Gangster Academy Novels & Stories

Her wallpaper stared at me, and I gripped the phone tightly. "Who do you think it is?" "Ace," I gritted out. "How do you know it's him?" Creed asked while checking for any evidence. "It could be anyone." "I fucking know it's him." "Danzel—" "FUCK!" I screamed loudly. I lost her. I lost her again. ** "Do you think he changed his name?" Gabriel asked as I wiped the blood from my fingers. "Yeah, but he won't go that far with a fake ID," Creed pointed out.

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!"

"That day, you asked me what do I do or living. Yes I have the engineering firms, and I am the biggest supplier for engineering instruments in the region. But it’s all a mask. It’s a camouflage, to hide the real me. The real Lucas David. I... I am the Mafia. I rule the underworld, in this country and foreign too. I hold more than 80% shares in the black market. I have my hands dirtied and strained in the blood. I have inhaled guns smoke. I have killed more people than my age. I deal in all black and white. And if you agree to be a part of my life, you will be automatically entitled as part of Mafia. Do you think you can live your life with a stained person like me"? Lucas held his hands reve

“Stop pretending. How could you? I trusted you? I'm taking you in.” The next thing they all heard was a gunshot and a scream of pain. A body thudded to the floor. “Damn! You crazy or something?! You killed a cop!” The gangster sounded agitated. “So what?” “You fuckin' Gulden dwellers. You don't know how hard the cops breathe down on us when one of theirs goes kaput.” “He might have backup around the corner! The deal is off.” “Wait a doggone minute! I got this pretty stash of cash here 'cause someone told me I'm gonna get some narcs. I'm not leaving here without it!”

It seems that I couldn't get her out of my mind at all. "I will find you Miss unknown." I mumbled but the next second I was distracted by call. It's time to focus on my work. ___ I put back the lingerie in my pocket and stormed out of my suite. Black roll Royce cars were lined up outside with men in black, waiting for me. Their Boss , Caspar Mcadam, the money laundering Mafia King. The god of the American underworld. I'm the symbol of danger, blood and death...no human being in their sanity would like to cross their paths with me... I'm ruthless man with no mercy feelings.

The face was unrecognizable, the limbs twisted at unnatural angles. Fate is a cruel bitch. Even in death, I was still Farrow's problem. Several black, armored cars were parked nearby. The doors opened, and Farrow stepped into the mud. He approached, his face a cold mask, followed by the Family's consigliere, Uncle Zac. "What's the situation?" Farrow's voice was low, laced with cold fury. The capo in charge of the scene paled, bowing his head. "Don, the victim... is unidentifiable. The face was completely destroyed by acid, and the fingerprints have been filed off."

What is he doing? “They said they’re already here?” he replied, unsure. Stan looked at all of us. It only means one thing. We need to be careful. Astra, no matter how good their intentions may be, is still a deadly group of the best female gangsters. Night Train glared at me. “We meet again, Stallion…” he said in a menacing tone. I smirked. “Good to know you can stand on your own feet now…” He gritted his teeth and was about to attack me when a dart with a yellow flag struck right in the middle of the two groups.

He was hungry for blood and needed the screams or someone pleading for mercy to ease the anger he felt towards life and he has just found the perfect scapegoat. First, the bastard sold her off to become a sex slave just so that he could pay his death and now he was hearing he had molested Arya as a child? Diego had been trouble from the start, swinging from one Mafia boss and gambling house to another, trying to help in dealing drugs so he could gamble away. Always getting himself caught up in one mess or the other. He had not been a responsible father to Arya when her mother had died and he still has the guts to molest her?

I needed to focus. The next morning, I arrived early to his class and deliberately chose a seat near the back, tucked behind two tall guys from the basketball team. Far from my usual spot in the third row. I pulled out my notebook and kept my head down, heart beating a little too fast. When Damien walked in, the room quieted like it always did. His presence filled the space tall, broad-shouldered, that perfectly tailored dark shirt hugging his frame. I didn’t look up. I couldn’t. “Alright,” his deep voice rang out, calm and commanding. “We’re continuing with the case study on corporate crisis management. Who can summarize the key failures in the Sterling account?”

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.