Gangster Gay Novels & Stories

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The Governor’s Son Chapter 13 DENVER IS IMMOVABLE when Angelito said those perilous words that will taint his gender. “W-What—“ He puts the gun forcefully on this head. Denver is shaking when he cuts him off because his body is scared and it’s reacting. “Are you deaf?” “I-It’s r-ridiculous! I’m not a gay to suck you,” Denver audaciously defies him; however, his voice is stuttering. A weak point.

“They are mere thugs. They molest the public and extort others. We may be wild, but nobody ever achieved success in the underground mafia society being a saint.” As soon as he finishes those words, the gangster attacks me. He has a tattoo on his forehead and neck, “baby Yahoo” clearly written in italic with worn-out ink. He is chubby and clumsy in his attacks, but his moves are lethal and deadly. He throws punches as if he wants to overwhelm me with rush and adrenaline. The man they put in front of me is built like a wall. Bare chest, scars running across his skin, eyes filled with nothing but hunger for violence.

“And the Demonyo Gang is like the mafia, the bratva? Mob bosses, drugs, arms? All the bad stuff?” He nods. “Yep, all the bad stuff.” Wow. It feels like I’ve been dumped into a world where everything is the opposite of what I’ve known all my life. “And you’re okay with it?” I swallow hard, my throat dry from the lack of water. “Don’t you want to be anything else besides a criminal?” Xander thinks for a moment, then says, “I don’t see it as being a criminal. I belong to the Mafia family, where we kill for each other.”

One of the men explained. Mr. Garcia observed the two they were both wearing plan black shirts and pants. Both were average height but you can see a familiar Snake tattoo with 3 swords sticking out of there left forearm. Before Mr. Garcia was a baker he led a very colorful life. He was a delinquent before he turned a new leaf when he met his wife. That tattoo was familiar belonging to a large underground gang famous for trafficking anything under the sun. "I am sorry gentlemen but I haven't seen any children coming into my shop with those description" He smiled at them "Why don't you leave some contact details and I would call you if i see anything"

“Don’t worry, Lily. Is she the girl you’ve been talking about right? Go ahead and slap her now. I just want to see who dares to make a move! I’m Franklin Lockwood. I’m sure you’ve heard of me. Don’t you?” Franklin flashed a smile filled with menace. The three gangsters were around three years younger than Gerald. Besides, their hairstyles and the way they dressed stood out quite a bit. To put it simply, they looked as though they weren’t part of the societal norms. But they were so slim. Gerald did not bother meddling in such affairs which concerned those bunch of ignorant youth. So he was about to leave soon. “Let me tell you. I’ll definitely call Jimmy over if you dare to beat me up!”

He surveyed his audience to see if they would recognize them and was not surprised when he saw Lester's eyes widen. “Lester, do you know these people?” Baines asked. Lester gulped and shook his head vehemently, “But I've seen them in Ganghaven a few times.” There was no way he was telling his boss that he'd met those two the day before, and that he was even friendly with the man. Baines ignored Lester and continued, “Yesterday, we were able to identify them. The male is Asher Mason, the leader of a street gang known as the Sopranos.”

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

Mike immediately walked in and closed the door behind him. "Boss, You were right..." he replied extending a tabloid towards Nathan. The tabloid had some of the recorded videos. "Michael is back..." Nathan's eyes narrowed as he saw the footage on the screen. Michael Grayson, aka Gaga, was like a sworn enemy to Nathan, leading one of the mafia gang in Italy. He was both dangerous and ruthless. Though Nathan was also related to the mafia, he always had his hands clean. Unlike him, Michael's gang deals with all sorts of illegal activities. Killing, smuggling improper contents were his normal businesses.

Richardson sounded lost. "Richardson.." before Alexander could ask what happened, the call was disconnected from the other end. "What happened?" Driston asked lazily from the couch he was lounging on. Alexander ignored him. Immediately he opened the dark web. He was bombarded with news of not just Richardson, but the other 6 panel members as well. Its trending and its the only news circulating everywhere. In one of the articles, he found Richardson's name, attached to another word, Gay. Alexander felt like he suddenly felt dizzy. The infamous Richardson who was one of the most feared Mafia bosses out there turned out to be a gay.