Gangster Gojo Novels & Stories

“But everyone has a limit. And I’m going to find yours.” The first cut was clean. Precise. The scream that followed tore through the room. Then came the searing burn of hot metal against flesh. The prisoner writhed, but remained silent. “This is about Gianluca, isn’t it?” Dante growled, momentarily losing control. His voice cracked, pain bleeding through the ice. The prisoner shook his head. Dante didn’t believe him. “Was it your boss who ordered the hit?” He slammed him again with the metal knuckles. Blood sprayed. The man’s face twisted in pain.

I told him. "Rick jogia!" He screamed "his name is Rick jogia! Please let me go!" He cried bitterly. Matteo steps up next to me, an iPad in his hand as he read from it to me. "Rick jogia is a Japanese Don, Samuel." "Rick jogia...." I mutter to myself "I've never heard of him before." "Apparently he is a Russian Mafia and he calls himself king. He owns an organization called 'Black Cocaine.' and he has no family that I can see here. His criminal records is clean too."

I rolled my eyes, she was so dramatic. “Is that okay? For a mobster princess to be dating a cop?” she asked, her voice laced with curiosity, maybe a hint of concern. Well, it wasn’t okay. Not really. But if I planned to leave that world behind, I had to take risks. I ignored her very valid question. “Allister though, is not Allister. His name is Giovanni and he's a Don,” I clarified, my tone steady. “Your life is a movie,” she said, shaking her head, a mixture of disbelief and amusement.

He carried himself like an unhinged, bloodthirsty animal driven by nothing but chaos and bloodlust but the few times I interacted with him one on one, it was obvious that he was smarter than he let people see. Among her other admirers were Jason Drakatos; godfather of the greek mafia, Enzo Gonzalez; capo dei Capi of the Columbian cartel, and Chrisos Dos Santos, important head of the diamond smuggling syndicate, just to mention a few, each powerful in their own way.

He asked while still laughing and helping me to stand up. No bitch! A tiny girl threw me out of her room and she's strong as hell! I didn't know that her mother is Do Bong Soo and her father is John Cena! I was shouting on my mind and I'm on the verge of voicing it out but I still choose to just keep that to myself because I know that Jiroo will freak out if he finds out that I jumped to Hera's balcony to say my sorry but we ended up fighting and breaking my arm.

Helping Mr. Gang Leader . Chapter 79: assemble . “Stetson survived too,” Giovanni threw in. “We’ll just have to console ourselves with that broken arm he has.” Gianna gave a slow nod, but she couldn’t help saying, “Of all the people who I came into contact with, Stetson wasn’t cruel. He didn’t hurt me.” Looking irritated, Rio snapped, “How many times do we have to tell you how dangerous these people are?”

It seemed like I didn't exist there anymore, and it was only the two of them talking now. "How's Drake?" "All good, Mors. Still living in hell, bro." Diego answered. "How the hell did you end up in Japan?" "It's a long story, Mors. But I'm coming back. Are you going to fetch me?" "Fetch you? Your ass!" Morris laughed again. Hearing them talk with each other like this makes me feel a lot better. So, after all, Diego is in the same field as Morris... he belongs to the mafia, a crazy freaking mobster.

Gao Dayong scanned Jian Jianan’s face but was not able to recognize her until one of his younger sidekicks, who was rolling on the floor in pain, reminded him, “Boss, I think she’s that ‘Jian Jianan’...” “You… Why are you here?” “Don’t worry, I did not come here today to bring trouble to you all! I just want one thing!” “What?” “The video!” Gao Dayong’s gaze flashed slightly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t have the video you want!” “That so? Yuanwu, if you’d please!” They watched Jing Yuanwu flex his muscles and tread towards them step by step, very much like Asura from hell. The few younger gangsters immediately retreated. “Big Brother, just give it to her!”

"Thank you, but I don't want to talk about it now, if you don't mind." She nodded. "I hope you can sort it out." I hummed, not sure if he would want to. "Do you mind if I go with you to the ball?" "Of course not; come on, let's go. Johnny and Ciro will drive there themselves." We talked about the mafia and the Gravanos. I found out that they hadn't always been the number one mafia in the world until Johnny took over at a young age and became the capo. Mr. Gravano had always been abusive, but since little Viona passed away, he became more abusive and even started helping their opponents. Something sounded off about how Viona passed away, but I decided to keep quiet.

However, he started to play the first step to catch the gumiho. "Shut up!" snapped of Go Jo Woo to Bellona. Go Jo Woo raised his hand towards Genji, “Is he your friend? I think you are wrong, he is part of our members," he said. “Hey, is your name Go Jo Woo?” Bellona ask fearlessly. Go Jo Woo felt called after Bellona said her name, then eyes started to approach the girl. “How dare you say my real name!” Go Jo Woo growled. Turns out he hated it when his name was mentioned. Surprisingly, Bellona didn't even show any fear to Go Jo Woo. Maybe, because he didn't show a strange face.