Gangstar Jojo Novels & Stories

Jânio was beating around the bush and would soon say that he would abandon ship if Túlio continued to be in crisis. "We both know the kid is screwed and broken, he's done for, and it's only a matter of time until something big falls apart," Paco said. He knew this too well. He was the one who introduced Tulio to the gang, back when the boy had fire in his eyes and didn't hesitate. Jânio, on the other hand, had never been involved in serious relationships, using men and women as he pleased without ever getting emotionally involved. He took care of his gang and had a firm grip on things. Of course, he also heard about the unnecessary killings that the gangster Cannibal committed. Paco wasn't s

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.

Gunner said, unimpressed. Joanna narrowed her eyes. Perhaps it had been some time since she’d found an enemy she couldn’t intimidate. Mr. Gunner seemed outright bored by her attempts. The man had been in the business for a long time. He’d probably seen it all, including bosses much scarier than Joanna. As the glared at each other, my headache pounded. “Then tell me, Mr. Gunner,” Joanna said. “Have I actually done anything illegal?”

I don’t even want to be in Jojo’s bad book any more than I had. I opened my eyes and saw him staring at my face. “You don’t want this, do you?” He asked me. I bit my bottom like swallowed hard. I didn’t want it, but I needed it. Maybe he could help with the heat– no, what am I saying? That was wrong. He placed his hand over my forehead. “You are so hot.” My eyes dimmed as I stared at him licking his lips. What would he do? Jojo had told me that he was a womanizer, that he would use me and dump me. Was he going to do that now? Damnit I would lose all of my self respect. Damn this heat.

“I need him for the money before I kill him. What I can’t figure out is…What the fuck do you want to ask a liar about? He couldn’t tell you the truth if his life depended on it.” “I can’t care about that. I need to know if he knows who I am.” She swallowed fearfully while staring at his gun. Joey threw his head back and cackled his amusement. “I doubt of he even knows who he is right now. I hear he’s just on the brink of lala land."

The immense pain sips in as he holds his abdomen and gradually falls to the ground. He has no use in the well-built body of Zanjo and Timmy. Angelito has no device like his Taser gum to temporarily stun them and find a safe way to elude them. They’re impregnable, and the only way to get Denver is to find a safe way to get into that car. Zanjo chuckles when seeing him on the ground. He feels like defeating a mafia boss this time, but the objectives of their mission are not him… it’s the disposal of the cute boy tonight.

Jo in return, scowled at her. “Or I'm sure we can find you a masseur or two, depending on your tastes.” The woman added fearfully, not wanting to annoy Jo. Jo was the only female leader of an all male gang in Ganghaven, and for that, she was feared by many. Her gang had the least members, but they were very effective in striking fear into the heart of people. All of Jo's men were burly, bald by choice, and they all had a hawk tattoo on their left biceps. The Street Hawks were known for destroying any business or store that refused to pay them protection money.

I could have sworn that they didn't get off scarred. “What's been done has been done” “And you're right Fabri, Lil Joe could have been kept in his place and he still can!” Paolo added, a glint flashing in his eyes. “What do you mean Still Can? Lil Joe's apparently under the umbrella of them disgusting Gambino's. How he got in, I don't know, but I do know he's got some coverage” I said, letting down my cup of coffee.

“You love me for it. Admit it.” I rolled my eyes. “You’re insane.” “Insanely fine, maybe. Anyway, where the hell are you? This doesn’t look like your ratty apartment.” I snorted. “Long story. But first, where are you? And why do I hear ‘Despacito’ blasting in the background?” JoJo tilted his phone, showing flashing lights, half-naked strangers grinding against each other. “Club, baby. Some Tinder guy dragged me here. Thought he was gonna be my Prince Charming. Turns out, his cock was like a crayon. I had to cancel the deal.”

He was close to the woman I loved and my child, I had to make sure he was not dangerous. Unfortunately, I did not find any dirt on him, which was sad. I had really been hoping he would turn out to be a drug lord, human trafficker, serial killer and whatever other thing that could make Jojo hate him. But, he was nothing but a boring art guy that owned a gallery in Ten. Jojo sighed, about to pick the call. I gripped her right shoulder in that instant, causing her to pause. The phone stopped ringing, meaning she had missed the call. She turned to me with a small frown on her face.