Chicano Gangster Letters Novels & Stories

Kaycie is still unaware of the letter and we plan on keeping it that way until absolutely necessary. She is finally coming out of her shell thanks to the guys. She still has her insecurities but I know Darryn is slowly making her see that what that asshole told her was absolute bullshit. I am looking at the file that I have put together on this prick. I found out his father is the leader of a gang. I have heard of this gang. They are notorious for selling drugs, and weapons and are big in the sex trafficking area. This makes me both sick and pissed. I am not saying that our family is a bunch of sains but we are never going to tolerate sex traffickers. I did notice that his father was

Father seemed to be indirectly starting a war. "You're blind to see what is right in front of you son, One day you'll wake up and your precious Iesha isn't going to be there." "And you have no idea what will happen if she disappears." I threatened back. "When did you get this letter?" "Two days ago, my men called me saying they found a member of my gang dead. When I went to check it out, I found the letter stabbed to his body." Stab to his body… hmm. This handwriting style, the method of killing, this can only come from Denville.

He spoke enthusiastically and opened the map. “This right here!” He pressed his finger on top of the picture of two men and stared at me with big eyes. “These are Victor Vives and Pedro Vidal, Aka Panther.” He spoke through gritted teeth. “These are the assholes who had a big part in letting M. Castillo walk out free.”

Hayden stated firmly. I bit on my lower lip as I tried to stifle my sobs and stop my tears. It was hard. I placed the paper down on the table in front of me before using my fingers to wipe the tears away from my eyes. My vision felt so blurry. After blowing my nose unattractively into a tissue, I picked up the letter again and began reading as Hayden watched me. “If you haven’t figured it out by now, I would like to confess that I was part of a mafia gang and family…” I began reading.

Helping Mr. Gang Leader . Chapter 98: organized chaos . Gianna tried to give the most helpless, hapless shrug she’d ever managed in her life. “I know he’s one of my brother’s friends. I guess you’re telling me he’s a member of Mariposa right now, but I really didn’t know. I just thought he was some punk kid who thought his stupid nickname was clever. I put up with him for the sake of my brother. No other reason.”

He was ready to head for the door when Benjamin said. “Just do not lose your head, the way you never do. “ The remark felt kind of out of place, so Michael frowned. “Sir?” “I’m just saying. Those are not the typical criminals you are used to. Meaning- don’t expect Jimmy Cheng and his buddies that launder money from small casinos here in Chinatown, or Don Hose, who grew up in the Mexican slums and got in the gang when he was seventeen, all right? These men are educated, they speak at least three languages and dine with politicians, or date their daughters. They’ve graduated from Eton, not the Brooklyn middle-grade school, Michael, “ Benjamin said, “Do you understand that?“

I turned my head away but managed to hold off my tongue. I had to buy myself some time. A loud banging on the door stole our attention as Lorenzo abandoned me for the time being and strode towards the door. I, for my part, knew that whoever it was, wouldn’t bring good news for me. Sure enough, three Hispanic men with a burly, rugged physique walked in. A common scorpion tattoo etched on the left side of their faces, and it didn't take long enough for me to recognize these men. Cartels. Paps and Viktor have done their best to get rid of them off the streets of Chicago, controlling the manufacture and distribution themselves.

I went to study in the libary, even the thought of studying gave me the creeps but I wanted to- no I needed to get new information on this gang. This gang has been on the news everyday for the last 5 months, what was the big deal about them anyway? I decided it was best if I googled it, after all I'm not gonna find anything about this gang in books from the 1930s. I typed into g****e 'hunters gang; LA

Alexander I stopped the car when Jay, Charlie, and James surrounded it. They really wanna die. I came out of the car. "Who's she?" Charlie asked me. He is the leader of their so-called gang. "Does that matter to you?" I was not in the mood for any fight. "Oh? She's another slut of you I guess" That was it. I took out my gun and shot him in his chest. They were terrified. They thought I'd not carry a gun to school. They are really stupid.

You could have shot that idiot and nothing would have happened. -You're a nasty, G- I murmured. –And on top of that, you don't help me with the book. I have to finish it the sooner the better. And I have to change the names of everyone, otherwise, everyone will know that it is an autobiography and we cannot make the existence of the mafia public.