Gangland Stories Novels & Stories

He leaned on his motor and began to read. Dear Gangster, Lucifer Cuenca, the name of the man who received and I am not ashamed. A lot is being stoned about me being a Psycho and Weirdong girl. I've been seeing you at school for a few years but you just talked to me too. I will never forget how we started talking.

doesn't press for details, though the questions are plain in his eyes. He just waits, letting me breathe. "Please," I continue, my voice tight with urgency. "I know I have to earn your trust, and I'll explain everything. But I've been walking for hours. It'll be dark soon. Can you just help me find a place to sleep tonight?" He exchanges a quick, meaningful glance with the young man next to him, who I recognize as Dylan. They murmur something too low for me to catch, and then Brandon turns back to me, his face resolute. "You're alright, Amanda," he says, a flicker of something like respect in his gaze. "You can come with us. We'll show you how we work, teach you a few tricks to get by. In r

“What do you think you've done?” At Yasmine's stunned reply, the woman went on, “Seducing our husbands with your wanton body and inappropriate attires.” “I actually saw Jared masturbating to a picture of her on his phone yesterday,” said another woman, shaking her head. “I wonder where he got it from.” “No doubt the whore must have sent it to him.” replied the previous woman before reaching it and squeezing Yasmine's nipples through her clothes. “Ahhh,” the girl screamed in pain. “You'll be screaming more than that when we're through with you. Grab her, ladies.”

Gianna's POV The phone felt like an animal in my hand — skittering, frantic. My thumbs moved on their own, opening notifications, reading each new barbed headline as if each one would contain a different story, a different truth. But the story was the same: scandal, seduction, salesmanship. Me dressed like a trophy. Me selling myself to a billionaire. The image that accompanied every tabloid post was grainy, taken from some camera in the crowd: Dante’s hand at the small of my back, my smile half-turned toward a flash. The caption treated it like evidence. The city had a new narrative, and it was hungry.

I took the call. "Sup?" "I'm sorry, OG but I couldn't keep this to myself no more. It's too much for me." "Tell me," "Some white dawgs in the government took female triplets from the hood." I froze.

"She killed him on their honeymoon and took control of everything. So, you see, looks can be quite deceiving.The man sitting across us? He used to smuggle tons and tons of cocaine across the border back in the day. He's currently being hunted down by the FBI, he's probably America's Most Wanted Man." I look around. They all look so normal. I could walk past either of them in the streets and not look twice. "Everyone sitting around this table has a story, a violent one. I remember sitting on my father's lap and he would spend hours telling me stories about them. I grew up surrounded by people like them. I am one of them." Why is he telling me this? I already know. No, Amelia knows. Yara has n

I doubt that other clans are here. "I-I will not do it again! Just don't kill me!" I can't believe Andy was able to scare X. And what scared me, even more, were the words that came out of Andy's mouth after. "You know, I'm a kind person, but that's just for people who are kind too. And I think that you're not a good one, right? Because you're a gangster! LIKE THE GANGSTER WHO TOOK THE LIFE OF MY FATHER! AND I WILL NEVER EVER FORGIVE YOU ALL. I HATE GANGSTERS!"

This bastard seemed really determined to blow her head off if she kept screaming and resisting. Yes, what kind of dream did Bella have last night that she had to experience a kidnapping like this? It was clear to her that these people were members of a gang. Marco Vilante, as Darrel suspected, was a dangerous mafia leader. Bella never thought she would have to deal with these dangerous people. It was all because of that damn accident that led to her being kidnapped like this.

Arum said while munching on her siomay. “Huh? GGS? Handsome Werewolves?” I snickered, trying not to laugh. Arum glared and leaned closer. “Shhh! Don’t let them hear you! GGS stands for Garuda Steel Gang, not some soap opera. You need to memorize each of them. That guy sitting at the end? That’s Rocky. Everyone calls him Iky. Sure, he’s got a cute smile, but his mouth? Super annoying!”

"You think I’m the bad guy here, blonde?" I didn’t bother responding. I was too hungry and frankly didn’t trust myself to say something that wouldn’t start another argument. "But seriously," Mason cut in, clearly annoyed, "Ivan’s been acting really weird lately. Dude walked in on me while I was taking a leak just to ask for a damn report about the thing we did." Chase snorted. "What thing?" I asked, eyeing Mason. He smirked. "We executed a drug dealer who was selling to high school kids on our turf." He even had the nerve to wink like he was telling a joke.