Gangster Gay Novels & Stories

My fingers tighten around the phone as I stare at her message, trying to make sense of it. She’s scared. Or maybe ashamed. Maybe both. She shouldn't be, not after the nights we've spent together. So that’s it? - Liam I type, my frustration seeping through. You don’t want to be seen with me because of what I do?” - Liam Her response is instant this time. I don’t hang out with boys like you, Liam. I don’t get involved with... gangsters. -Liam The word stings more than I care to admit. Gangster. I know what I am, I’m not naive about it, but hearing it from her? That’s different.

He rarely sleeps, he's always walking around at night and I've heard him come into my room so many times and just stand there, at first it was creepy but I got used to it. He has a small circle, doesn't even make a circle. It's actually one person, or two. He's a lawyer, a great one in fact and owns multiple businesses. I may have gone through his stuff when he was at work. He doesn't do business partners, and from his records, he seems to be excelling solo. But Ant was a gang leader! I mean how cool and scary is that? How did he come out, why did he come out? I should ask him someday. Woah, wait a minute.

I'll take a shower first before I fight Cyril. I also spent half an hour in the bathroom before I finally came out. I wore dark denim jeans and a black sandal. I paired the shirt with a black leather jacket. I look like I'm a sassy ass gay. I'm still so beautiful. I also wear the shoes that Cyril sent me last time. There's that little knife and I don't know how he did that thing. That gay man is very talented when it comes to things like this so I won't wonder why he sends high tech. I picked up the cellphone. It immediately rang and I immediately saw Cyril's name there.

Parker sighed. "That's the littlest you heard. Eric was a member of a very dangerous gang and this gang specialized in recruiting girls for their prostitution business as well as dealing in drugs, most of which were shipped to other countries. So Parker, Eric was a bad man, a very bad man indeed." Jamie said. Everything was still so hard for Parker to comprehend. Eric in his eyes was a good man. The few times he had an encounter with him was always full of fun and laughs. He found it very hard to believe that he was a dangerous man.

I rolled my eyes. Alfonso was a gangster; mafia would have suited him best but whatever. He was mostly involved in gambling and drug trafficking. He was known to be cold and ruthless. He had gained himself the name, ‘Iceman’, as he would show no emotion while torturing people who wronged him. I couldn’t believe they wanted me to lie to this man.

Right in between his legs and he bell back with a groan. “ Bitch!” He snarled at me, his eyes darkened. I shriveled in fear, my neck shrunk and my eyes went low as I avoided his gaze. I mumbled repeatedly, “ I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to. “ I knew what these men were and amongst all of them, he was the strongest, the one with the real power. The capo. And I just had the audacity to kick his dick. The Mafia had one rule,

Then, as if on impulse, he lowered his voice. “Tomorrow, I’m going on a job. A gang operation.” I blinked. “What kind of job?” Hunter’s eyes darkened. “We’re going to take care of some business, get back what’s ours. Make sure no one forgets who’s in charge.” I swallowed hard. The word operation made it sound like something dangerous. He saw the fear flicker across my face. “This isn’t a movie,” he said, his tone flat. “We get things done whether it takes force or strategy. Don’t expect details. I’ll be gone most of the day.”

Arum said while munching on her siomay. “Huh? GGS? Handsome Werewolves?” I snickered, trying not to laugh. Arum glared and leaned closer. “Shhh! Don’t let them hear you! GGS stands for Garuda Steel Gang, not some soap opera. You need to memorize each of them. That guy sitting at the end? That’s Rocky. Everyone calls him Iky. Sure, he’s got a cute smile, but his mouth? Super annoying!”

If Mang Tomas had given him even a second’s notice, he might have been able to brace himself. "I’m so sorry, Ma’am Lucy!" the driver apologized, scratching his head in embarrassment. Lucas M. Villarreal is a twenty-seven-year-old gay man and is also the heir to the Villarreal Group of Companies. Smart, tall, rich, with excellent genes, undeniably attractive, and yes, absolutely beautiful. He was proud to be beautiful twice over. Since fourth grade, Lucas had known in his heart that he was attracted to men. He wasn’t sure how it happened, but he remembered being drawn to his handsome classmates. He used to sneak his sisters' Barbie dolls, too, since they wouldn’t let him borrow them.

You know you are one of ma paradise, shawty," he said, kissing my knuckles again. "One of?" "A lot of things make a gangster's paradise, baby. Money, guns, power, and his beautiful queen, which is you, baby." He said, kissing my knuckles again. My heart fluttered again. "I can't get the sex outta my head," he said. Me neither. "That the...." He coughed, making me furrow my brows. "What's wrong?" "Nothing. I think I got a little cold but I'll be fine. Nothing a smoke or two can't solve," he said, winking.