Chicano Gangster Letters Novels & Stories

"Argh! The hell with you!" KACHINA GOES BACK to her office after locking the gate and the door to the tunnel. She puts the lamp aside and lets herself fall on the swivel chair. After forcing the woman to give back Kagan's journal, she was triumphant. She lifts the golden book higher to figure out the words engraved on it. MY FAVORITE POEM, SHANTA. "Our story in a fantasy, covered by another fantasy..." She doesn't understand! How mawkish can Kagan be? But how dare he create a journal when she's not the subject of all his novels.

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)

I found the first pumpkin just as the last colors of evening were sinking into the garden. It lay beneath the garden bench—a little orange globe small enough to fit in the palm of my hand. The remnant of its vine curled like a cat’s tail. When I picked it up, I noticed words carved into its skin. A poem, etched with a slender blade. > Though the light is small, > it can still show the way. The carved letters were somewhat angular, but perfectly legible. The grooves were fresh, and when I ran a finger over them, I thought I could still feel the raw dampness of the pumpkin beneath its skin.

The man behind the wall was speaking again. "Silas says the Don is distracted. He’s going to Pier 14 tonight to oversee the manual loading. That’s the window. We pull the panel in the study, grab the 'Red Ledger,' and get out before the Ghost realizes the temperature in the room has dropped." The Red Ledger. I had heard the stories. Enzo’s father, the "Old Lion," was rumored to have kept a physical book—a handwritten record of every bribe, every murder, and every betrayal in the Chicago Outfit for thirty years. It was the "Nuclear Option." If the Valenti family got their hands on it, they wouldn't just destroy Enzo; they would own the Commission.

You let the guilty fill the space between your questions with their fear. By the time the night was over, I had names. Routes. Accounts. Faces burned into memory. Rico had moved his base to Chicago’s south side, in a derelict auto plant turned drug hub. And Nathaniel’s money was the vein feeding all of it. They thought I was just a businessman playing gangster. They forgot the part of me that had built empires out of blood and silence long before I put on a tie.

Servers were walking amongst the mingling guests, handing out appetizers and drinks. “Ah! The Grey’s. Such a pleasure to see you all again!” Fernando spoke loudly as he threw his hands in the air. He hugged my father, and kissed mine, and my mother’s hands. Fernando Garcia was the leader of the Mexican Mafia. He was a very flamboyant man, never a hair out of place. He was around 5’7, very tan skin, and a neatly trimmed beard. His Spanish accent was thick, but his English was perfect. “Allegra baby, stunning as always” He said in his gay voice.

I replied, it was easy for him to tell him apart from the other men. He smiled, the kind of smile that hid knives. “I like this kid. He read me like a book or did you tell him all about me.” “ I didn’t He’s just a really sharp boy!” Hernando spoke like a proud father. “With a keen eye.” They introduced themselves one by one. Some ran construction companies. Others managed “import businesses.” All of them had blood on their hands and weed money buried under legitimate fronts. The conversations turned fast—straight into business. They already knew what Aiden had done with the Santos gang. And they weren’t happy.

I gulp as I proceed to read whatever was written on the paper. HAVE YOU HEARD OF THE KRUEGER GANG? I SUGGEST YOU FAMILIARIZE YOURSELF WITH THE KIND OF STUFF THEY DO BECAUSE THAT MIGHT END UP BEING YOUR FATE SOON. THIS IS NOT ABOUT SCARLETT ANYMORE. THIS IS ABOUT MY PRIDE. YOU TWO WHORES HAVE WOUNDED MY PRIDE AND IF THINK I DON'T GET WHAT I WANT THEN YOU HAVE GOT IT ALL WRONG. I HAVE BEEN ALL SWEET AND NICE SO FAR BUT YOU CUNTS CLEARLY DIDN'T GET IT THROUGH YOUR THICK HEADS.

Eden said "All through your stay with Gabriel, tell me you weren't aware of his gang activities" Mr Stones cut in "I was only a minor. And if you don't know, Circumstances landed me in his custody. That case had been dealt with a long time ago and I see no reason you are trying to bring it up. Or tell me, did you come all the way to Chimalpa just for me? There are so many drug lords and gangsters terrorizing the city, why don't you go after them? Or did someone put you up for this job just to get through me?" He asked thoughtfully.

Sold To A Gang Leader [He owns her] . . (The execution) Writer's POV *Mexico* Dilly parked in front of Rita's apartment. He got into the gate, he walked straight to her door, he lifted his hand to knock on her door so she could open up. He doesn't wanna spend more than 5 minutes there. "The poor guy doesn't even know that he isn't his son" he heard someone voice that sounded like that of Rita's mom say.