Novel & Cerita Chicano Gangster Letters

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

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.

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.

.... William's gang ended up winning, and Leo, the leader of the skulls and bones gang, was booked, as well as Natasha, the leader of the spiders gang, and some important members were booked there such as deputy leaders and important pillars And, of course, William's gang imposed a lot of penalties on the two gangs, including the extradition of some nightclubs and ownership of some hotels, and the gangs did so because their failure to do so means that Leo and Natasha will remain detained.

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.

"All of you!" The sunglasses I wore masked the stony gaze I gave her. "I'm truly sorry for your loss," I said. "Believe me." Kelsey's mother led her away as she sobbed even harder. "What a shame," Esposito, one of my lieutenants who had been abroad, says to me. "These gangsters think we're made more of iron than flesh and blood." "We are gangsters, you old fart," Romanelli retorted. "Marchesi thinks he can fuck with us." Riccio pulls out his tablet, and I see a photo of one of Marchesi's warehouses, which had been burnt to the ground.

They were called the Green gang because all they cared about was money which they termed 'green'. They were loud and ruthless. Their leader, a short Black man who called himself Dinero said, “Yo! Ash man! Turn yourself in.” Dinero wore green rimmed shades, and his cut off jeans where sagging from his slim waist. Ash looked him up and down before replying, “I'm sorry man, but I won't. I thought we were brothers, we run these streets together. All of a sudden, you're going to rat me out to the cops. You ain't being loyal.”

Flame informed Stephano who turned to look at the warehouse that was in front of them. Stephano walked into the warehouse with his hands both buried in the pockets of his pants as he looked up to study six men all hanged up upside down with their faces covered with a worn-out sack. “These idiots are from the chilean gang. A small group of mugs who rob people and smuggle drugs into the states for big known cartels.” Flame told Stephano who now seemed rather uninterested in the subject. “And, these are the morons who killed that woman and wanted to frame my brother?” Stephano asked and Flame was quick to nod.