Chicano Gangster Letters Novels & Stories

Hayden stated firmly. I bit on my lower lip as I tried to stifle my sobs and stop my tears. It was hard. I placed the paper down on the table in front of me before using my fingers to wipe the tears away from my eyes. My vision felt so blurry. After blowing my nose unattractively into a tissue, I picked up the letter again and began reading as Hayden watched me. “If you haven’t figured it out by now, I would like to confess that I was part of a mafia gang and family…” I began reading.

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.

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.

"The nurse told me what you've been doing. Thank you for taking care of me, even if it meant not taking care of yourself." I smiled, "Thank you for saving my life, even if it meant nearly losing your own." Beginning my long list of things to thank him for. "It's alright, I knew my girlfriend would take care of me!" Our laughs were interrupted by a knock on the door which ripped us out of our little moment. We watched as the door opened and my smile turned into a straight line as two policemen walked into the room. "The two individuals have been identified as Blake Lucifer and Dominic Secter, Skulls and Bones gang member and street fighter." One said into a mic, "You are both under arrest alo

The doors slid open with a racket as hundreds of gangsters with machetes poured out. They surrounded us and glared at the scarred man and his crew. "What's this? Did Mr. Amos hire another gang to do his bidding too?" the scarred man muttered. A man in his 30s stepped out of one of the vans and bellowed, "I'm Jackie Cruz of the Dragoons! Which one of you motherfuckers tried to lay hands on Mr. Grimwald?!" He kicked the scarred man, sending him sprawling to the ground.

Sold To A Gang Leader [He owns her] . . (The execution) Writer's POV *Mexico* Dilly parked in front of Rita's apartment. He got into the gate, he walked straight to her door, he lifted his hand to knock on her door so she could open up. He doesn't wanna spend more than 5 minutes there. "The poor guy doesn't even know that he isn't his son" he heard someone voice that sounded like that of Rita's mom say.

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.