Novel & Cerita Gangster Boondocks

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.

A gun was drawn. "Don't tell me you're going to..." The Wolf Gang man smiled meaningfully. "I'm sure you understand. Well, you're right. We can't kill you because we need you alive, but that doesn't mean we can't kill the others, right?" Angie widened her eyes. "What the fuck? What do you mean, huh?" The gun was pressed against the nightclub manager's temple. The safety was released. Angie cringed as she saw the Wolf Gang man's fingers ready to pull the trigger. One small movement and the bullet in the gun would instantly blow a hole through the nightclub manager's head.

The newcomer was the most powerful gangster in Brownsville, Drake Hughes. He was big and tall, bearing a striking resemblance to a comedy character from an old movie. As a result, he had the nickname Big Silly Hughes when he first started out. However, as he continued to rise up the ranks, no one dared to mention that insulting nickname again.

in gangster TV shows and dramas. Most men are wimps. Products of "civilized" society. No testosterone, no balls, and damn sure no ambition. They sit in their bedrooms donating their money to online girls who fake interest in them. Me, I've built a kingdom on bones and blood-the corpses of men who thought they could get in my way. You want something in life, you've gotta take it. And I've taken. But now sitting here in my penthouse overlooking Billionaire's Row in New York City, I'm bored.

I don’t want to collaborate because if we did, we’d only make other gangs think that they can join forces with us. They can’t. We don’t fight for violence. Although, that would be too hard to believe. Mitch’s burner phone chimed. It was a text message. She opened it and her jaw ticked as she read the body of the message. She showed her screen to us. Glyph: Let us set a meeting. We need to beat the Ventrex. My face contorted in disgust. These men…how dare they call themselves men? I don’t even get it. “They’re disgusting…” Nanette said disapprovingly.

"You shouldn't have seen that. But then you have to, I want to tell you I didn't kill him without a offense. He's been going around hurting little children, killing and abusing his family. He's a bad guy" I swallowed and used the bed spreadsheet to cover my self still not able to look at him. "It wasn't me that changed your clothes, it wasn't me" He said, just as if he was reading my mind. "You've everyone for everything" I muttered. "It's.... It's one of the advantage of being a boss. A Gangstar boss and an CEO" he said plainly. My heart almost stopped beating for a while. He is a Gangstar? And the boss!? How the hell didn't I find out earlier?. That means, a Gangstar bought me, and a Gangs

I can't disagree with his every word. " What about my work? I will need money." " Why? You will be my guest. Money will be your least concern." " Then what should be my concern? Who are you?" I leaned forward, pushed by unhealthy curiosity. Liam mimicked my gesture. " Have you ever seen ' The Godfather '?"

His voice was deathly calm at first, but the room vibrated with his fury as he spoke. "You all mean to tell me that the Creek—a one-way-in-and-out area, thousands of miles away from civilization, surrounded by hundreds of men and drones—was breached? That someone walked in and walked out with a fucking living person weighing over 180 pounds, and not one camera or human caught a damn thing?" He fumed in anger, rage burning in his eyes. Leonardo's fingers twitched as he pointed his gun at the nearest man, the urge to pull the trigger and kill every single one of the incompetent fools was overpowering.

Alexander I stopped the car when Jay, Charlie, and James surrounded it. They really wanna die. I came out of the car. "Who's she?" Charlie asked me. He is the leader of their so-called gang. "Does that matter to you?" I was not in the mood for any fight. "Oh? She's another slut of you I guess" That was it. I took out my gun and shot him in his chest. They were terrified. They thought I'd not carry a gun to school. They are really stupid.

It wasn’t Lake Shore Drive but One Bennett Park was right up there with the rest of the wealthy areas of Chicago. I unpacked and left my apartment to go meet Crazy Bo. We met up at a bar close to Garfield Park and had a few drinks. We left after two drinks and we walked into a dark alley behind the bar. I met Bo seven years ago and whatever you wanted on the black market, he was the guy to get it for you. He was expensive, but discreet, and he always delivered, no matter what it was. Bo handed me my package and I gave him an envelope filled with cash. We went our separate ways and I made my way slowly back towards upper Chicago and took a cab back to my apartment.