Gangster Boondocks Novels & Stories

He raised an eyebrow. “Who? Me?” The man asked in mock surprise. “Why, I’m Julian’s best bud, of course! I’m hurt he never mentioned me. Maybe it’s time for those cool matching friendship bracelets!” “Go burn in hell!” Julian’s horrified shudder made both Leo and Abhay laugh out loud. “But he said I was his best bud! Go get another!” Leo said in a whiny voice which made both Julian and Abhay grin. “I like you, kid,” the stranger answered, laughing. “Name’s Abhay Campbell, the master hacker!”

Even the guards around him were staring at each other as they watched these dead corpses on the ground. Back to the house, they were searching on every corner just to be able to find her. However, she was nowhere to be seen. Anton was starting to become suspicious if he had hidden her anywhere, then when he was not looking, he heard the sound of a gun-shot and one of his man had been shot right in the head. Anton and the only living bodyguard who was by his side started to point their gun but before long the guard was once again shot dead. It was like a mass murder within an hour. Probably one of the craziest thing Anton had ever seen. When it was just him left, suddenly Alexander came out o

“Then, I’ll start first. Perhaps, you all already know who I am. I’m T the new leader of Venomous Gang. This is my trainers Captain, Cassie and this is my private assistant, Roy.” Cassie’s eyes widen in shock. Private assistant? It’s now made sense as to why she never saw him before. “So, it’s actually like that. I’ve been wondering who they are for a whole night.” The young man laughed lightly. “I’m Terry. Leader of City Goon Gang. This is my sister, Tania, and this is my right-hand man, Zero.” The man who had a scar around his neck said. His voice was hoarse as if something is hurting his throat, and his expression is even colder. Vale wanted to ask about his scar but thought against it. F

Not the soft kind that whispers against rooftops—this was the kind that slammed the pavement like bullets, fat and cold, like the sky was mourning the bodies it hadn’t dropped yet. I stepped out of the car the second we hit the gravel at Dock Nine. My boots sank into the mud, steam curling from the heat of the explosion still licking the air. Sirens wailed in the distance—late, as always. South Port’s law enforcement didn’t show unless they were paid to. And I sure as hell didn’t pay them. Andrew moved beside me, quick and sharp like a shadow that breathed. He was already barking orders into his comm, eyes scanning every crate, every broken lamplight, every trembling silhouette trying to pre

And personal made you reckless. ‎ ‎Made you blind. ‎ ‎"Where’s the meet?" Enzo asked. ‎ ‎"Brooklyn. Old club, shut down years ago. If I’m not back in two hours—" ‎ ‎"I’ll burn the place down looking for you," he finished. ‎ ‎I smirked. "That’s the spirit." ‎ ‎Hanging up, I grabbed my gun, tucking it into the holster at my back before heading out. ‎ ‎The night was thick with rain, streets slick under the glow of city lights. By the time I reached the club, my contact was already waiting—a wiry old man with sharp eyes and a cigarette hanging from his lips.

"Yeah, the name sounds familiar. If I had to guess, he's probably the head of a big gangster in Brooklyn." Bella closed her mouth. Her guess was the same. His appearance was not far from the gangsters in movies. Neat, arrogant, and cold. "What if you're being targeted to be kidnapped and sold into the human trafficking market?" Darrell teased. "Hey, why are you scaring me?" Bella pouted. Darrell burst out laughing. "I'm just kidding. Or maybe he's fallen in love with you. Ah, so romantic. An innocent girl chased by a ruthless and cold mafia boss." Bella sneered. Until now, she couldn't conclude Marco Vilante's intentions.

I stop by at a black market to get ammunition for the task ahead. There's no doubt, the doctor has a strong support system who's no doubts a big shot in the Mafia. Few hours past, i'm in the midst of a local market, on my way to the ranch. I slow the vehicle down, finally halting in a small corner of the busy street. It's already dusk. It's been more than twelve years since i've come to this town. I put on my shades and mix into the crowd, in search of the ranch. It should be close by but i'm not ready to wander about.

Harrison was expecting us, so there was no doubt that he would put on a good show. The front door was opened for us and we were led through. The rooms were clean, white and very expensive looking. "Bossman wants your weapons," a young man wearing joggers stated in a broad British accent. I recognized him. He was Bowen, the fucking disappointment. He had no place in a Mafia, yet Harrison kept him close. Unfortunately, Harrisonburg was stuck with family, and he had Bowen who was a runt of his. I pulled out my only gun and handed it to him, then Sienna did the same. Bowen sucked his teeth loudly while looking at Sienna. He tried to puff out his chest as he nodded his large head.

“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!”

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.