Gangster Disciple Star Novels & Stories

The live stream was still running, and the comments section exploded instantly. "Holy crap! Are these real special forces?" "Tiger Commando Unit? Isn't that the legendary squad?" "Oh my god, the streamer just called him a mobster when he's clearly a hero!" Clutching his chest, Antonio lifted his head with difficulty. "T-there must be some mistake. He's just a security guard." Giovanni spun around and pulled out his military ID and several gleaming gold medals from inside his jacket. Then, he strode over to Antonio and slammed them into his face.

He stared at the way Xavier held his hands—the specific, bladed stance of his fingers. ​"That... that movement," the thug leader stammered in fear, wheezing as blood bubbling at the corner of his mouth. "The 'Coiling Serpent' strike... Only one family taught that. But….They're all dead!" ​Xavier stepped onto the man’s chest, leaning down until their faces were inches apart. "Then you’re looking at an undead man." ​The thug’s voice turned into a terrified whimper. “ If the Don finds out ......"

Just then, a police officer came in. “Miss Gianna, you've been dismissed from this case. We'll take it from here.” “What?” I couldn't believe my ears. It had to be a joke, right? I watched Roman rise from his seat and Jesus, why did this man kill my parents? I would rather let him fuck me than hate him. He was all muscles, and he looked like he would show me a good time if things were different. Still, I was boiling with untamed anger. I realized what was going on really quickly. They were going to let him go, even in the United States?

I just don't care as long as I have my way with what I want. " Look, I'm in need of real cash and I don't care if he's a gangster or not. And he wasn't even a gangster, he didn't look like one." " So how could you tell if you see one?" He asks and I shrug. " Just forget about it Romeo, i just wanna sell it out." " I don't know of anyone who wants a to buy a stolen wrist watch." He says and I'm offended. I am not a thief for Pete's sake. I just... take.

"the gangsters?" "Gangsters?" Mike question. Clara realized what she said. "I'm sorry, I guess he still doesn't know. Anyway, I'm tired of protecting you, you know that." "I'm not one of then anymore after my mother died," I answered. "Besides, I didn't kill anyone," "Yet you did crimes, idiot. I can arrest you right now," "I'll surrender myself once I'm finished. I promise," I looked at her eyes. "You know I'm a man of promise,"

Then, I cornered him against the wall. Fear encapsulated his eyes while his companion held me. "Calm down, Sir," said he, in a lower tone. I shut my eyes. The man sprinted away when I released him. The other was also banished, and I was left calling Kachina’s phone number. Three rings, no answer. I had already flooded her text messages, but all with no reply. To regain my composure, I reached for the whiskey from the table. The golden platters were empty while the candles melted into short ones.

Mark asked him angrily as he squeezed Franco's neck a bit. "Looks like he was the one who sold you, Ricardo." Nickon said as he came back into the living room with a bunch of stuff into his hands. That included Ricardo's wedding picture along with his wife. Ricardo balled his fists and nodded his head towards Mark. He understood what Ricardo wanted to tell him. He slammed Franco on the ground and pulled out his gun. "Any last words, ugly man." Mark asked. Franco opened his mouth to say something but before the words could come out of his mouth, a bullet blew a hole into his tongue and his neck.

"I am Prince Dylan, King Stephen’s lone child, and ruler of Stalwart Castle." On the other hand, she prepared herself and allowed herself the privilege of making an introduction. "I’m the most dreaded person in the gangster community, Adira, and I’m from another country." The prince gave her a close-up look while looking at her. "What’s a gangster, exactly?" "People who kill anyone who crosses their path are callous and kill with no mercy." He abruptly turned to face his father. “Father, who exactly did you hire? Why a criminal?" Her ability to perceive fear in his eyes.

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.

He then questions caressing my cheek after we pull back. "I want to know everything." I breathe with my lips still touching his. "Like really everything?" He sighs and repeats. "Everything..." He brushes his knuckles upon my cheek and I lean into his touch. "You know what I do. Like you just said. Yes, I am a gangster, Nicole. A bloody gangster." He chuckles humorlessly as he pulls his hand back and my face falls at the loss of contact with his skin. I see his eyes turning darker with a serious expression masking his face as he continues. "I work for a gang called Cobra, which is run by our leader Richard Scott. We have several chains over different parts of the states and even in European c