Gangster Dbz Novels & Stories

I needed to play the part. “He took me and he kept me in this dark room for so long.” I said in my emotional tear-filled state. “I wasn’t sure if I was every going to see you or our son again.” “I’ll leave the two of you alone.” The doctor said as he walked out of the room. The man, Alfonso Gambino, I recalled him from the pictures, stood up and hugged me, holding me carefully, comforting me. He was so gentle that for a minute there I wondered if he was even a dangerous gangster like what I was made to believe.

But seeing them struggling to stand, she worried she might have hurt them more than intended. Gangster 1, the one who had taken the flying kick, held his side. “...The pain’s manageable. It’s just that—I was so shocked I couldn’t stand up for a while.” Gangster 1 was tall and lean, with well-built muscles. He practiced boxing in his spare time and often took small roles as bullies or bodyguards in films and dramas. Yet despite his sturdy frame, that kick had sent him flying. Gangster 2 and 3 also expressed their awe at Danice’s strength.

"Well, you're the gangster’s daughter, so I kind of expected it to be, you know..." "Actually, I don't," she replied cutting in. "Don't you think your excitement for a dangerous world like the gangsters is getting out of hand?" she asked. "There's no such thing as 'out of hand" I responded. “Seriously, You do know that Gangsters are criminals right?” She Suddenly asked, staring intensively at me. So you are admitting that you are the daughter of a criminal? I almost blurted out. "Really? Cool.” I replied with a repressed smile, "Oh, can I try them on?" I asked, pushing down her statement.

A lanky man stepped into view, with tattoos covering every inch of visible skin on his body. His face had the words Danger Zone tattooed under his eyes, with one word under each. If that wasn’t sign enough to turn around, I didn’t know what was. Looking up at Cyran, he didn’t say anything or show any sign of being uncomfortable. “Where is the video?” Cyran asked, without hesitation. “Is that any way to greet an old friend?” The guy countered while sizing Cyran up and down with a smirk on his face. “We were never friends.” Cyran sounded annoyed, but his face remained blank.

Vic says as he raises his glass to his lips and takes a sip. “Three blades strapped to my thing and a small hand gun to my other thigh” I tell him doing the same and taking a sip of my wine. As we go finish speaking the chef personally comes out with our plates. “Count four Cartel, spider tattoos, Diabla will be heading your way in twenty” he bows his head and smiles. Then he laughs and jokes while making a show of explaining our meals to us. I had expected a night out with my husband to be but in this world I guess that wishful thinking.

The asistant, who's name was Anita Cord, said "There is a man here to see the Chairman. But he said that he does not want to talk to any woman. Only the Chairman. Shall I send him in?" Debbie frowned at this, then replied "Yes, send him in." The man who walked into her office was a well known gangster in Fing City. His name was Joe Rhame. He had ruled over the business district for years as a standover man and con artist. The police had never been able to catch him, as his victims were too scared to press charges. Debbie had been waiting on him to show up since she first took over the firm. As the man walked in, Debbie stood up and extended her had in greetings. "Hello Mr. Rhame. I'm Debbie

The gangster smirked and stepped ahead. “No one has the strength and courage to find me. But you found me and are standing in front of me. I've heard a lot about you. But you are more impressive than that. Your methods are more unstable and advanced than mine. I appreciate it. If anything like this happens in future, I will kill the man who will do this. And if you ever need me anywhere, I am there.” “I won't need you.” He exhaled smoke. The gangster didn't get angry. He was already drowned in Yohan Dixon's personality.

" Enrico ordered one of the men standing outside. "What if she calls the police, boss?" "Give it back immediately." Enrico screaming. For a moment, Livia felt inside one of the American police films directed by Francis Ford Coppola. One day, she watched The Godfather with her best friend, but never imagined that one day she would be stuck with the gangster Enrico's employee returned and gave the cell phone to the boss. "Open!" The mobster ordered the henchman. Livia retreated when Enrico entered the cage. He reached out and handed over his cell phone.

Zack took my right similarly to Blake whilst Jake and I took front and Dominic in the centre. "So you actually showed up." A voice then called out, coming out of the shadows. It was Jakob, the gang leader. Behind him were three more of his members, Jordan, Kobe, and Marcel which I had to be cautious of. "You know I'd never back down in a fight, as pointless as it may be," I reply which makes him snarl. "Pointless? That's rich coming from you. If you would have just agreed to our contract conditions, everything could have been fine."

The two of them came to the back of the hotel, where is the parking lot, not much people right now. Standing still, David Pevi said in a deep voice: "I will fight now!" As soon as the words left his mouth, he rushed over with an arrow step, his speed was fast. Faced with David Pevi's fast speed, even Allen Peterson could not help but be surprised. In fact, he was not familiar with the gangster business in East China Sea City, if he was a little familiar with it, he would know that David Pevi is among the most capable gangsters in East China Sea City, and is especially known for his speed.