Fictional Gangster Names Novels & Stories

David and Ella frowned, eyeing each other. "This gang is the most dangerous gang in the country. They smuggle guns, gems, and drugs, and rape women. They are not afraid of murder, nor are they afraid of the police. But their gang has ceased to function. two years before encountering the police. All members of the gang were arrested, except for one. It was Jack, he was also the leader of the gang. Jack hid very well. And the name Jack. not his real name His name is Paul Vincent. Because he changed his name we couldn't find him for years We thought he had plastic surgery and fled to a foreign country. Now, we have caught Jack, but carelessly let him escape." Officer Vic explained to them.

I mumbled, picking up the glass of wine on the small bar stand beside where I sat. "Anyway, I found out about it, but it's not as simple as that. Unfortunately, it's not Dante Morreti." He muttered a curse, and I merely shrugged. "I presume the guy would be a bit smart if he was aiming for Lorenzo's seat. But if it's not him, then who was it? I want details." I gave him a pointed stare, and he nodded. "Mr. Dain Saints. Owns a criminal gang well known for—" "Don't tell me assassinations," I sighed. Those amateurs were not assassins and should not even be classified as such.

He laughed and turned around, "I asked for a Princess, not a fvcking clown" "Maybe you got the wrong person" I announced and he clicked his tongue. "Nay.... You're the right one..." "What do you want with me? Who are you?" I was losing my patience already. One minute I was on my way home and another, I'd been taken by some unknown skull-faced gangsters. The young man took a step closer to me and adjusted his biker's jacket, "Since you asked... I'm Gerald Anderson... Acting Don of the Eastern Gang"

But they were ours. “I was thinking,” I said softly. “Maybe we should start picking names.” Hunter didn’t answer right away. His eyes were on the road, but his thumb was still circling over my hand. “Yeah?” “Something strong. Something meaningful. But not too obvious. I don’t want our son named after some dead mobster.” “I was going to suggest Vito,” he said deadpan. “Hunter.” He smirked, then looked over at me. “You pick one. I’ll pick the other.”

"Sir, I have heard about a new gang that has lately been too effective in Southeast Italy" Vincent frowned. "What is their name?" "The Scorpions. I have heard that despite being a newbie they plan and make their moves like a pro. Recently they have robbed around two thousand banks and killed all the secret agents, cops and even the spies of the Italy's intelligence agency. Everyone is in shock as to how come they can even recognise them. The country's intelligence agency had shared the latest information about this gang. The gang becomes active only at night but makes his secretive and fatal move. They love bloodthirst like vampires as they would kill their enemies in the most inhuman and me

“Mr. Calmar doesn’t show off. He is probably hiding in an open spot, waiting for us to catch him and deal with him.” “Then… Cockeye?” Eduardo tsked. “Cockeye is a pussy. I would drink the entire ocean if he did this.” What kind of name is Cockeye? But then, from the movies I have watched, I think gangsters are meant to have funny nicknames like Pencilgun or Dickmachine. I wonder if Alessandro has a nickname. I am sure it will have the word ‘death’ or ‘evil’ in it. Who knows, maybe his nickname is Evil Lord?

"The reason for you to join this gang." He let out a sigh and said, "Poverty." "You joined the gang to make a lot of money." He nodded at me. "What will you do after earning the money you wanted? Will you leave the gang?" "They won't allow us." "Who are they?" "You don't have to know that. Be silent till they return." I leaned back on the seat and said, "Looking like I'm going to be stuck with you guys. I know that your name is Edgar and the one who's standing outside is Diego and your boss's name is Ace. What are the other person's names?"

Iker ran a hand through his hair, visibly frustrated. "What makes you believe in his protection after his own men almost killed you?" Lizzy hugged herself, and her voice cracked. "The contract..." "Lizzy, do you really think Greed will keep his end of the deal? You must remember that he's a gangster, and not just any gangster, but the leader of the most powerful mafia in New York. Trusting him wholeheartedly, based solely on a contract that he could break at any moment, is complete madness." And she knew it. It was complete madness to trust someone so dangerous. But even if he broke his word, she wouldn't break hers to protect herself and her child.

I just hid myself behind this man. "She is with us," one of them said. "Are you?" I quickly shake my head when he asked me then turn back to the three gangsters. "What's her name?" They are all stunned, they did not expect him to ask them about my identity. "Uh, um.. Gloria!" I whisper, "Gloria's not my name, not even close, you giant loser." I can hear the man shielding me away from the three chuckle as he replied, "I'm calling the police."

the little boy turned his head and said to one of the grown men. The grown man's name was Simon Yannick. He was the gangster leader in the ghetto and the reason why his son was brave enough to terrorize the area. The ghetto was a no man’s land. Since it was a place where one could not get any profits, people like Johann would not pay attention to the area at all, thereby allowing some people to make a name for themselves. Simon was very good at fighting and successfully made his name for himself in the ghettos. Everyone would call out Brother Simon when they saw him. Despite his poorness, his status remained rather high within the ghetto.