Gangster Boondocks Novels & Stories

" Enrico ordered one of the men standing outside. "What if she calls the police, boss?" "Give it back immediately." Enrico screaming. For a moment, Livia felt inside one of the American police films directed by Francis Ford Coppola. One day, she watched The Godfather with her best friend, but never imagined that one day she would be stuck with the gangster Enrico's employee returned and gave the cell phone to the boss. "Open!" The mobster ordered the henchman. Livia retreated when Enrico entered the cage. He reached out and handed over his cell phone.

Cynthia encouraged once more, encovering Linda's frame with her arms. Bode strained, squatting with trepidation; he could still hear the clattering and loud thud of footsteps with vulgar language proudly uttered by harsh voices. He could rise angrily and call them - cruel, useless or good for nothing motherfuckers but he wouldn't dare! Lagos robbers were like equipped giant difficult to contend with and he knew this. He had been told they were armed with rifles, cutlasses and sharp - edged bottles. Bode prayed, sighing and breathing heavily with eyelids closed as he felt urine trickle down his knees. He shifted, cursing as Mama Fatty crouched with her hips raised up and headgear encovering h

"So my brothers and sisters in woe and arms, my suggestion is, let's have a showdown. And the winner, rules Westrock. What do you say?" "D-don't fall for her tricks. She's trying to divide us. She's-" Boar stuttered, panicking. "Baldie, are you forgetting something? You are not brothers who are ‘united in all’. You are gangsters. Gangsters. Everyone here is. So what are you afraid of? Isn't this what you do? Fight, kill, and fight again. What are you afraid of? Or.." she suddenly looked up and coldly swept her gaze over everyone present,

Then he forces a smile. “Lucas!” The man behind him steps forward. Boaz keeps his gaze locked on mine. “Wolf Gang. Who are they?” “They’re popular—up and coming,” Lucas replies. “They deal in the real stuff. Drugs. Trafficking. Anything that can be shipped overseas. Their former boss, Katrina, died a few years ago. They’re now led by her lover. Word is he’s psycho, but smart.” “And is there a weak link?” Boaz asks. Lucas tilts his head, thinking.

He laughed and turned around, "I asked for a Princess, not a fvcking clown" "Maybe you got the wrong person" I announced and he clicked his tongue. "Nay.... You're the right one..." "What do you want with me? Who are you?" I was losing my patience already. One minute I was on my way home and another, I'd been taken by some unknown skull-faced gangsters. The young man took a step closer to me and adjusted his biker's jacket, "Since you asked... I'm Gerald Anderson... Acting Don of the Eastern Gang"

he said. I noticed that we were just going to continue screaming at each other without anyone being sorry for the other. I sat there and stayed quiet, my heart was beating so fast but I was glad that the burning in my chest was now zero, I could no longer feel it, and the blood that was coming out of his nose was now wiped out. " I need to know what I have gotten myself into, the maids are not being kind to me, the guards are not speaking to me as well. I see the way they look at me, like I am some enemy" I said.

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! ********

Helping Mr. Gang Leader . Chapter 100: we go down together . Maybe Infinite would have always been there. No, Dante knew they would have. Infinite had been building for the better part of a decade. Dante knew enough about Maddox to know he’d been in the game a long time. Like Dante, Maddox had grown up in a rough part of town, barely scraping by, getting bullied and hassled and downright terrorized by the gangs in power. And then Maddox had pulled himself up, like Dante had. Maddox’s rise to power hadn’t been so different from Dante’s at all. In fact, there wasn’t much different about them at all, except for their modes of operation.

But to them, my silence was as good as a confession. "Nothing to say now, huh?" Antonio weighed the bottle in his hand, a cruel smirk spreading across his face. "Pretty soon, we're going to strip you down and see what tattoos you're hiding. The mafia loves their crosses and their saints. I bet you're no different." In less than ten minutes, the roar of motorcycles echoed from beyond the yard. The front door flew open with a kick, and five thugs with dyed hair and tattooed sleeves barged in. "Boss, where's the guy?"

Caused by the incident between the group of red masked men—gangsters, minions of Mafias, Mr. Hunderson, Vince, Clyde, Everleigh, and Raven were brought to hospital. Vince and Clyde both had minor injury on their head. Raven, aside from his gunshot wounds on his leg and shoulder, he got wounds on his arms and back when he protected Everleigh. They are both in not a good place inside the car, not to mention they don't have seatbelts. Raven's body was bumped around inside the car just to protect Everleigh.