Gangster Disciple Star Novels & Stories

If anything, my years as dispatcher had taught me resilience. Where did a man with no digital footprint conduct his real business? I hesitated and breached regional security clearance files. My breath caught. Got him. His pictures flooded my screen. Devastating photos, each one carrying an unsettling energy. The kind that could make good women ignore their instincts. The file expanded and my blood turned cold. Dominic Morvanti was one of the largest weapons manufacturers in the region. The man who made me feel seen. The man who called me Little Bird. The man who looked at me like I was precious.

“You know him?” “I have footage of him leaving your taxi depot. You’re working with him, aren’t you?” He shakes his head vigorously, lip curling into a sneer. “I would never stoop so low.” “But he said Xander Mancini sends his best right before he shot my brother. You’re telling me you have nothing to do with him?” Xander looks utterly offended. “I would never. What gangster in their right mind would ever be caught working with the cops? That’s a death sentence in our world and you know it.”

"This man you've bound and gagged is our leader, he is the backbone of the Cosa Nostra and he was rather stupid to come here without his men." They all share a look and I laugh, understanding their vile intentions. "No, no, no. Don’t even think about it," I warn. "I can easily take you all out." "There's only one of you," Don Corrado says, pulling out a gun. What a dirty rat, how did Enzo not see this? Or his grandfather for that matter. "Hmm, Okay!" I clap my hands. "Let's have a little fun shall we not?" I smirk

He looks like a young warrior wrestling with a heavy rock that could smash his whole world into pieces. Elder Clement steps in front of the boy with practiced mafia calm. "And what pack do your boots belong to, young man?" Before Ethan can even find his voice, a guard in the front row shouts out, "That is Luciano's favorite disciple!" Ethan’s face twists with pure disgust at the word. "I am not his disciple!" he snaps, his voice cracking with heavy emotion. "He used my claws! He forced my wolf to go along with all his dirty scams! Everything about his alpha title is a massive lie!"

“Amelia, you’ve done well. You’re a natural-born leader. You have to be strong, to protect your delicate sister.” The dream shattered. I shot awake. The room was bright with sunlight. I got out of bed and splashed my face with ice-cold water. The woman in the mirror had sharp eyes. All the weakness, all the grief, had been sealed away in the deepest part of my heart during the long night. I knew better than anyone that the mafia is a meat grinder. The storm never stops. The second you show a crack, you get eaten alive. I slid my gun into its holster and strode down the stairs.

"You saved our lives when we were drowning, and you dropped this behind when you ran away. We have been looking for our savior for a very long time. The Valerius family always repays its debts, and right now, we also need to crush Liam's business to secure our own territory. Let us be your weapon." I looked down at the silver locket in my palm, then looked back up at the three men. The numbness inside me solidified into pure, unyielding iron. My shaking completely stopped. My eyes turned entirely to ice as I firmly nodded my head. "Deal," I whispered, the word dropping coldly in the quiet room. "I will be your downfall, Liam. I am going to take everything you love and burn your entire world

First was usually his fist, then other things I don't even like to name. Turning eighteen didn't change a damn thing. He still hits me and makes me keep my mouth shut because I know a secret he once told me when he was all drunk. I spent the entire morning underneath a Harley Davidson. I've been trying to figure out why the transmission kept grinding third gear. My hair was all greasy and the garage stank of gas, sweat, and everything mechanical. Dmitri, almost the only worker left in Night Wolves' garage, my father's biker club, walked up to me.

I threw myself on my bed and stared up at the glow in the dark stars that I've never really paid much attention to. "Wake up!" Sunny really has a way to get on my bad side. I kicked her off my bed and into the floor. "ow!" "Don't wake me up." I shrugged. I got up and helped her up. I went to my closet and threw on some workout clothes. I have the day to train and get ready for initiation. The dance part is easy, it's the fighting that has me a little nervous. I may have taken a few classes but I know gangs train differently. So Sunny said she'd show me a few steps and hits. Afterward, even though I know the dance steps she said she'd show me a couple of steps there also. I don't know what I

'Eto lang kaya ng kinikita ko, 18 na 'ko pero hindi makahanap ng matinong trabaho dahil ang underground battle na ang naging puhunan ko. I still feel uneasy, na may nakamasid. Pinag-pahinga ko na si mama at nagpaalam muna na may bibilhin lang. "Ah!" inda neto nang maabutan ko sa may hagdaanan pababa. I pushed him at the wall after a punch, "Sino nagpadala sayo!?" tanong ko sabay diin pa sa kwelyo niya. Ngumisi lang ang tarantado, "Bayad ako, pati pananahimik ko." pang-aasar pa niya.

Sitting in the car, he looked at me and said, “Grandpa, why didn’t you clarify my identity? They all think I am a liar.” “Why? Aren’t you a liar?” I glared at him. “How I am a lair?” he frowned. “Ailina is my disciple, but you say that she is not my disciple. It's not a lie.” I glared at him. “I am doing it for her,” he said. “What are you doing for her?” I asked.