Chicano Gangster Letters Novels & Stories

They painted across the night, their strokes huge and furious until the letters screamed visible even from blocks away: BLOOD IS THEIR INK. And below it, in smaller scrawl, a prophecy of their own: RICO IS THE PEN. The city looked up. The bosses looked out their windows. The line between myth and rebellion blurred. The interview was no longer just a confession. It was revolution.

Her thoughts were all about punishing Carrillo's shooter and nailing down everyone belonging to a gang. “Not particularly everyone. You haven't heard of the Gustavo Clan?” Carrillo asked, wearing a smile on his face. “Who doesn't know them?” “They're ghosts, you can't find them. You only summon them. They've been trading for ages, when you get the Gustavos, everyone's going to be scared of you excluding the Legend Bikers.” “Why's that?” “Because you don't know how deep they are.” Carrillo raised his hand pointing at the door, the Doctor was standing there folding her arms.

The first time I allowed myself to feel, it nearly destroyed me silly. I need some shit to distract me. I turn back to my laptop, pulling up an email I had to act on. Three images appear on the screen. The first shows Mr. La Rosa, Cara’s father, standing beside a Japanese man whose attire and demeanor scream Yakuza. A Japanese mafia. The second captures Mr. La Rosa again. But this time, handing a file to a man. The emblem on the man’s jacket gives him away as a member of the Gambino family. They were known rivals of the La Rosa empire but it seems they are working together now.

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But the gangsters can hear themselves just fine. “Come on. Just a BJ, okay, miss?” the leader asks in a pidgin of Filipino and English, unzipping his dirty jeans. “How about that, huh?” The second man’s suddenly yanked away. And the one threatening Rina whirls around to see Chester standing in the middle of the street. WAMPUS, I NEED YOU NOW… “What do you think you’re doing, kid? Stay away,” the leader warns, brandishing a butterfly knife he has whipped out with a deft movement of his wrist, “if you don’t want me to cut you a faucet.”

I rolled my eyes. Alfonso was a gangster; mafia would have suited him best but whatever. He was mostly involved in gambling and drug trafficking. He was known to be cold and ruthless. He had gained himself the name, ‘Iceman’, as he would show no emotion while torturing people who wronged him. I couldn’t believe they wanted me to lie to this man.

Debby laughed derisively, "So handsome guys care about other people's gossip too!" Cynthia shook her head helplessly and after sending Debby away, she took the letter out the old way. The paper was much flatter this time than last time, and there was a cheering emoji painted on the envelope, so it seemed he had more time for this time. Still so childish, Cynthia smiled gently and opened the letter ready to read it .Suddenly the door to the study suddenly opened with a creak and a low voice that Cynthia didn't want to hear: "Is this your choice?"

From the burn marks on her skin, she was still alive when they marked her. “Is there any evidence that could put the mafia in this case?” I asked, gazing at Gutierrez right across from me. A con artist could mimic the Spanish mafia’s mark just to stir chaos in this town. Emiliano Alonso used the same MO back in his time, only he had A marked in the middle of that handprint. Sol is the name Andrya gave us. It makes me sick, the thought of someone reviving the nightmare the mafia brought to this town.

He said in a deep echoing horrid tone. My face lost all existent colour. How did he know about dad? He is missing since yesterday night. Is it a bad omen signalling something befalling to us. Instead of making another unfavourable movement, she did as asked, crawling towards the room beside the lobby we went inside with guns still pointed at us. “Sit down.” The man who looked like the head of these illicit gangs spoke. I could say he was either ahead or rank above these people because he had a silver brochure with a shiny G letter mounted on it. Probably meaning Gang Leader.