Gangster Grandpa Novels & Stories

he fills me in. Both sets of my grandparents got along great so I’m not surprised grandpa went to visit them. Grandpa Mihalis was a former member of the Greek Mafia, but he and Grandma Noemi have both retired from their life of crime. I miss them very much, so I visit them when I can, or they visit us here. “And how has retirement been for you?” I ask suspiciously. Grandpa Titus is also retired but has a hard time letting go. He shrugs, “It’s been like retirement. Nothing worth reporting.”

“Antonio. You staged his death. You let us believe he was gone when the bastard was just in hiding, building his power. You let everyone believe he died alongside my father.” Grandfather didn’t flinch. He swirled the colourless liquid in his glass, as calm as if I’d accused him of misplacing an ordinary set of keys. “What difference does it make that he is alive? You’re running the mafia just like your father would’ve. I don't see why this is a big deal.”

It’s nothing but blood and greed Maybe that’s why I’ve always been drawn to Alexis’s world. Her family, they’re warm. They laugh, touch, and love. It’s foreign to me. I never had it. I don’t know how to process it. All I know is violence and control. And now… this dark, dangerous obsession I have with my wife. Grandpa had pride, he refused to ask for help, declined the black vow and drifted off from the Plaza. Grandma says if he put his pride away, he'd have saved his kids and wife from Luciano. But he felt that family matters didn't need plaza involvement.

The very men who once demanded my servitude scrambled to bow before me, each offering a business card with obsequious smiles. "Miss Holman, should you ever need anything, please contact me…" "Miss Holman, you attend Ragger High, right? My nephew studies there too. Perhaps you two could…" "Miss Holman…" The Morris family's faces twisted as though they had swallowed filth. The very people they groveled to were now groveling to me and Grandpa—two "paupers" they had always despised. By now, only a fool would fail to realize that Grandpa's identity was far from ordinary.

She looked like a cornered animal, completely oblivious to the fact that the very man who had engineered her downfall was standing just a few feet away, holding me against his chest. "And where is that brat? Where is Salvatore?" Grandfather’s voice suddenly boomed, a surprising streak of old-school irritation breaking through his stoic mask. He looked around the ballroom, completely ignoring the terrified faces of his guests. "I practically changed diapers for that silly boy, and he’s hiding from me?" A few people in the crowd choked on their breaths. Hearing the most feared underworld boss in Europe referred to as a 'silly boy' who used to wear diapers was enough to give anyone whiplash.

Even if he didn’t wear the brown leather jacket, he definitely can pull off his look with any type of fashion. Vale wiped her lips slightly, afraid that she would be caught drooling. “I’m Jay. Leader of White Tiger Gang. This is my uncle, Markus and this is my best friend, Lucas.” Finally, the young man who had a white backwards cap spoke. Vale’s lips turned up a bit as she gazed at the cute face of the young man. He looks no older than nineteen or twenty. His uncle had a serious expression on his face. Vale was quite surprised when she heard that Markus is Jay’s uncle. After all, their face is a bit similar. Misleading people to think that they’re brothers.

Iker ran a hand through his hair, visibly frustrated. "What makes you believe in his protection after his own men almost killed you?" Lizzy hugged herself, and her voice cracked. "The contract..." "Lizzy, do you really think Greed will keep his end of the deal? You must remember that he's a gangster, and not just any gangster, but the leader of the most powerful mafia in New York. Trusting him wholeheartedly, based solely on a contract that he could break at any moment, is complete madness." And she knew it. It was complete madness to trust someone so dangerous. But even if he broke his word, she wouldn't break hers to protect herself and her child.

grandpa kissed my cheeks, then I realized he just scraped a bunch of twenty dollars from off the table. “Grandpa, you know you shouldn't gamble,” I scolded. He had a gambling addiction back in the day. “Don't worry, it was only one game,” he grinned. Skyler and Mikey got up and bid grandpa farewell. I accompanied them to the verandah. I closed the door behind me while grandpa counted his winnings. “So Mitch told you about us?” Skyler smirked. “Yes, he did,” I pouted. “You know we aren't leaving, right? They ordered us to monitor you and your grandpa. We will be in the woods keeping guard,” Mikey added, still scrunching up his nose in disgust.

It made her realize just how much Brandon meant to him. "Grandpa," Brandon began, his voice taking on a more serious tone. "You said you’d take action about Thomas and Johnny and all those men on the list of underworld businessmen. Have you…?" Grandpa Benjamin’s expression turned solemn. "Yes, Brandon. I’ve taken steps to address their criminal activities. It’s not something I can discuss in detail right now, but rest assured, justice will be served." Brandon let out a sigh of relief, his eyes glistening with gratitude. "Thank you, Grandpa. It means a lot to me, knowing you’re taking this seriously." He could have done it himself but knowing his Grandpa did it instead was very that he truly

I shook my head, "No..." "What is it now? Did you find out that I'm in the Mafia too?" "Uhn?" I turned to Bella, confused. "That is what you kept blabbing on about yesterday when you got drunk, and I wasn't sure if I was to believe that or blame it on excessive alcohol." "He is indeed in the Mafia." "Who? Your dad?" "Him too, but that guy, my dad's best friend, he's the leader." "What? Are you being for real?"