Fictional Gangster Names Novels & Stories

"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.

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!"

He turned his gaze towards Max, and it was as if he carried the secrets of the world within his eyes, a knowledge that transcended their shared past. ** In the shadowy underworld of the city, Francisco was a name that sent shivers down spines. As the leader of the gangsters, he ruled with an iron fist, his reputation preceding him wherever he went. He was ruthless, callous, and unapologetic in his pursuit of power and control. Killing, drug dealing, property jacking, money heists, and drug supply were all part of his dark repertoire. Francisco's reach extended even to the corridors of power, where he subtly manipulated the government to serve his interests.

" Scrub! Scrub! Scrub! " I was scrubbing so hard, my skin over my fingers was in danger. I wasn't scrubbing the toilet, I was taking my frustration out. This Ryan had another child under him. This was full fledged child labour. " Is your name really Bellow? Or did he come up with that? " It was an absurd name , even for a gangster to give. This one was absolutely mute. He did not reply, unlike the last ten year old.

The gangster grinned wickedly when he sensed how weak Garren was. “Classmate? You better f*ck off before I f*ck you up. Do you know who I am?” Garren was frightened. He asked timidly, “W-who are you?” “I’m in the Empire.” As the gangster grinned, the flaps on his cheeks widened, making him look vicious. He raised his arm to display the dragon tattoo on it and said, “See this? They call me Dragon.”

"Had. I left them a long time ago." "Why?" "Long story." "I've got time." I looked toward the bedroom. Em was still asleep. "My real name isn't Axel Cruz," I said. "It's Dante Moretti. My father was Carlo Moretti. Head of the Moretti crime family in New York. Vincent is his brother. My uncle." "You're mafia?" "Was. I left when I was seventeen. Came west. Changed my name. Became Ghost. Joined the Iron Serpents. Never looked back."

They got my prints and my mugshot. “I don’t know, man. Your fingerprints came up with two names. So which are you Terzo Manuele Siciliano or Damiano Agustino? Siciliano, huh, the only son of Gaetano Siciliano. Your father has quite a reputation in Sicily. Is Damiano Agustino an alias?” He chuckled, confident he had just arrested a big fish. “So you know you and Deckard Humphries are arrested for racketeering and fraud.” As I stayed calm, I observed him. He looked like he had quite a reputation who always going by the book. He loved his country very much. He barely drank. He definitely didn’t smoke. He probably had two kids— both girls. And he was okay with the government salary.

I ask Bruno and he agrees. I nod my head at Luke and Callum before I crouch down and look him in the eyes, “What is your real name?” Bruno gives me a smile, “One would think that a brilliant personal investigator like you would have already figured that out.” I give Simon the signal to take the food and bear away but Bruno yells out, “Fine! Costa Perez. Now can i please get a fucken bite!” I nod to Simon who gives him a bite of food and we wait for him to finish, “Who do you work for?” Costa looks at me then Simon, “I want a sip of that beer next. Mateo Santiago Fernandez the gang lord of Mexico. Beer. Come!”

Though I had made a name for myself and I had won my territory, a lot of people still don't know who I am and it makes them come at me. Damien and Andrew had done a good job at handling the affairs of the underworld so it made it easier for me to be able to keep my identity. For now, I didn't want that anymore, I was ready to let them all know that I was still very much available and I was ready to show myself to them. The silent masked king of the underworld. The owner of the great name “ El Scarface” The face behind Capone Nate Miles. The great Velenoso. The most poisonous of them all.

I just needed to keep the conversation going for as long as possible. "Oh sorry. Where are my manners?" He apologized, "My name is Dante Gonzalez, the founder of the Serpent Mafia" he said pulling his sleeve up and showing his dragon with a crown tattoo. My eyes quickly widened as I recognized the tattoo. We had been warned about this gang lots of times in our police training. I never even thought they were real. "You looked surprised" he said with a smile on his face, "Don't worry, I don't bite. Ain't that right, Miyuki?" he asked his cat.