Chicano Gangster Letters Novels & Stories

POV: ELI Godric had told him once, on his deathbed: I've done godawful things. My only regret is that I won't live long enough to pay for all of them. Eli had not understood it then. He understood it now. He spread the three pages across the kitchen table and read the provenance of the Scarface chip from the beginning. Johnny Torrio, Chicago, 1939. Al Capone's mentor. Held the chip until he died in a barber's chair of cardiac arrest.

Chapter 12: A Crack In The Armor LUCIAN’S POV I leaned back in the leather chair of the private room at El Toro Negro, a seedy warehouse-turned-meeting-spot on the outskirts of Chicago, my eyes scanning the three non-English speaking, Hispanic men across the table.

A large headline was emblazoned on the front page: "BLOODY WAR BETWEEN GANGS OVER DRUG TRAFFICKING RIGHTS. THIRTY MEMBERS OF EMERGING GANG KILLED IN TWO DAYS. GANG ANNIHILATED. BRUTAL MURDERS." Below the headline was a large, pixelated graphic photo. Despite the pixelation, it wasn't difficult to make out evidence of a gunfight, bodies in cars, and corpses lying on blood-soaked asphalt. Below the photo, details about Colombia, drugs, smuggling, drug cartels, and speculation about Hispanic gang involvement with expectations of bloody revenge were listed. "The cleanup was also very neat. Don Cariello will be very pleased," Alberto praised, patting Leo's shoulder. "Thank you," Leo smiled. It se

In Han Guoqiang's view, Yang Xiao had only found a few gangsters and wanted to intimidate him. Li Chenxun was so angry that he laughed. He patted Han Guoqiang's face and said, "Old man, you really talk big. To tell you the truth, someone dared to talk to me like this before. Now the grass on the grave is three meters high. Let me introduce myself. My name is Li Chenzhan. This is the Scorpion-tooth Gang."

“First, there’s bad news. And then there is good news, which also has bad news wrapped inside it.” “Fine. Start with the bad news.” “Don Castellano's family sent a letter,” Jake said, his voice dropping into a serious, formal tone. He slid a heavy white envelope across the mahogany surface. It was stained with unmistakable smears of dried blood and stamped with the elaborate wax seal of the Castellano crime family. Sending a letter like this in this day and age was so tacky, a cheap power play meant to intimidate. I already knew exactly what the brutal content would say before I even broke the seal, but I picked it up anyway, my claws slicing right through the paper.

Tommy cries. "Now, now, Tommy boy, we all know what would ever happen to my wife, if you got your hands on her, you and your gang members will have raped her and made her die a slow death. Do you think I will have any mercy on you? I have seen what street gangs do to beautiful women like my wife. It is too late for you to regret what you were going to do to my wife. Now be a big boy and take your punishment like you should. You see how I lack mercy. I have to admit, I feel a little sorry for you, because you did not believe that the Italian Mafia is like the Mafia of old. Oh, you gang members are so ignorant. You believe the fairy tales that we are white collar criminals, but they didn't tel

African-American gangs, in particular, pick up guns and never aim them. They hit on faith. Chicano gangs are a little better, but only so good. Had it been a well-trained Italian family gang, or a hard-driving Asian gang, Li Jie would have walked away alive today. The other side change magazine such a good opportunity, Li Jie naturally will not miss. From another ledge, one jumped right in around the four. If it's a melee, Li Jie isn't afraid of these guys at all. They don't look as good

My hands clench into fists. I let him off too easily that night. Gio nods, keeping his gaze on his screen. “No problem. We'll find him.” “E lo rovineremo.”(And we'll ruin him.) Lorenzo echoes, his jaw clenched. A smile tugs on my lips as I stare at my Brothers. The four brothers of Lupi Di Sicilia. Wolves Of Sicily. Our gang name runs high in Chicago and we’re known not to be messed with. But some gangs still like to test us out. Much to their doom.

I insisted in on the laptop that had come with it. I found a bunch of files about various people including Donald Dante, Lord and other names I only recognized because they were very important people. I realized Vincent had given me classified information about the cartels and some big companies of which was also the general. I felt a wave of relief as I opened the General’s file. I had been so worried about the case but now, I had the upper hand and knew exactly what to do to win the case. The only question that remained at the back of my mind was why Vincent Vincenzo had left me with this information.

I swore loudly, feeling so annoyed. I used 'they' because I did not even know who it was from, whether Luciano or Don Dada. I picked the paper up and unfolded it impatiently, my heart pounding as to what I would be meeting there. The moment I saw a seal that was different from Luciano's, I realized it was from Dada. No other Mafia asshole knew me, it was just both of them on my neck! Don's seal looked a lot different and better than Luciano's. It looked so graced and I admired it a bit before reading the content of the letter - it was obviously a letter.