Gangster Grandpa Novels & Stories

Grandfather. The room seemed to spin around me as the implications crashed over me like a tidal wave. The kind old man who'd helped me in my darkest moment, who'd listened to my troubles with such genuine compassion, who'd given me his card with gentle encouragement to call if I ever needed anything—he was Antonio Montrosso. The patriarch of one of Italy's most powerful crime families.

I looked at them. They were all in black. I didn’t need anyone to tell me that they were the mafia. This must be a mistake. It wasn’t possible. I wasn’t going to believe anything they had said.“100 million dollars? Do you know what you are saying?” I asked the leader of the men as I raised my head in defiance. “You can ask your grandfather” he smugly replied. I turned to my grandpa and saw that he had a similar expression on his face. Before my grandfather could speak, the gang leader beat him to it.“Hey you!” the leader called the other person and they moved towards me.

he said firmly. I let out a short, humorless breath. “Well, someone already did.” Someone didn’t just dare. They acted. “Whoever did this made a mistake,” Grandpa’s face hardened. “I will make a few contacts that could help us reach the bastard.” His voice dropped slightly, steady, controlled, but there was something underneath it. Something dangerous. “I will find them and deal with them mercilessly, I promise you.” I had never heard Grandpa curse before, but this made him.

Without rival gangs shooting up the area and fighting over turf, there's been peace in Genesis, and my great grandfather thought he'd succeed in his mission. But Great Granddad forgot one very important rule; he wasn't some small-town gangster. He was a Velimir; when his older brother Henry passed, the family came looking to Great Granddad for advice, and that's how the mafia moved into Genesis. And with the mafia, there can never be peace.

Slowly, I crept toward the stairs, clutching the railing for support as I craned my neck. Grandpa stood by the door, his silver hair messier than usual. His back was turned to me, but I could make out the visitor’s voice. "I just want to talk to her." I froze. Creed. What was this guy’s problem? Why was he suddenly all over my case? Grandpa’s posture shifted. He stiffened, then exploded into a full-blown rant, yelling at Creed with all the fire of a man half his age. I winced. Poor guy. Creed had no idea what he was getting himself into.

"Hunter doesn't let things slide. He's dangerous, Adriana. He'll do whatever it takes to get what he wants, and I crossed a line that I shouldn't have." "Anyway," he went on, "things escalated quickly, and he put a gun to my head. In the chaos, I knocked over a picture of you, and he saw it. He got curious, and that's when he gave me my options. But I wasn't letting you go without making him pay. I made sure he forked over the $100,000,000, and I'll give you half." "Why didn't you fight back?" I wondered. "Sweetheart, Hunter Rivers is younger and stronger than I am," Dad sighed.

Nancy Cole looked at Anaan in the long light of the evening and thought of her father as a young man in a photograph, standing in this same garden, smiling with his whole face. She thought he would have wanted her to be happy. She thought, with a clarity that did not require argument, that she was. — END — HIS GRANDFATHER'S LAST WISH

A high-pitched scream cut through the air. Grandma, who was supposed to be crippled, jumped up from her wheelchair. She leaped several feet away with nimble movements, wiping the icy water with her hands while a string of curses exploded from her lips. "You damned bastard, Jasper Saldano! Are you trying to freeze me to death?" she exclaimed while coughing. "It's so cold!" Ashton stood rooted to the spot while still holding the golf club. The corner of my lips curled up into a sarcastic smile as I clapped. "Well, would you look at that? It seems that your leg is all better now, Grandma."

( Head Butler) come here, my child. And hug a grandpa. Lillian hugged her grandfather. Um...gramps do you have time? of course, I do child. What do you want to talk about? { Lilly clears her thoat} Did you know that my father was a mafia boss, before marrying mom?

Donovan's phone rings. "Son what is this that we are funding to rebuild an apartment complex?" his father answers on the other line. "Sorry father. I was going to tell you about it tonight. My friends building burned down last night. They nearly died in the fire. I felt it would be good for the family if we give back to the community a little. This lady is my nanny. She lived in the building. What do you think father? Can we help out?" asks Donovan hoping to get his father's approval on the project.