Gangster Disciples Signs Novels & Stories

“Alex. You have always taught us that the first thing is dodging the bullet and the next is looking and finding out who the killer is. So how come you didn’t see who the shooter was?” “So you are saying that I am lying?” “Nope! I am not saying that!” “Huh,” I sighed. I don’t know if he should know. I mean, if he knows, he is the type of guy who would give up the gang or even hate himself for no reason. I can’t do this to someone like him, for someone who forgot our friendship just for the leadership. “So when will you be discharged?” “Um two days” “Oh okay. We all will wait for you! Come back sooner!”

"I will sue you! I will tell to your boss that you harassed me in order to sign those fucking papers!" "Oh, I can't believe this! The news about you is true! You are a casanova! Nastay musician who loves whore! Put it in your mind that I will never be one of your whores! I am not cheap!" Greg held her hand and pushed her inside the unit. She was shocked when Greg kissed her forehead. "You will never be a gangster when you are with me. Just trust me, we can work together with the song you wrote and the contract you signed to will only last for one year. After that, you are free."

The Goons were shocked seeing the tattoo, their eyes widened in horror as they eyed the tattoo of Phoenix which signifies he was the man of that group. And they kept down in front of him with their heads bent down in respect. Falcone gestured to one of them to release the kids. That goon left the kids , took them to their place. Falcone signed them to “fuck away!” They all run to save their lives .

"If it plays with my time, I will ruin his music career before it can even start." He stared at me. "I don't sponsor craps. Them Lil Crest and Carlos are living witnesses. Fellas be making billions of em dollar bills now. You know why?" "Yes, boss," "School me," I urged. "They worked hard and didn't feed you crap," "Exactly. School the nigga," I said, returning my gaze to the screen. "Yes boss," he said, turning to leave. "One more thing," I said without looking at him. "Yes, boss?"

The man's eyes were ferocious, and his face was full of malicious intent, and he threatened her fiercely. Liya's entire body was quivering in fear. She knew what these bullies were capable of, and right now, she didn't even know how badly her face was injured. In a state of despair, she picked up the pencil placed on the ground and blindly signed her name under their guidance. She didn't know how much time had passed before Liya finally finished signing. "Go in and search first." The gangster picked up the document in his hand and handed it to a man who looked like a lawyer next to him. The man carefully checked it and confirmed that it was correct. After that, he nodded, and the leading gan

"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.

“I haven’t killed a man in months.” Stewart gave me a knowing look. “I know you, Damien. And besides, this isn’t about murder—it’s about gangs. This neighborhood is clean. The people here are rich socialites. I’m not sure they wouldn’t like the idea of seeing guys with tattoos and guns walking around, disturbing their peace.” I rolled my eyes. “Fine.” I signed the papers, and Stewart took them with a satisfied nod. “Thank you,” he said, tucking them into his folder.

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.

“Yeah!” The leader was a short and stocky man called Pardo. He had a leopard's head tattooed on his left arm and a phone lay smashed at his feet. He roared fiercely, "If you don't have money, sign the damned contract! Give us your house as collateral, or I'll stuff you in a sack and feed you to the fish!”

A man, who I presumed was the person from the legal team, said, “The contract was sent to you yesterday, so are there any issues your client has with it?” “Just with the percentage of the dividends,” Oscar replied. “All our investors get the same percentage. That isn't up for debate,” The man replied. “What if he decides to back out?” Oscar asked me. “I'm sure Mr. Gambino wouldn't have a problem with finding another investor.” I replied. “Is that his answer? He no longer wishes to become an investor?” The lawyer asked. Oscar looked at me and said, “No, he signed it.” He handed the file to the lawyer.