Gangster Grandpa Novels & Stories

But I have never been the type to leave a locked door unopened, so I dug. It didn’t take long before the dirt gave way to rot. Casillas wasn’t just some rival from the shadows like I had been suspecting all this time. He wasn't just an ally of Marceline. He was the son of Stephen Remington, my grandfather, and a stripper who had been a little too ambitious for her own good, so ambitious it had led to her untimely passing. My grandfather was a man whose reputation still carried weight in certain circles even after all these years. He was a powerful mafia boss who built an empire on blood, fear, and ruthlessness. He was many things, but sentimental wasn’t one of them.

Grandpa was blowing his mustache and glaring, seemingly genuinely offended. "Grandpa, if you don't go back soon, Grandma will come chasing after you. By then, I want to see how you'll explain things to her! Grandpa, your behavior is really shameless, isn't it?" Shane couldn't help but say, and Grandpa truly seemed to be getting more and more like a mischievous child. "If I don't do this, how would I have a great-grandson? Have you ever thought about it?! By the way, your father came this way." Grandpa Hunter justified himself confidently, his face not showing any signs of guilt or shame. That's just how he rolled.

He hadn't met the don yet but had been treated well since his grandfather was quite close with the don. "He acts like an asshole and will definitely annoy you, but don't let him get into your head, Cash. If you manage to convince him, then bringing down the Wallingtons won't be tough." Cassius remembered his grandfather's words and sighed. "I hate it here," Cassius shifted his gaze to Jaxon lying on the couch. "I never forced you to come," Cassius returned his gaze back to the mobsters training. "Like I said, this is for my cutie," Jaxon took a slice of apple and threw it into his mouth.

Apparently, he had also sent a similar package to Grandma Matsumoto, which is why the cafe is closed, filled with extended family visiting from overseas. In addition to the yakuza overflowing the scene, I've called in some of my good old boys from the bayou. We also have a few gangs from South Berkeley and West Oakland paying tribute to Grandpa, who had been one of the original members of the Black Panthers. "We take care of our own," Grandma proclaimed over dinner as we all sat gathered, our heads bowed in prayer. And then in the raunchiest, harshest, most masculine Japanese, she cursed their very existence, promising pain beyond anything they could imagine ending simply with "chikushou na

I say, my hands going still as I stare at Daniel. “Or they’ll replace him,” Daniel says, looking at me seriously in the mirror. “My grandfather has a great deal of capital invested with my father. Dad is the boss and grandpa generally lets him do what he wants,” he continues, “but if they decide that dad is seriously messing up…” I nod, understanding him. “Grandpa,” I murmur, grimacing a little. “Crazy that you call the most powerful mob boss in Italy grandpa…” “Not to his face,” Daniel says, grinning at me. “Then, it’s nonno.”

The young stripper appeared on stage and slid sensually onto the scenic sofa. He took a sip of the drink whilst focusing his attention on the dancer's moves. He looked away from a subordinate who was coming into the room. "What do you want?" Enrico asked. "Don Bianchi wants to talk to you!" Enrico closed his eyes in disgust, everyone knew that on his days off, he went out to have fun. "What happened?" "Your uncle has a mission for you!" The henchman informed. "I'll be there in an hour". Impatient, he ordered another drink from the waitress. Suddenly, he spotted a burly man who stood as soon as the stripper show ended. He noticed when the stripper took a wad of cash.

"Yes Jam, You're the one on my list who insulted Amira that I will repay." "WEH ?! You're scary to me! I've been kind to him too!" Jam said. "Yes I know that. You did the right thing Jam. I'm glad I met you, Amira's luck because she had friends like you." He said, "How was your life then?" Charlotte suddenly interjects. The two looked at each other and Ely laughed. "How! Tell me! You owe us a lot of stories!" Charlotte added again. "Dear Gangster .." It started and Charlotte and Jam laughed. "I'm the son of a Gangster, Gun man. Murder, all crimes committed by Papa. But he committed a crime against his heart. To rape my mother Arra, I lived in hardship. Unlike Amira who saw a luxurious life.

I told her. She laughed at me. “Me too.” “They told me to stop joining gangs.” “Me too.” I smiled. “They told me I should stop to give you a better family.” She grinned widely. “That’s good, Josiah…” she said. I narrowed my eyes at her. “I love you.” “I’m pregnant.” My eyes widened. “What?” She chuckled before biting her lip. “You’re going to be a father, gangster.” Damn. Hell yes! --- END ---

Raven "You know its my dream to be a best doctor. And I know a professor like him would be perfect for that. But I don't think he would agree coming here." Grandpa "Cheer Up My doll. I am here. Don't worry he would be here soon. Trust me. Now smile." That just relieved all my tension. I knew grandpa would do this at any cost. I was happy. I just wanted him in my home country. He had no idea with whom he had messed up. Although grandpa had left mafia but still he was considered a king for them. My driver was right hand of my grandpa. He is my bodyguard also. He is so much loyal to grandpa and all of of our guards are so much brave. And they never let me repeat my wish Whenever I wished and wh

Throwing my phone back on the table I rub my temples, the growing headache isn't helping either. For heaven's sake I am the Don of Rivas Gang, known for it's opium smuggling and exchange of rare gems in the black market for past four decades. It was started by my grandfather, flourished by my father and now the legacy falls upon my shoulders. "I wish I had said no to this marriage proposal when my father put it on the breakfast table in front of my grandmother. That melovelent leech. He knows my weakness but in this whole human existence, he had to find the most annoying specimen called Valentina Barnes." I slam my fists on the wooden table.