Novel & Cerita Chicano Gangster Letters

I doubt that other clans are here. "I-I will not do it again! Just don't kill me!" I can't believe Andy was able to scare X. And what scared me, even more, were the words that came out of Andy's mouth after. "You know, I'm a kind person, but that's just for people who are kind too. And I think that you're not a good one, right? Because you're a gangster! LIKE THE GANGSTER WHO TOOK THE LIFE OF MY FATHER! AND I WILL NEVER EVER FORGIVE YOU ALL. I HATE GANGSTERS!"

At Mexico, in one of the greatest gangsters of the country apartment, the man in his middle thirties drop his cigarette and turn to the guy who was not on shirt but his upper body was filled with tattoos up to his head. The guy bow his head to his boss who quench his cigar before puffing out the last smoke he took in. “Is my brother and his friend still recovering?” He asked for the guy to bow his head. “Gently El jefe, Derek tend to progress faster than his friend.” He said for the man to nod.

He was again surprised by why he was returning…only for Thomas to pick up the letter that Austin left on the table when he barged in. Austin narrowed his eyes intensely and looked at Thomas who was now scrutinising the handwriting. "Who sent this?" He asked suspiciously and re-read the letter. He shrugged his shoulders. "It's best if you mind your own business Mr Trump." He said seeing Thomas getting carried in touching things that weren't his. Was this why retreated from leaving his office? Just for a mere letter? Did he know something about this? Before he could utter a word, Thomas mumbled something and left. But, Austin heard him loud and clear. He might need him since he said he knew

"Do you know the names of the gangs?" "No. I never learned them." He smacked his palm to his forehead and sighed. "Sunny?" "Yes, boss?" She sat up straight. "Wanna tell her the names?" "Sure." She nodded. "Snakes and Lions." "Thank you. Now Laura, can you guess which one we are?" "Wait you're all in a gang?" I blurted. All eyes fell on me. Then everyone started giggling, except Bran whose eyes were dead serious and pleading for me to get this right.

And I see nothing. I tuck the gun into the waistband at my back and snatch the envelope. My fingers tighten around it as I close the door, flipping every lock behind me. Back inside, I move to the counter and rip it open. A folded piece of paper slides out. No official seal. No address. Just a handwritten letter. And at the bottom… a single, ornate R. Ricardo. Of course. I clench my jaw as I start reading. “Charles Gregory, I showed you once. You didn’t learn. Now Maria’s dead. That wasn’t just punishment. That was a preview. You’re not the golden cop you think you are. You’re nothing.

Juarez patted him on the shoulder wordlessly and then walked to Charlie directly before smiling and saying in Spanish, “Hello. You’re Mr. Wade, right? I am Rafael Corona Juarez. You can call me Rafael.” Charlie did not understand Spanish, but he did not face any obstacles when communicating with Juarez because Colin was there to translate for him. Charlie looked Juarez up and down and found that this Mexican man was indeed very gangster-like. Although he was not tall, he appeared very strong. He was also wearing a shiny thick gold necklace around his neck, and he even had dental braces inlaid with diamonds. He had very short-cropped hair and looked rough. He certainly did not look like a goo

The first words on it makes me blink twice…I haven't seen this name in a long time, it's a name that it seems like everyone but me has forgotten. Journal of Gerald Adams, leader of the Phoenix mafia clan. I look at it and look back up at uncle Vito…he's fucking with me. “Go on” he says and I flip through the pages, skimming through heart gripping details of a mafia underworld, of drug dealers and hired killers…all written in my father's unique and irreplicable handwriting. “What the fuck…?“ I whisper, hands shaking as I stare at a picture of my father holding a gun to an already dead man's head and a writing under it:

Though he knew Rancho can't hear him. “Now coming to the present situation, the basic intention behind this letter is to give you a final chance. Handover all your mafia hubs, ships, deals and trades to me and I will be out of your hair. Else you know how menacing I can be. I give you 24 hours of time. All you have to do is answer my next call. No smart work, okay? Otherwise before you leap you are out of this world. Xoxo Nikolas saw red as the letter was read out to him. “Catch hold of that lady. She is an incognito.” He shouted.

Antonioni’s POV I was in my private lounge, seated, the mailer's letter in my hands, when I saw Diego’s neat, familiar handwriting. The mailer had said I had mail. I was curious because I barely get any mail. Especially, obecauseone can now easily send messages anytime, just with the communication devices. In his letter, Diego confessed he couldn’t bring himself to say it to me directly. That he was leaving Shadows to form his own gang. I read on. He admitted he didn’t know how I would react, that’s why he couldn’t say it face-to-face. That he felt there was something more to his purpose than serving forever, which is why he was seceding.

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.