Novel & Cerita Chicano Gangster Letters

Keep trying, this was nothing. -Harrison Tucson. I wrinkle it. I crumple the letter against the palm of my hand until only a ball of paper remains. I throw some alcohol over it and then set it on fire with the lighter, watching it consume itself in misery. This was all a plan. This letter is not addressed to my father, but me. Harrison knew our gangs were too busy protecting Lailah and mine with all their constant threats to serve and watch over my father. Dutson was uncovered, very heavy prey, and easy to knockdown. And Harrison managed to checkmate.

And do you know why I had downed three shots of tequila already only to become more stressed? A certain thing called Angeles. A little piece of advice – never mess with gangs. I had messed with one and even worse, I had messed with their stupid leader. The alpha, the big kahuna. The deadliest being in the whole world, his name only spoken when you wanted a death wish: Angeles. He had been named accordance to his gang, it only making him seem more lethal. Nice going Jenny, way to mess with the devil himself.

He exclaims which makes me then look down at my forearm to read my own tattoo which spelt 'family'. The tattoo was something that all of our members had to prove that they were in our gang and that we were a family. Jake had it on his bicep, Jason had it on his shoulder blade, Zack had it on his rib and Nick had it on his collar bone. Dominic got it recently on the back of her ear. Somewhere hard to find but still in her style. It suited her, and it wouldn't risk her identity being found out.

Shay no longer scared him and she laughed when he told them that he imagined that as soon as Tulio recovered, she would kill him: "Well, you should be afraid of him," she laughed and pointed at Tulio, "He's a thousand times more dangerous than me. Why do you think I asked you to take care of him?" Mr. Camilo widened his eyes at Tulio, who waved his hand, indicating that she was lying. "It's true, sir Camilo. He is none other than the famous Incendiary Boy - and seeing that the man did not know who he was talking about, she clarified - He, Tulio, is one of the biggest gangsters in the country!"

“I’ll call you later, okay?” “Okay.” I hung up, slipping my phone back into my pocket as I reached my room. I climbed onto the bed, pulling the diary from under the pillow. I read the notes that father had written on the pages, slowly turning the pages until I found the family was looking for. The Alvarado Cartel. I read the information on them. Their grandfather had been an immigrant, arriving in Chicago with almost nothing and breaking his back to build the family empire. His first son was Daniel and Riot's father.

A few burly men stood in front of her, sneering at her. Behind them, a middle-aged man was sitting arrogantly on a chair. He was holding an opened letter. He took a picture of the contents of the letter. After sending the contents of the letter as a message, the middle-aged man smiled. He burnt the letter away and looked at Luna. “Do you know who I am?” Luna bit her lips. She bore through the pain on her legs and forced herself to calm down. “Yes. You’re the gang leader of Sea City’s largest gang, Liam Clark.”

I whispered loud enough for him to hear, while Avanska pretended to be asleep beside him. Despite denying it, it seemed that my watching and reading about the Mafia had actually paid off. I could read some of their expressions like a book. Since I was fully entering the gangster world, these skills might come in handy. "I don't like you," said the red-haired person called Rick, glaring at me. Great, this person sure would be a bother. He doesn't 'like me,' he says. Like I give a fuck about that. I wonder what he would do when he finds out about my background. Mafia members know how to read people's expressions too, without showing any emotion. "Sure, I'll keep that in mind," I said to him.

Whoever that bastard was, he had a lot of things coming for him and he would regret it sooner or later. ELENA'S P.O.V The night had been short and it's a clear indication that the day was going to be much longer. Carolina had already left for work and as such, I was left alone in the room. Gathering up my files, a particular document caught my eye. It was a profile on Ciro and from all indication, I haven't read this part since I took the case. Having a thorough glance at it, I was amazed to discover that Ciro once spare headed a gang named the skull, who are presumed to be the most deadliest gangsters in the world. I could only imagine how everyone in his gang would act.

They walked hand in hand approaching his friends, Elizabeth took a glass of champagne from the waiter passing by, she gulped it down . Leo smirked at her " You can't handle the crowd?", He teased. "Leo, not now please, I am not in the mood", she protested. " Do you want me to put you in the mood", he quirked his brow at her. "Fuck you Leo", "You are welcome buttercup", he winked. "Ciao ( hello)", one of his associates approached them. " Ciao(hello) Mr Carson", Leo reply curtly. Carson is an Italian mobster that one needs to be vary of. He can go to any length to get what he wants. He is one of the most powerful mobster so Leo needs to be on his good sides.