Fictional Gangster Names Novels & Stories

Back then, the name Osso had not rang a single bell but now after working at OCFD for five years and under CRIME-X for two, his name did not ring a bell, it rang an alarm. Osso was the name of the leader of a major gang named the Gardãna. Osso has been wanted for decades for several crimes such as fraud, money laundering, drug trafficking, human trafficking, immigrant smuggling and the list went on. He had been untouchable until he was killed during a deadly shootout with a rival gang that had been headed by a mercenary named Fuego. Fuego had reportedly survived the incident but had disappeared. More research would give me more info. Mr Callahan and Louis seemed close during the meeting and

If any of this was true, then Chen Dankworth's background and identity were far more complicated and dangerous than he'd imagined. Refusing to let it go, Dean decided to dig deeper. He continued his search, focusing on the phrase “ruthless criminal organization.” This time, the search results listed several notorious groups from the underworld: the Dragon Gang, the Cobra Gang, the Shark Gang, and the Golden Eagle Gang. He had heard of all these names before, but one in particular caught his attention: the Dragon Gang.

I’d already memorized everything worth knowing. Name: Viktor Sokolov. Notorious gangster. Arms trafficking, extortion and a few confirmed kills. Sloppy, from what I gathered. Men like that didn’t last long. Didn’t matter to me whether I knew him or not. Didn’t matter what he’d done. He was on the list. That was enough. The wipers dragged across the windshield in a steady rhythm as I turned onto a quieter street, the glow of streetlights flickering through the rain. His location was pinned.

The lady cried out to Aliza. "What is your name?" Aliza asked her in kindness. "I'm Shelly...Shelly Spark." Aliza nodded to her. "Shelly, I think you're mistaken. The boss here Mr Charles Rodriguez is the top notch business man, he is a very kind and benevolent person. Charles has no connection with the mafia." Shelly gave out a hysterical laugh between her cries. "Mam please excuse me but you seem more innocent than me."

I fucking responded to him when he called my real surname, whereas all those times before I have met him, it has been always under the fake identity called John Williams. Thick beads of perspiration form over my forehead as I gape at him in horror. I force the saliva down my throat, which has been clogged there in fright, and shift my head to look at Max. He looks just as shocked as I am, giving me a hint of how big a blunder have I committed. But the question is, how the hell does he know my name? "What? Isn't that your name, Mr. Harris? Christopher Harris, if I say. A leading member of a Mafia gang called Cobra." He announces smugly and I blink a few times in astonishment, trying to regist

Kent was surprised. “Those names you mentioned exist,” the man looked around as if scared. “Yes they exist in Ludo’s story.” “No! Not in the story.” Kent looked at the man. “Those are real people.” “Are you drunk?” “I’m having orange juice,” the man showed Kent his glass. “The names you mentioned are nick names of the infamous crime lords of our City. Brawler and Brains are twins.” “You are kidding right?” “How i wish i was, man. Your girl, Ludo, is getting herself into some serious trouble,” the man said assured. “Did they do something to her?”

After that, sparks can fly. Having identified the gang they were targeting, the two men team killed their random targets, activated their contacts and personal resources in Mexico and started preparing to locate Ben. But when they reported their statues to Derrick, Rolph ordered a stalment. He had thought that the gang was a small, insignificant one but the report said otherwise. The leader of the gang was not just a gang leader. He was a Mafian boss connected to Rolph's Uncle and one of the people that helped his Uncle to place ransomes on his head multiple times on the darknet.

I said before passing out. My name is Ryan Manchester, a one time drug dealer and gangster. previously worked for the pacres, a remotely large group of gangsters that worked in big cooperations and spearheaded a lot of blossoming business and corporate firm's in New York City and beyond. After that faithful night, the night that changed my life forever and made me who I am today. the only thing I ever thought about is ..... vengeance. to get at the fool who made my life miserable, who claimed to be a boss but was rather the devil himself..... Collins Blake.

He had dragon tattoos all over the side of his neck and on the lips of his mouth was a thin stick of cigar which he ouffed heavily on. Luxander dextro Matthew was his name. The leader of ‘SEVEN STARS’, the most ruthless mafia gang in the mafia world and also his f*cking business partner. Luxander stopped infront of Gordons as he chuckled seeing him shiver and whimper in fear. His smile faded off as he placed his hands on Gordons shoulders, meaning business. “What do you say? Shall we sit down and talk?”

"Forgot about that. It's your nickname." Rolling my eyes, I observed as two others entered the room – Lorenzo Francesco, the son of the Chicago Don, and Miguel Garcia, the eldest son of the Miami Cartel. Noticeably absent was Aleksei Petrov, the true representative of the Bratva, whose immigrant father had secured the Philadelphia syndicate through brutal means. Aleksei, much like his father, was seen as a merciless force, more savage than a respected member of the mafia.