Gangster Elf Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Aw, Boss. I didn't know you cared." "I don't. You're an asset. I protect my assets." "Right. An asset." Elon's smile didn't quite reach his eyes. "I'll try not to depreciate in value." --- ELON'S POV The gala was exactly what I expected—overpriced champagne, fake smiles, and people with too much money pretending they cared about whatever charity was being honored tonight. I fit right in, which was both gratifying and disturbing. The tuxedo Fort had provided fit like a second skin. The fake identity rolled off my tongue like truth. I was Julian Hartford, wayward son of British aristocracy, looking to invest my trust fund in something more exciting than stocks and bonds.

"Admit that you're in the mafia!" I looked up at the swirling snowflakes falling from the sky and screamed at the top of my lungs, "I'm Enzo Moretti, former special forces captain in the peacekeeping force. To hell with the mafia!" "Still running your mouth, huh?" Antonio snapped furiously. The blade sank into my skin, and blood immediately gushed out. Right at that very moment, a thunderous crash erupted as the compound's iron gate was sent flying by an immense force, making it slam heavily onto the snow-covered ground.

What did he call Zane? “Who?” I asked, fully confused now. “Kian Arreas. Billionaire, tycoon. Leader of the underworld. "You know, Mafia boss," he said casually as if the words he just uttered didn't just make my stomach churn. “What?” my voice barely a whisper.

The sound of fists punching into someone. There they were. Kael's R8 mafia gang. Their leather jackets glistened under the sunlight, their rings heavy on their fingers, their cruel smiles spreading like fire across their faces. At the center of their circle lay Elias. His books were scattered across the ground, pages torn and fluttering like wounded birds. One of the gang had kicked his bag aside, another yanked him up by the collar, only to slam him back down. Elias’s glasses were cracked across the bridge, his lip bleeding, his hands trembling as he tried to gather his things.

Seven years later, I returned to Ros Aegeles and saw Lucas again. With the Lionel family’s help, he became the capo of Cosa, the Ros Aegeles branch of the Lenza Group. It was the biggest gang in Ameria. Lucas was at a grand villa that belonged to the Lenza Group’s capo. He stood at the center of the crowd with Chloe in his arms. Her flawless makeup and beautiful dress highlighted her beauty while Lucas enjoyed the admiration of his subordinates and fellow branch leaders.

His dark eyes followed her every move. "You're either really brave or really stupid," he began, not offering her a seat. “Which is it, ehh Miss Conti. Are you really brave or just really stupid?” Elena stood her ground. "Your dad paid a hitman Marcelo Bianchi popularly known as the silence $250,000 just days before Christoper Alderman was killed in 2003. Now others may think or say anything about that payment, but you and I know better. I believe the money was payment for the Assassination of the governor Alderman and I have proof."

"Lives with her dad. They're hard-core broke so she works lots of part-time jobs. Her mom is terminally ill. Has been like that for a few years now. We trailed her a bit more and found out the money she stole was deposited for her mom's hospital bills. Should we move in on her?" I didn’t answer. Instead, I turned to my laptop and typed in the name Movark. A file popped up on the screen. My eyes scanned the document, and suddenly, I froze. A slow, wolfish grin spread across my face as I read, followed by a low chuckle. Jet frowned, glancing at Marcus, who looked equally confused. “Boss?” Jet ventured cautiously. I leaned back in my chair, chuckling softly. The sound grew louder, echoing throu

He was hungry for blood and needed the screams or someone pleading for mercy to ease the anger he felt towards life and he has just found the perfect scapegoat. First, the bastard sold her off to become a sex slave just so that he could pay his death and now he was hearing he had molested Arya as a child? Diego had been trouble from the start, swinging from one Mafia boss and gambling house to another, trying to help in dealing drugs so he could gamble away. Always getting himself caught up in one mess or the other. He had not been a responsible father to Arya when her mother had died and he still has the guts to molest her?

But life wasn't all candies, soon he would have to return back to his world where the sky were always grey and blood stained the floors, his world were women were raped and sold, his world where he wasn't even allowed to feel, to show any emotions, because in His world emotions were weaknesses. * Faircho Dominguez was the world's most known drug and human trafficker. But even as Xavier sat before him, he felt no fear, Faircho should be the one afraid, he was before the Australian Mafia Leader, the most popular Mafia Leader in the world. Xavier watched Faircho as he took a stick of cigarette, lightening it up and taking an inhale.

Now I've become the beast that I feared. “What happened in there? Have you lost it?” Andrey questions, rushing out to meet me, ready for a fight. “I'll let father know you're well,” I conclude without the slightest look upon my brother, storming into my car and driving off. The car in the shadows follows behind, but I'm driving too fast, passing through corners until the stranger in the dark couldn't keep up. *** Betty “I have all your record, Elizabeth Maguire. How ever you want it,” detective Griffin threatens.