Gangster Gojo Novels & Stories

His fingers seemed to loosen for a moment just then and the goon could feel himself falling, causing him to scream again. As the goon stared downward at the ant-like pedestrians along the street, his face turned pale and his legs trembled. He almost did not hesitate to wet himself. "No! Don't!" he screamed. "We're just… hired muscle from Victorget… And our boss is Cadum Springer. He has connections in Morhen! You can't kill me! You can't—Argh!" Frank released the goon out of impatience before he could finish. Even if he tried to make himself sound important, he was a death dealer at best and a common thug at worst.

CHAPTER 13: CELEBRATION FIGHT "What I know is the Celebration Fight that was done by the Kanji mafia gang, that they are the leaders, that's why." Hideo said and he was so serious that he could talk about the Kanji that he was talking about here in Japan. "Why do you need a tattoo? Is that a dirt on the body, what kind of tattoo is that?" Gareth asked as Hideo suddenly undressed in front of us and turned away. I see the Kanji symbol, its line is like the sun on his back.

They were going crazy. “Joe” I called him, he looked at me. “Do you know who did this...?” I held back my tears as I asked him the question. He denied. “I don’t think any other gang would dare to do this, because I don’t think he must have done something that would make them do this. And I... I am skeptical... I think I know who did it, but if he didn’t, it’s a wild allegation” I sighed. “Do I know him?”

Z A R A "I'm sure you've been introduced to the five bosses?" Elijah asks. I nod, "Except for one... something Gambino, I think?" "Ah, Carlo Gambino. He's the main character of this story," Elijah sighs. "Your high school was around the Toronto area in Canada, right?" I nod again, "Correct." "Well, Alejandro enrolled into the school to get closer to one of your classmates, who was the son of Gambino's brother," he explains. "We needed to kill off his brother because he betrayed the omertà."

*Gio appeared to yell something at him, most likely annoyed at the damage done to his vehicle. *He charged towards the goon, who was still trying to get the stuck knife out of the car, and landed a high knee to his chin, followed by two heavy left uppercuts, a knee to the liver area, another left uppercut, a right fist swing, one headbutt, then another, then another, and yet another one before landing a right uppercut which caused the goon to crumble to the ground. *Gio made to get into his car but then stopped and turned to see one of the goons who was trying to stand on his feet. It happened to be the first goon who'd initially stabbed him.

The voice of the news anchor filled the room, crisp and unwavering: “Coming up next, more details on the release of Vincenzo Espósito, a man with extensive ties to the Italo-American mafia, convicted in 1997 for multiple crimes...” Then, without warning, the screen went black. My head snapped toward the remote, now resting in Gojou Morunaga’s hand. His expression was stone-cold, unreadable, but the weight behind it was suffocating. Just when I thought he had finally left for the evening, here he was, sitting across from me with that damn book in hand. “I never had the patience for the news,” he said, lifting a well-worn paperback to eye level. “I prefer a good book.”

Aki and Temujin nodded grimly. “Who else is there?” Temujin asked. “Well, there’s your old enemy Ganzorig. There’s this bomb expert and firebug, Zonghuo. Lastly, there’s Zaterra who’s a… nobody. He doesn’t have any clan or ki powers because he was an orphan from the Far West. He wields crescent moon knives and claims to be the pioneer of a technique he calls the Drunken Fist. Personally, I think it’s just his excuse to drink a lot.”

He leaned on his motor and began to read. Dear Gangster, Lucifer Cuenca, the name of the man who received and I am not ashamed. A lot is being stoned about me being a Psycho and Weirdong girl. I've been seeing you at school for a few years but you just talked to me too. I will never forget how we started talking.

When a person was on the brink of death, it was only natural to be filled with terror. But at that moment, Thiago was surprisingly calm. There wasn't the slightest trace of fear in his heart. He closed his eyes. His life began flashing before his eyes. At the age of 18, he joined the ranks of the criminal underworld. After learning martial arts, he clawed his way up through the ranks and eventually attained the 12th rank on the Tigrine Ranking. He became the undisputed king of Rivershine's criminal underworld.

Black American,7ft 1inch tall,bald headed with tattoos all over his two arms,his neck and his left cheek. Studs on his two earlobes and a nose ring. He looked like a criminal who just got out of jail and he looked frightening each time he frowns. They say,he was once a ring fighter.Ice cold. Real name,Shawn Gomez. To be honest with you,I like this guy. As his name depicts,he was very calm and quiet. You could underestimate this guy but girl! You would be shocked out of your skin. Not too tall but taller than storm. He is good with the machine guns and long range guns. A former assassin and now,he works for Jake.