Gangster Couple Novels & Stories

Raphael then had took another set of bullet and put it into his gun. "Hey, I'm just kidding! AhhhH!" He said and run away when Raphael had pointed it to him. "Hah..." Martin massages his temple. That is a common occurence between the two. The man who rushed outside is Vicente Terricota. He is a model and an actor, known for being a playful one who play pranks on his co-star. In the underworld, he is the one who control the image of the Blackstone company. Yes, because the image is important in the business.

She rolled up his pants and said, "Let me take a look, see how bad it is—" The stitches had been torn open, and fresh blood was oozing out. Seeing this, she couldn't help but feel a mix of pain and anger. She glared at Stevenson, who was moaning in pain on the ground. "He really deserves to be beaten to death." Stevenson quivered. This couple was no less ruthless than anyone he'd ever encountered as a gangster. He was genuinely afraid that they would drop all considerations and proceed to beat him to death, right there and then.

!" The boss roared with red eyes. Alex Brown nodded calmly: "Sure, as long as I see Keira ." "Let you find that girl, do I still have a chance to live?" The gangster suddenly laughed, his expression full of hatred: "You had to bring the police! Hmph, I can't live, that girl must also die!" In extreme fear, the gangster's spirit was close to collapse, and it would not do him any good to go on like this. Alex Brown eased his attitude and reassured: "I don't want to bring the police either, it's all their fault. Right now it's just you and me, so wouldn't it be nice to make a deal while we still can and then go our separate ways?" Can the deal continue? Alex Brown picked up the money box when t

The four gangsters looked at each other as if something was planned, and he didn't make a mistake when they suddenly released katanas. But before they could steer the weapons, Zach's companion already shot them. They were using a silencer gun so the gunfire could not be heard. "Hah! You think you can handle me, huh? And you're going to rub my handsome face with your dirty hands?" The arrogant Zach said, even though they are still in a dangerous situation. Zach motioned to his companions and they slowly entered the Battle Underground. And he entered with a smile when he saw that the gangsters inside were startled when they saw them.

She wouldn't pick up his calls or even answer his messages. At night eleven there was a knock at the door of her quarter. Aliza knew who the person was and though she had no intention to see she had no chance to avoid him. She signed the contract and couldn't quit the company, failing which she had to render a massive amount as penalty to the firm. Within a fortnight there is a huge wall built between them accompanied by immense damage in their relationship. How could she get cheated so ruinously in her life? Marrying a mafia leader....what would be the fate of her and her unborn children? How long would she survive with a constant churning in her heart of their children's lives always in da

The VVIP lounge on the balcony felt like a sniper’s nest, partitioned by reinforced glass that overlooked the chaos below. The air was thick with the scent of expensive gin and illegal cigars. The crowd was a lethal cocktail of the city’s elite. I saw pop stars rubbing shoulders with hitmen. In a corner booth, I spotted Lorenzo DeMarco holding court with a couple of high-end ghosts. Further down, I recognized Giovanni Morelli. He was there with his wife, and I knew for a fact that man’s 'import-export' business was written in blood.

She immediately wrapped her arms around Maxime's and hugged him tightly. "Damn it, let go of your hands." Angie didn't care. She knew that what she was doing was dangerous. The man standing next to her was no ordinary man. He was a mysterious gangster who apparently could kill her whenever he wanted. Angie didn't know where her fear was going. "Why are you so reluctant to touch me? You must want my body, too." Angie's words were so direct. The hostess who served them was surprised how easily Angie could say such a sentence.

Hearing my words, she abruptly turned towards me and looked at me. "Listen, Rudraneel. Don't try to act like my husband, as you very well know what kind of nuptial relationship we have. We're behaving as husband and wife in front of the mafia world so that we can get our work done. Keep this as professional as you can. And we have decided earlier that we wouldn't talk about anything else except work, because you know how much my frustration builds up around you, so what's this?" She charged up at me.

And doting his Angel was as patent as the rhythmical throbbing of his pulse. And the lady was not only receptive, but she was also equally responsive and expressive. They indeed are a couple by heart. Had they not mentioned their last names when they introduced themselves, Denny would have never known they were not legally married. Not that he minds, but they are so romantic even in their ages that no one would ever doubt them as deeply in love with each other. They looked like they had a more or less two decades age difference, just like him and Trisha. "How can I see this criminal?" Asked Denny with overt aggression.

Chandeliers lit up the room, the roof being ordained in murals and paintings. The announcers loud voice boomed into the room when he introduced us. "Mr Ace Hernandez, American mafia and Mrs Alessia Ferrari, Italian mafia." It was still so fucking weird to be called Mrs. I smirked when most of the people in the room turned to look at us. Stares of unbridled fear and trepidation overwhelmed them. What a beautiful sight. It was no secret that we were wed. It was, however, a very dangerous alliance between two of the most formidable mafias in the world. I have to say, at least I wasn't given away to someone who was beneath me.