Chicano Gangster Letters Novels & Stories

" ​Without waiting for a response, Victor turned and strolled casually back toward the house, leaving me alone in the quiet garden with the bloody crimson letter sitting between the teacups. ​My hands shook furiously as I snatched the letter from the table. I slipped around the side of the rose garden and ducked into the shadow of the stone wall. With a quick, desperate motion, I broke the wax seal with my thumbnail and pulled out the single sheet of thick parchment inside.​The elegant, sharp handwriting was unmistakable. It was signed by Gabriel. ​"Roberto Vance, ​Your forty-eight hours begin upon the delivery of this missive. The garrison documents shall be delivered to the old olive grove

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.

" 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,

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”