Gangster Dbz Novels & Stories

If I'm afraid, I won't take that 100 million dollars. Miss Jin, you should know what I do. I'm a gangster. To put it mildly, I'm the boss of the club. To put it mildly, I'm a gangster. We're just making a living... "Tang bin doesn't want to lose all his brothers' lives because of this incident, but he's not afraid of the police to investigate him, because the police can't find him at all, Maybe he will provide a good clue to the police and let them slowly follow that clue to find out the behind the scenes.

“We’re in DC’s territory. I picked this place for a reason.” Gianna frowned. “DC’s?”. “The dragons and cobras,” Giovanni clarified. “They’re an up and coming gang--they fractured away from their alma mater a few months ago, but it was all amicable.” “They’re just starting to carve out a name for themselves, which means they don’t have beef with any of the other gangs for there to be a problem, and the ones like Infinite won’t pay them any mind, either. No one is watching here. No one will report back to Hagrid or any of Maddox’s little thugs.”

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.

Not all unions are made in heaven and bound to be fairy tales. The Nepharious Gangster's lethal Love - the painful saga of love and hurt. To be continued.....

Liam. He’s sitting at a table near the window, legs stretched out, one arm draped over the back of his chair like he owns the place. Maybe he does. People know who he is. People fear him. And yet, he looks so... calm. Casual. Like he’s just another guy grabbing a morning coffee. Except he isn’t. He’s one of the most dangerous drug lords in the city. And I’m about to walk up to him and ask for help.

Devon: Xavier’s fist connects with my face and I stumble backward. “What is wrong with you? You are losing focus, something you rarely do.” As much as I hate to agree with him, he’s right. These days have been exhausting for me. I sigh, peeling out my boxing gloves and dropping them on the floor, with a silent grunt, I come out of the boxing ring. Xavier Castillo owns an underworld boxing ring, where gangsters fight for money; he owns an criminal mafia organization known as The Nexus that operates secretly but to the world, he owns a fast-chain security company.

Hence he never thought of anyone else other than his original peers of gangsters and syndicate were the perpetrator of this incident. On top of the humiliations and the unfairness that he felt right now, for such things to happened to him, he also had to worry another things, which is the money and the drugs that were gone along with the BJ Streamers and a bunch of his gangsters underlings. Because, that money and drugs, is actually not his, only 10 percent of the drugs that White Star Entertainment had were produce by him and the rest belonged to the Dragon Bei Triad.

I'm familiar with most gangsters, so just in case. ''He had long hair, an ugly scarred face, and rough tattooed hands. Oh, and he was dressed in traditional robes.'' ''Oh, that's...'' Nikolai recognized the gangster right away after hearing the description. Yes, he was sure...it was none other than Hester Roswell's biggest rival; Satoru Miyamoto. He was an Alpha gangster in his early 60s and was famous for his drugs.

The gangster grinned wickedly when he sensed how weak Garren was. “Classmate? You better f*ck off before I f*ck you up. Do you know who I am?” Garren was frightened. He asked timidly, “W-who are you?” “I’m in the Empire.” As the gangster grinned, the flaps on his cheeks widened, making him look vicious. He raised his arm to display the dragon tattoo on it and said, “See this? They call me Dragon.”

He leaned on his motor and began to read. Dear Gangster, Lucifer Cuenca, the name of the man who received and I am not ashamed. A lot is being stoned about me being a Psycho and Weirdong girl. I've been seeing you at school for a few years but you just talked to me too. I will never forget how we started talking.