Chicano Gangster Letters Novels & Stories

Of course none of the assumptions came out, and that caused the situation to get totally out of control. One of the gang members, named Guillermo Blanco, was a private individual from the community. And particular from the point of view that he had been a fugitive from justice on more than one occasion, particular from the point of view that he had his whole body tattooed with exotic and tribal images somewhat frightening. But despite the fear that he generated when he saw him, he was very productive for the team, because he was never afraid and always faced anyone from the front, he knew how to fight and handle almost all kinds of weapons, but the bad thing and what destroyed him was the co

Mexican Cartel Household: LOS RAMOS Others: LUCIO *Isadora’s Dobermann BRUNO *tattoo guy LYNETTE *piercing girl DANIELLA *Padrino’s ex ANTONELLA VENTURA *Lorenzo’s gf CAIN *Drug developer/ cook GALLO *Blonde, obsessed with Ekaterina Petrov GIORGIO SALUCCI *owner of GS Enterprise Places: MORELLO’S ESTATE DISCOTECA RINALDI DISCOTECA DESIDERIO OSCURO *NIGHTCLUB GUSTO *SEX CLUB PETROVE RESTAURANT FIRST VENTURA ESTATE ATTACKED SANTORO HIDDEN ESTATE VENTURA’S ESTATE GS ENTERPRISE BUILDING DISCOTECA GS LOTECH WAREHOUSE

Her thoughts were all about punishing Carrillo's shooter and nailing down everyone belonging to a gang. “Not particularly everyone. You haven't heard of the Gustavo Clan?” Carrillo asked, wearing a smile on his face. “Who doesn't know them?” “They're ghosts, you can't find them. You only summon them. They've been trading for ages, when you get the Gustavos, everyone's going to be scared of you excluding the Legend Bikers.” “Why's that?” “Because you don't know how deep they are.” Carrillo raised his hand pointing at the door, the Doctor was standing there folding her arms.

I was NOT a very emotional person and to be quite honest I didn’t know how to handle other people’s emotions. I sat on the couch in my living room and turned on the tv. I laid back on the couch as I switched channels on the tv. The sound of my phone ringing drew my attention away from the tv and to my cell phone. “Hello?” I spoke out as I answered the call. “Tesoro, you left so soon.” My father slightly cried out on the phone. “Arcano, it amazes me how you are considered a famous Mafia Don when you call me whining,” I comment as I roll my eyes and focus on the tv once again.

Carlos Cruise stared at the bloodied walls of the abandoned warehouse, his face a mask of barely-contained rage. The words “Nyx was here, don’t mess with the Hell’s Gang” were smeared across the wall in crimson, the letters dripping with the lifeblood of his fallen friend. The smell of iron and death hung heavy in the air, a grim reminder of the ruthless underworld he was now thrust into.

Shayan's jaw was clenched tightly, his face a mask of cold determination. Though his expression remained blank, internally, he was like a volcano ready to erupt. The sight of the guns in the goons' hands didn't intimidate him; after all, he led a powerful gang himself.

Romano's hand flew up to her mouth. "Oh my, w-what is that?" Antonio abruptly stood up and stomped one foot onto the chair. "That's a mark of the mafia. A friend of mine who used to be in the mafia told me only members who've spilled blood earn a scar like that." Spittle flying, he pointed at my nose and cursed, "Enzo Moretti, you'd better come clean—have you done time before? Did you get that scar in a mob fight?" I frowned and pulled my sleeve down to cover the scar.

Also, I would hope to never see you again and would regard you for respecting my choice. Tears fell from my eyes and the paper got wet slightly as I wrote this letter, I wanted to see him on a daily basis, but can’t lose my self-respect and let my guard down for an egocentric man. I never had anything to do with the mafia’s and I would like to keep it that way only. I kept the letter in the first drawer of his desk, if he finds it he can read it and if he doesn’t, it’s his problem then, I bid my farewell.

“You are one funny kid. How could you even tell that?” My brows raised, “The guy shaking he was looking at those people up there,” my chin pointed to a huddle of people. “They are a cartel, right? If I wasn’t mistaken of the tattoos that elaborately adorn their bodies, there are from Santa Muertos. Which only means my guy owes them something and concludes my deduction but the way he was tapping his right foot.” I mimicked the motion the guy was doing. One Two. One. Two.One. Two. “Made it clearer, he’s someone's sister’s or daughter’s husband!” My tone hitched.

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.