Novel & Cerita Gangster Christmas

She dialed it, and a young man's voice rang out from the other end of the line, accompanied by the sound of clinking glasses and laughter. "Hello, Ms. Stone. How nice it is to hear from you after all this time! Is there anything I can help you with?" The man on the other end of the line was Flynn Chapman, one of the most notorious gangsters in Drunham City. He was, at this moment, sitting at the table of a bar with his subordinates, surrounded by throes of beautiful, smoking hot ladies. One of them was perched on his lap, giggling and feeding his grapes by the bundle as he toyed with her bountiful bosom.

One soft click. The picture came out tasteful but teasing, enough to make him grin. She smiled, selected Darren’s name, hit send. Then tossed her phone onto the bed and poured herself a glass of cheap red wine. Next week, she'd have her bags packed, ready to head to Maysville, the small town she'd grown up in for Christmas. Her holiday plan was just perfect! Her playlist hummed to life; jazzy, lazy Christmas tunes filling the air. For the first time all day, her shoulders relaxed. She even started humming along, thinking about what tomorrow morning would look like. Morning pancakes, bad movies, Darren’s laugh…

He knew Billy was into Rose so there was no way he could let other gangsters take her away. “Punk, loud words you have there. You have no idea who I am.” The gangster glared at Gavin, trying to scare him off. Gavin narrowed his eyes and swung a slap at the gangster’s face. “I don’t care who the hell you are! Get out of my face!” Slap! The gangster was slapped. “You bastard! How dare you slap Brother Leath?!” The other gangsters clamored. Gavin rolled up his sleeves to reveal his muscles and said proudly, “I don’t care if he’s Heath Ledger or Leath Hedger. Do you know who my master is? Leave or I will break your bones!”

“Look at it, Penelope. I don't kill little children or abuse women. I don't agree with most of the ideals of groups like the Brotherhood. I work to protect these people, and they give me something in return for it. I'm not a Robin Hood. I don't take it from the rich. And I don't take it from the poor. I'm just ridding this city of most of the worst elements that arise to take away our peace. I would doubt it very much if someone here opened their mouth to talk about something bad about me.” "Maybe they're just scared," I went in a humorous tone, Dante rolled his eyes playfully. "Seriously, Dante, you were a good surprise tonight. I didn't think I would know a gangster who had children so the

“If only he was that cool and restrained.” Things have already started once we step inside. There’s an enormous table filled with hors d'oeuvres and several men tending bar. On the larger stage in the main room is a band playing jazz covers of Christmas songs that gives the whole party a Great Gatsby vibe. A fellow debt collector named Franky spots me from over at the bar and immediately comes over. “Aye, Dominic!” he howls, clearly already a few drinks deep. “How the hell are ya?” “Hey, Franky—”

He had dragon tattoos all over the side of his neck and on the lips of his mouth was a thin stick of cigar which he ouffed heavily on. Luxander dextro Matthew was his name. The leader of ‘SEVEN STARS’, the most ruthless mafia gang in the mafia world and also his f*cking business partner. Luxander stopped infront of Gordons as he chuckled seeing him shiver and whimper in fear. His smile faded off as he placed his hands on Gordons shoulders, meaning business. “What do you say? Shall we sit down and talk?”

GANGSTER #1: "Well, we are not hiring anyone new here in town. And as you can see, you're stepping on our turf. So you're going to have to pay our nominal fee if you want to make it out of here alive. It's simple, just hand over the girl and no one gets hurt. You can understand that right? Dantzler: "Okay...I tried to do this nicely." (He puts the stack of flyers he was carrying into the messanger bag slung over his shoulder and places the bag down on the ground. He gets himself low to the ground; similar to that of a wolf ready to hunt.)

“Is the little lady okay?” It surprised me he bothered to ask. “Yeah . . . a little shaken, but she’s fine.” Gia shot me a quizzical glance. “Pass on my regards. When all this is over with, y'all can take a well-earned break, courtesy of the Reaper Cartel.” That was gangster slang for an all-expenses-paid vacation. What did Gia say? Never pass up the offer of a gift. Oh well, I guess she’s brushing off on me.

What is he doing? “They said they’re already here?” he replied, unsure. Stan looked at all of us. It only means one thing. We need to be careful. Astra, no matter how good their intentions may be, is still a deadly group of the best female gangsters. Night Train glared at me. “We meet again, Stallion…” he said in a menacing tone. I smirked. “Good to know you can stand on your own feet now…” He gritted his teeth and was about to attack me when a dart with a yellow flag struck right in the middle of the two groups.

"the gangsters?" "Gangsters?" Mike question. Clara realized what she said. "I'm sorry, I guess he still doesn't know. Anyway, I'm tired of protecting you, you know that." "I'm not one of then anymore after my mother died," I answered. "Besides, I didn't kill anyone," "Yet you did crimes, idiot. I can arrest you right now," "I'll surrender myself once I'm finished. I promise," I looked at her eyes. "You know I'm a man of promise,"