Novel & Cerita Gangland Stories

He wore a reminiscing look on his face and I just had to shake my head at his silliness. How is this goofy man a gangster? He acts like a child. A cute child. "How come you are not laughing?" he asked. I shrugged. "It wasn't funny?" He wore a sneer. "You are so insensitive. But to answer your question..." He became serious again. " My story about being in a gang is quite similar to those weird fictions women read." " Which ones?" " Those ones where a father owes a loan and gives his only daughter to a gang leader, that's the one."

Instead of sitting there all tense listening to their meeting, I wandered over to the area near the door. There was a tall shelf filled with framed photos of them, like some sort of documentation of the Garuda Steel gang. They looked so proud in every shot, posing, hanging out, riding big motorcycles that, I was pretty sure, cost a fortune. Not everyone could afford bikes like those. They were tall and muscular, the kind of guys who really looked like they belonged on those rides. I swallowed hard, realizing this gang was way different from what I’d always imagined.

"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.

"Your name's on the paper. How is it fake? The child is yours. How's that fake? Take your performance elsewhere! From now on, the relationship between the Medina and Gray families is finished!" He ordered the bodyguards to drag Rudolf away from our door, forbidding Rudolf from ever appearing there again. After watching the video, I felt nothing. His regret was meaningless. What was lost was lost. The hottest scandal in Southern City was now Rudolf's infidelity and his secret son, as well as his wife's sudden divorce and disappearance. All the major news outlets ran the headlines, and the gossip was everywhere as people talked about it. Everyone cursed Rudolf for being a faithless man and Viv

He'd been in the mafia years ago, and the gold chain around his neck was as thick as a finger. Bianca thought she'd finally made it. Her Instagram was nothing but staged shots. One day she was showing off a Gucci bag, the next a BMW steering wheel, always with the caption "blessed". She was desperate to prove she'd made the right choice, hoping to reclaim her pathetic sense of superiority. Unfortunately, she'd just traded one hell for another.

That means, a Gangstar bought me, and a Gangstar is in love with me? This might just a joke, or I'm having a bad dream. I decided to act natural. To pretend I knew he was a Gangstar. So he won't find out how scared I am knowing who he really is. I moved a little out of the bed so I was now able to look at him. He was shirtless and looking hot. Guess he keeps getting hotter each fucking day. "Then tell your boxers to get me a cell phone. And maybe, a laptop"

Maddox grunted out, sitting a bit heavily, as if his legs wouldn’t hold him for much longer. Trying to take small gasps of air, rather than the bigger gulps that she felt she needed, Gianna tried again, “I told them. I swear, I told them, there’s been a misunderstanding.” Maddox seemed to lean subconsciously towards the fire, stating, “You claim that you have no association to the gang, outside of your brother who is a member--albeit a recent development.” “It’s true,” Gianna stated, fighting down the sudden urge to vomit. “It is.”

"Wanna talk?" "Not really. I'm fine, really." I forced a smile. "You know. I never told you this..." he shut his eyes to catch his breath. "But my father once told me a story about an old man. He heard shouting in an alley and seen an old man on his knees with a gun to his head. He was being mugged. The old man didn't comply at first, then he eventually gave in. When the thug ran, my father chased him and shot him dead. Took me with him to the old man's house to deliver his wallet."

"I already told you that. You're the one who offered yourself to me as a 'payoff', so yeah... I don't want my stuff with anyone else." Angie grumbled and elbowed Maxime hard in the waist. Maxime was shocked. "What the hell?" "How dare you call me stuff!" "Oh? You still call yourself a person? Okay, let me tell you something, what kind of human would willingly give themself up to an unknown gangster just for a news story?"

He was handsome, with bushy eyebrows and eyes that sparkled with mischief. Debra thought he was a little over the top. "Looking for me?" Garland asked, leaning his chin on his hand as Debra's entourage filed into the office. Debra had learned something during her time in Orkgate. Sometimes, a show of force was necessary. But Garland seemed unruffled, pulling out his phone to record it. His voice was lazy yet magnetic. "Ladies and gentlemen, behold. Gangsters are harassing innocent citizens. Is there no justice left in this city?"