Chicano Gangster Letters Novels & Stories

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.

I said after a while of ignoring him, he had a small smile and looked relieved that I finally talked to him. "Yeah?" I looked over at the people once again that were here before making my statement, I hope I don't sound stupid after this. "None of these people look...client-ish?" I couldn't find the word to describe them, they had tattoos that were peeking out from their collars and hands, just like Ant. Some of them had some on their faces, didn't that hurt? "That's because they aren't. This is a gang initiation Fiore, be on guard," this can't be happening now, I didn't even drink anything yet.

“It’s the most violent Hispanic gang in the United States. It’s run by the Mexican Mafia. Shit, Gabby, how can you not even know what MS13 is?” With a shrug, I answered, “Well, clearly, I don’t run in the same circles as you.” “Fuck me,” he murmured, glancing around the hallway in confusion. “You really didn’t sic Mad Manny on me, did you?” “Umm, no.” I crossed my arms over my chest, ready for an apology. “I really didn’t. And I’m sure I couldn’t even afford one even if I did want to scare you off.” “No,” he said slowly before his eyes widened. “Maybe you couldn’t. But I’m sure that fancy, rich boyfriend of yours could.”

“They are mere thugs. They molest the public and extort others. We may be wild, but nobody ever achieved success in the underground mafia society being a saint.” As soon as he finishes those words, the gangster attacks me. He has a tattoo on his forehead and neck, “baby Yahoo” clearly written in italic with worn-out ink. He is chubby and clumsy in his attacks, but his moves are lethal and deadly. He throws punches as if he wants to overwhelm me with rush and adrenaline. The man they put in front of me is built like a wall. Bare chest, scars running across his skin, eyes filled with nothing but hunger for violence.

If not for him, that man would surely be a feast of laughter, as he would rise and shine naked in the middle of the crowd. ‘It was a secret for others that I handled a gang called “LACIDO”. It was formed with the idea of Patrish and me when we had a conversation about the possible name of the gang we would create. It's quite funny, right? It would be more believable if I said I created I with Exequiel.