ever exist in Chicago. I never imagined a day would come when I would stand in front of the man who murdered my parents and seized my older brother as his captive. I felt anxious but at the same time, I felt like my revenge plan was taking a nice turn, I was the doctor who saved his life, I knew that he was going to treat me right because of how much he valued his life.

She felt like all eyes were on her. A new place like this interested Mina that she did not notice she already got busy looking around. The narrow street was full of old shops. There were a lot of shabby small business establishments and apartment buildings. Liang St. was actually a neighborhood of small gangs, men's bars and illegal shops. Most young guys were gathered in every corner of the narrow street, as if they were having some sort of meeting or they were just spending their time leisurely. "Oliver Sung?"

They were butchers. They were the kind of savages who would gladly show off how many people they had killed if skulls hanging from one’s belt was fashionable. While the gang Chessie led toed the line of illegality, these people had gleefully crossed the border of inhumanity. Worse even, the cartel had turned out to be structured much like a mafia family holding power beyond Chessie’s expectations.

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.

He knew Billy was into Rose so there was no way he could let other gangsters take her away. “Punk, loud words you have there. You have no idea who I am.” The gangster glared at Gavin, trying to scare him off. Gavin narrowed his eyes and swung a slap at the gangster’s face. “I don’t care who the hell you are! Get out of my face!” Slap! The gangster was slapped. “You bastard! How dare you slap Brother Leath?!” The other gangsters clamored. Gavin rolled up his sleeves to reveal his muscles and said proudly, “I don’t care if he’s Heath Ledger or Leath Hedger. Do you know who my master is? Leave or I will break your bones!”

she scolded. “I'm sorry, Bianca,” I paced back and forth in my bedroom, worry gnawing my mind. I defended, “But you know I wouldn't have reached out to you if I didn't have a big problem.” She sighed, “So what's this problem about?” “I want to know about a gang that has a star tattooed on their neck,” I described some no further details to her and asked, “Who are they?” Bianca sucked her teeth thrice, “Bad news. They are from the White Star gang, the fourth largest gang in the country. Their leader, Duncan was just released from prison a few months ago after he raped his wife's mother.”

“What the hell is your problem?!” I turned, picking my bag up from the floor. "La Eme," I said, scrunching my nose at the stench. "Mexican Mafia." "And how do you know that?" Uncle’s right-hand man demanded. I pointed to the tattoos on the corpse's legs visible under his torn jeans. "Roman numerals. Add them up, you get thirteen." I moved toward the door. "Kiss my uncle." Connor moved aside, reluctantly. “He’ll be pissed.”

I need to stop thinking and talking about him. But now that I think of it, it was weird that Mateo didn't let me sign some papers for me to not utter a word about the mafia. A sudden rush of happiness engulfed me as I thought of Mateo trusting me. He trusted me enough to not let me sign any papers. Nevertheless, I don't really mind signing it. I do understand why I should if he wanted me to.

Seven years later, I returned to Ros Aegeles and saw Lucas again. With the Lionel family’s help, he became the capo of Cosa, the Ros Aegeles branch of the Lenza Group. It was the biggest gang in Ameria. Lucas was at a grand villa that belonged to the Lenza Group’s capo. He stood at the center of the crowd with Chloe in his arms. Her flawless makeup and beautiful dress highlighted her beauty while Lucas enjoyed the admiration of his subordinates and fellow branch leaders.