Gangster Books Fiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

I've decided to take away what's most important to him so that he can't hurt any more girls. Then, he turned around and strode out of the lobby to make a call. Sean stared, gaping, at the man who was on the phone outside the hospital, his entire body frozen in shock. A split second later, he turned to stare at Bonnie. "Your… Your friend? What does he do for a living?" "He's a gangster," Gwen answered before Bonnie could even open her mouth. "He's my boyfriend and the head honcho of all the gangs in Merchant City.

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I've been misunderstanding him all these while, I decided to read books about gangsters in his personal library when i was still mourning my child to kill away boredom. Shockingly i found out his books are more of gangsters, I decided to read one of them, that was when i found out that gangsters don't fall in love, their lover are always seen as a weakness cause most of them are not strong, that's why he has been begging me to kill my feelings cause he feels he is not good enough for me. We are in this together from now on, I placed his hands on my and slept off on his body. Noah pov's

I try to get up from the table, but the mobster stops me. “I need you in this business, love—espabilo—, Erick, I need you to arm some bombs for Gian Lucas's whorehouse; love, you will be my bait, I need you to seduce the new boss in charge of the place. Italian asshole stole my merchandise and I want it back.” He wants to bring down the night club with them inside. Damn son of a bitch! ********

The burn scorched my throat, but it cleared my head. I opened my laptop and began compiling everything I had done for the famiglia over the years. Over the years, I had defused multiple FBI investigations, opened up the Enroppe drug routes, absorbed three rival famiglia's turfs, and built up the famiglia's legitimate business empire. All these were my bargaining chips. I had never lived by clinging to Vincenzo. Without him, I could still thrive, or even do better.

"Birds of the same feather flocked together. That man has secrets. I will dig deeper and give the information to the club." The two men were almost done with desserts. They were talking in low tones but the audio on Beau's one-of-a-kind computer could pick out their words. They were referring to women as horses. "Asshole!" Dinara muttered. The former mafia leader needed money from the earl and as payment, he was selling one of his women. "I'm going to drain that motherfucker's bank account." The tzarina vowed. They shook hands on their deal then parted ways. Outside the restaurant, on cue, Otis and Baldy approached Jaime.

A flash of gunfire tore through the darkness, yanking Dominic back to that smoky bar where Luca’s laugh had once filled the air with warmth. Rain battered the Gold Coast flat now, its peeling walls trembling as he pushed himself up, a sharp sting slicing through his side. He cut an imposing figure, broad shoulders hunched under a shredded coat, his hair plastered against a scarred cheek from some forgotten brawl. He’d clawed his way out of the South Side’s muck, stabbing his mentor in the back to seize control of Wicker Park’s gambling dens and the Loop’s shadowy rackets.

“He’s probably some middle-aged pot bellied dude, right? I mean all the gangsters I've seen on the news have not been like they are portrayed in the movies. They are all tracksuit wearing sweaty ....” She had a point, and it was a point I was going to cling onto. Modern media had made these dangerous men, style icons. Sex symbols but in reality, they weren't anything like that. No that it gave me much peace. I had a horrible crawling sensation up my back. Almost like someone was watching me. turning sharpy in my seat I half expected the man who had been staring at us so intently to be there. his eyes glued to my back. He wasn’t. His table was empty. Just a half-finished muffin sitting on a

SECTION 1 PROLOGUE § LOUIS § “No weakness”. That had always been my motto. Taking over my stepfather's criminal organisation set me alight on a dark and fiery path. I sold drugs, I smuggled firearms into the country, and I collected debts from people who wouldn't pay up. I was the Don. Motherfuckers knew better than to cross me. I was powerful. Indomitable. People feared me. The consequence for anybody who crossed me was a bullet between their eyes...

Was I not doing a good job? Then he demanded, “Open up. Wide.” When I opened my mouth, he slipped his côck inside, going further than before. “Sûck me.” . A. Gupta Have you checked out my other books!!! All are completed. Dark Mafia Romance. Arrange Marriages. Enemies to Lovers. Blackmails. And Anti-heroes with OTT possessiveness and highly morally grey characters. BOOKS: BRIDE TO BE. CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance