Gangster Books Fiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Taking a deep breath, she braces herself and opens the thick envelope left behind by her mother. Page after page, note after note, and Devyn realised that she didn’t know who her mother was at all. Eden Devynne was a popular blues and jazz singer in the 80s, mostly popular within the Italian underworld. She rubbed shoulders with the Cosa Nostra as if they were her family as well and was respected in the circles. No man touched her because she was the mistress of Luca Bianchi, the mob boss and Capo of the Chicago Outfit. But from what she has read, the Outfit had been destroyed by the Russians a few years ago. There were no heirs left, except for Devyn.

I didn’t want to risk anyone’s life in a nasty man’s game. Nastiest, because this war would have no rules. In a mafia war everything was permitted, there were no basic rules to follow. You would have to go against everything you’ve believed in to win this. No matter how low, cruel, harsh, or dirty it got. You had to do everything to win, there was no such thing as mercy in this. Anyone and everyone could be a risk to you, no matter how old, how big, or how small the person was.

However, for Tania to be trusted by his brother to attend this meeting, she must have her own specialities. “I’m Xavier. Leader of Hunter Gang. This is Chris, my right hand and Gunner is my shooters Captain.” The man who’s wearing a black glove spoke. He too held the same cold expressions on his face. It was strange that he wears his gloves even while eating. What happened to his hand? Nobody knows except for him and his subordinates. His short black hair was comb to the side, revealing a pretty handsome look. He had a broad shoulder and wore a black suit.

Ashly was sitting alone in the meeting room. She was so sunk into the book she was reading. It's been a month since Monika left, and it's not like Ashly didn't feel bad when Monika cried in front of her, but what she can do She never likes to share her things with others. And it's not a bad thing because, apparently, her husband is also the same. Well, talking about now, she was reading a book called "The History of the Mafia Kingdom", when Zia entered the room.

"But, we'll need Mrs Martin " "Don't worry about Blessing,I'll handle her." He fixed his jacket and stormed out… Michelle heaved and threw her head back on her chair. She liked working for the two Gangsters even in her next life she'd do anything for them. That's why she'd try anything to find the antidote for her boss. People said Gangsters are cruel and ruthless, but these two are far from that unless it's needed. ~~~

"Well, they're mostly Italian or Russian. They're dark and mysterious. They're always with a gun. They have several women..." I couldn't hold back my laughter. "Several women?" I repeated. "What book did you see this, Claire?" She smiled a little and looked away. "I read a lot of novels." "I see." I murmured. "It's alarming how much mafia men are stereotyped in those little fiction books you read." She made a face at me, like she couldn't believe I just said that. Yet again, I was struck at how beautiful she was. Her glasses and freckles which she was so insecure about made her all the more appealing.

17 The doors groaned open. The inside smelled of wet wood, smoke, and stale whiskey. A dozen men in green-and-black jackets lined the rafters. Irish eyes, cold and calculating, tracked Gregory like rifles. At the center of the warehouse floor stood Ford McCarthy, head of the Irish mafia, the man with a reputation for cutting throats and sealing peace with the same hand. Ford wore no jacket, just a white shirt rolled at the elbows, sleeves wet from the rain. His voice was sharp as he greeted:

I said I need some time to think, but I want to take a shower and take off those dirty clothes. "You already know what you need to do. "Do you want to marry a woman who hasn’t changed clothes in two days?" Livia raised an eyebrow. She just wanted to stay out of that moldy basement for a few hours. "Let me take a shower, I need clean clothes." Enrico was silent, no one dared to face him like that. "Is that how gangsters treat women?" She looked at Enrico. " I thought mobsters were more religious and took good care of their families.

"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!" She... She hates gangsters…What should I do?

I shook my head and looked at Hunter. -Do not. He looked at me blankly. -No what? I raised my eyebrows as if it were obvious. -I refuse. I'm going to go to the police and get involved in witness protection. I pass these gangster rolls and shit like that. In the books it's super cool because it always ends well and the girl marries the mobster who leaves everything for her and blah blah blah, but look, I don't believe it. I'm a writer and I know that real life is nothing like that of books- I patted him on the shoulder and stood up- I'm sorry, but I'm going.