Novel & Cerita Gangster Christmas

Helping Mr. Gang Leader . Chapter 107: Unrequited love: The most painful kind of love to be trapped in . There was something to be said for persevering through adversity. Because for the first time in a very long time, Gianna managed to have an amazing Christmas. Christmas time for Gianna was typically not a huge event. She knew a fairly large number of people who celebrated the holiday, both religiously and in the secular sense, but with Gianna’s reduced family size, there weren’t a lot of people to celebrate with.

At least it’s warm in here. Soft Christmas music plays through overhead speakers, and there aren’t many people here. I head straight for the service counter. There’s only one other person on the last stool here, but my eyes are too blurry to notice past that. “Your strongest cocktail, please,” I say, ignoring the bartender’s greetings. He does as I ask, and the second my lips connect with the salty glass, I down the entire thing in three big gulps. It burns. “Arrggghh!” I wince, squeezing my lips with how shitty it tastes, but I immediately feel warm inside.

“Your dad? The doctor?” ‎“The doctor, the legend, the man who thinks he’s too busy to have a social life. But I promise you, you’ll meet him on Christmas Eve. He’s hosting the holiday party this year.” Cami shrugged, totally unconcerned. “Anyway, he rushed back to the hospital. Hopefully, he didn’t accidentally run anyone over in the process.” ‎ ‎I shook the image of the rude, devastating stranger from my head. No way was that intense, dark-eyed man Cami’s dad. He had looked like a storm, not a family man hosting a party.

He was the kind of man they could probably describe as villains in a novel. “His name is Scarlett. In the Mafia world, he goes by Jax. Notorious drug dealer and a serial killer, his existence in the crime world had being a pain in the ass since we got no substantial evidence against”. Douglas tapped the red light. “This is where he’ll be tonight. His private club. Tight security, but tonight he’s only bringing a few men. We need to apprehend him.” Alex frowned. “But how, sir?. We got no evidence on him. And if we do he’s not going down without a fight”.

Iker ran a hand through his hair, visibly frustrated. "What makes you believe in his protection after his own men almost killed you?" Lizzy hugged herself, and her voice cracked. "The contract..." "Lizzy, do you really think Greed will keep his end of the deal? You must remember that he's a gangster, and not just any gangster, but the leader of the most powerful mafia in New York. Trusting him wholeheartedly, based solely on a contract that he could break at any moment, is complete madness." And she knew it. It was complete madness to trust someone so dangerous. But even if he broke his word, she wouldn't break hers to protect herself and her child.

He buttoned up his sleeves and looked at Hunter who also smirked before turning to Brandon who was watching them like a dumb. “I am the Mafia lord of America. Xander is jumping on whose support, just a handful of cops? He is only a businessman while I am the King of the underworld. I didn’t underestimate him, Brandon, he did. And it’s time to show him the power a Gangster holds.” His voice was so deep and low as if rose from the depth of Hades. Brandon turned queasy the moment his eyes collided with the blazing inferno in his eyes that held the power to draw anyone inside and charred them to the bone. Brandon cleared his throat a little before speaking, “What are you planning on doing?” He s

His curiosity about the new sensation is immediately replaced by discomfort. “On the left corner,” the second gangster announces playfully, “weighing one million thousand pounds, Miiiiiiiiiike Typhoooooooon!!!!!!!!!!!” Another uninhibited blow lands this time on Chester’s brow, splitting it open. The glasses he’s wearing instantly get mangled. “STOP IIIIIIIIT!” Rina screams and attempts to separate the attacker from Chester. “Don’t hurt him!” Gangster number two wraps his arms around her waist and drags her back, not wasting time to cop a feel.

Minutes later, a loud crash echoed from the nearby gift shop. Sebastian and Nyra sprang into action, weapons drawn. Snow sprayed under their boots as they charged toward the noise. Inside, a man in black tactical gear was attempting to stuff crates of decorations into a suspiciously large bag. He froze when he saw the two mafia bosses—yes, bosses—charging at him. Sebastian fired a warning shot into the ceiling. “Step away from the Christmas ornaments!” Nyra rolled her eyes. “You really do make everything dramatic.” The man panicked, dropping the bag and bolting toward the door. Nyra fired a quick shot that clipped his jacket, sending him stumbling face-first into a pile of gift-wrapped boxes

Dexter stepped out from the shadows, lowering his gun. “He talks too much. I'm Dexter, your botler,”he giggled. He was tall, tatted and good looking. A corn row on his head. He looked more like a play boy than a mafia. He walked close to me, extending his hand and i grabbed it, trying hard to hide my fear, my grip firm. “Welcome to the real mafia life, boss. This is just the…begining.” a cruel smile on his lips.

“I thought it was weird too, which is why I launched a detailed investigation into Greyson. After several days of tailing him and looking into him, I managed to find some information on him. Greyson used to be a gangster who took part in scams, abductions, fights, and brawls. He only got back on the right track two years ago when he opened his shop in the Western District. Since then, he has spent the years as a model citizen without committing any crimes.