Chicano Gangster Letters Novels & Stories

" They all asked and as Rhino was about to respond men of almost each mafia and gang boss kept coming into the room. All of them came bearing a message of doom as one or more of their bases and warehouses had been hit and workers and men killed and it was the same graffitied message in all of them. Death was here. A burning Blue flame of Death. “Who is doing this?" Chan Lee A short Chinese gang leader who was dressed in white suit, asked, looking perplexed. “Isn't it obvious? He is the one. Marcel. The blue-death," Rhino said with a panicked tone and Elijah just smiled within.

Iker ran a hand through his hair, visibly frustrated. "What makes you believe in his protection after his own men almost killed you?" Lizzy hugged herself, and her voice cracked. "The contract..." "Lizzy, do you really think Greed will keep his end of the deal? You must remember that he's a gangster, and not just any gangster, but the leader of the most powerful mafia in New York. Trusting him wholeheartedly, based solely on a contract that he could break at any moment, is complete madness." And she knew it. It was complete madness to trust someone so dangerous. But even if he broke his word, she wouldn't break hers to protect herself and her child.

The Massimo family, a name synonymous with power and influence, had set their sights on a territory that bore my father's indelible mark. He tossed a copy of the morning newspaper in my direction, a scornful sneer etched on his face. Unfolding the pages, I was confronted with sensationalized headlines that screamed of impending chaos. Homicide: Is Los Angeles Prepared for Another Gang War? The words leapt off the page, a macabre dance of ink designed to stoke fear. I sighed, recognizing the narrative woven into the story—a deliberate attempt to exaggerate the specter of organized crime. Two lives extinguished outside a notorious nightclub, an establishment my father frequented, now immortali

, i finished. He looked up at me then and tried to force a smile, "Thank you Nicholas". "Carlos, untie him and put him on the chair" I said as i looked at his hands suspended in the air with chains and saw how weak it made him. As soon as he sat down, I began with the questioning. "Which mafia gang do you belong to, Mark?" "The Juarez Mafia family from Italy", he said. Yes that was it, that was why the tattoo had looked so familiar, i knew exactly which family that was. Immediately, Carlos' phone beeped, and a message came in. He looked at him and said,

This bastard seemed really determined to blow her head off if she kept screaming and resisting. Yes, what kind of dream did Bella have last night that she had to experience a kidnapping like this? It was clear to her that these people were members of a gang. Marco Vilante, as Darrel suspected, was a dangerous mafia leader. Bella never thought she would have to deal with these dangerous people. It was all because of that damn accident that led to her being kidnapped like this.

I stand and begin pacing, connecting the dots even before he finishes speaking. "So someone hacked into the Uber system and got the same guy to pick Alicia up, thereby establishing her daily pattern." "Correct!" Night eyes nods. "After they established that, Chucho ordered for her kidnap and -" "Who on God's green earth is this fucker, Chucho?" I throw the contents of my glass down my throat and go for yet another shot. "Here's where it gets interesting." Night eyes begins to pace. "Chucho is a Mexican mobster, a loan shark who lends money to poor unsuspecting people with high return on interest. The problem with that is even when they return the money-"

The man deserved it for the crimes he had held on his head, it just annoyed me that he didn’t give a bloody damn about any of them. “And what charges are you going to be holding against me this time?” “Being a Pakhan can be one of them, attending a slave’s auction, selling drugs, opening an illegal, uncertified poker table, a few of them actually, I’m pretty sure the place is loaded with the hookers you just ‘bought’…” “I don’t buy women, malyshka” “You can try convincing me all you want” I rolled my eyes at his words. If he didn’t buy them; I didn’t know who would “you’re still coming with me”

He looks at me like I'm crazy running his hand through his hair, yeah I also couldn't believe that I was okay having a conversation with Charlie Wilson, but when we were talking he seemed like a nice guy. "You've heard all the stories about what he and his mates do, so you're okay with talking with the biggest gangster there is!" He begins to shout, I look around to see people were starting to look our way. "You know I don't have to answer to you" is all I say, I begin to walk away Lily behind me when someone else joins our conversation. "That's it Miya, stand up for yourself" I hear Charlie say, I turn back around to see him and his group of friends stood by the door.

I gasped once again, covering my mouth with my hands with widened eyes. "I received this letter a week ago and I spent the past days, contemplating if I should confront you about it or not but here I am, please enlighten me," he calmly said while I was at the verge of breaking down. "It was a mistake, sir," Chandler butted in. We all looked at her and confusion was evident on Mr. Iganacio's face. "What do you mean?" He turned to Chandler, confused and curious at the same time and when Chandler was about to speak, I cut her off making Mr. Ignacio to face me again. "Sir, I wrote that letter because I was going through a tough time. Because of the intense feelings I had that time, I thought of

I asked at him in confusion, not because I'mm interested to know who that author is but because that three letters just sounded so familiar to me. "Marvens Jeff Bonhomme, del Fuero. Thats what MJB means. Pangalan ng author ng librong 'yan and if you're thinking that he stole that, then you can just tell Samantha about it." When Mason butted that in, a protest groan instantly came out from Liam while glaring at his way. "Shut up, Mason! I didn't steal this one.." I heard them continued their bickering but my mind was just too piqued by those initials now to even mind them.