Gangster Grandpa Novels & Stories

I asked, attempting to shift the conversation and alleviate the awkwardness. Inside, I screamed, "I'm dying here. I need help." I couldn't believe I had fallen in love with my best friend's father. The butterflies in my stomach danced uncontrollably as I continued to gaze at him. Alexander Kova, a well-known Russian gangster based in Canada, was a mix of Russian and American descent. He was not only my college friend Natalie Kova's father but also a divorced man with two children. And to make matters worse, he despised children like me.

He’s not really mad at the people who are just doing their jobs, but especially mad at Andrew for making them do this. “I’m Andrew’s Grandpa,” he declares. “Let me in, or I’m sorry… but I will get all of you fired.” The guards note the driver and the expensive car. There’s no way that this old man’s claim isn’t true. Scared of being fired, they let him in, and Grandpa finds his way to the basement. “Break that lock,” he orders his driver. “I swear to god, I will punish my grandson for this.” The driver takes a crowbar from the car and breaks the lock with it. It comes out after a couple of swings. Grandpa opens the door, looking around, finding Melissa sitting in the corner.

He never came back. I don't remember what the fight was about, and now I can't even picture Adrian's face. All I remember is that after he left, Mom's heart problems began, and Carl started drinking. Ever since then, names like Adrian, gangs, guns, and mafia became taboo in our household. "You're... mafia?" I stared at the man before me, trying to process the pieces. "I'm the boss of the mafia. You can call me..." He paused, lips curving slightly as if holding back a smirk, then said, "Mr. N."

"i am your grandfather too not only his so you can share anything with me " "but i ... actually ..m mm...someone ... send me threatning messgaes .. you know as he is billionaire so as handsome bachelor is off board so you know ...mm people are angry ." "is it his one of mafia enemy ?" i looked at him so quickly that i thought my neck broke . "m...ma..mafia ..m how... i .. mean ..you ..." "how i know that my grand son is mafia king " he said to me . "he is my grand son larib and i am his grand dad he is my third generation and my third generation can not fool me ...."

"But my father once told me a story about an old man. He heard shouting in an alley and seen an old man on his knees with a gun to his head. He was being mugged. The old man didn't comply at first, then he eventually gave in. When the thug ran, my father chased him and shot him dead. Took me with him to the old man's house to deliver his wallet." "Why are you telling me this?" "Because that old man was your grandfather. I peeked into his house and seen you covered in bruises. I was mad for the rest of the day. My father never knew why." He chuckled. "So you knew me before I knew you?" I asked confused. "I've been watching you. Well, my father was watching your grandfather, in turn, I was wat

People only knew his name, but not his face. Locking gazes with Josh, Giovanni proudly said, "Well, grandson, you're looking at Giovanni right now." Hearing his grandfather's revelation, Josh was stunned. His mind reeled with the weight of the disclosure, leaving Josh in a state of profound shock. In a shaky voice, he finally managed to ask, "So, that means you're a Mafia boss?" His grandfather nodded. Josh struggled with a hurricane of emotions and thoughts. Honestly, the realization that his grandfather was entwined with a criminal world left him with a sense of disappointment, making it difficult to find the right words to address this unexpected revelation.

Grandpa didn’t wait for a reply, his cold eyes already shifting, planning. A scruffy bartender emerged from the back, his apron stained with God-knows-what. He didn’t bother with pleasantries, just stood there waiting, like even small talk was a waste of time. Grandpa Edward Audrey gave him a look that said he owned the damn place, leaned back in his chair, and pointed with two fingers. "Hardcore. Top shelf. None of that rat piss you’re trying to pawn off," Grandpa barked, his tone biting.

Grandpa told us to go to the side of the stage because we will start later. "Are you ready now?" Samuel asked me. I smiled at him and kissed him on the lips. "I'm born ready, Love." I said smiling so he smiled too. I saw grandpa go upstairs and speak. "Good evening to everyone here. Today is the day everyone has been waiting for. To meet my only granddaughter. The next one to be the Mafia Queen," he said making everyone cheer. "I will introduce you to my granddaughter. Arianna Velasco, the new Mafia Queen. Along with her husband Samuel Hemsworth is our new Mafia King.” added grandpa.

She ambled up to her feet and was already trekking back to the kitchen of the noodle house attached to the apartment she lived above. Dante’s grandfather was trailing after her at once, complaining about her not taking care of herself and working too hard. “Gia.” Before Gianna could process the sound of her name, Dante was wrapped around her back, holding her tightly. “What’s wrong with my grandmother?” Gianna hugged Dante’s arms tighter around her. She could tell quite clearly that Dante was scared. “I think,” Gianna ventured, “your grandmother’s very rich and fat heavy diet is finally catching up with her.”

Enzo and I were stunned, because as children of Italian-Americans, we are perfectly fluent in the language. "That's ridiculous, I never painted anything in the mafia and you know very well that a bastard doesn't fit into the concept of family that they sell. I warned you about the police, but you were unable to take action," Grandpa replied loudly as if he were tired of repeating himself. “Don't blame me for being arrogant who thought nothing would happen... Leave all this battle behind, for the sake of your girl, besides, my grandson is not inside the Cosa Nostra, so think about the kingpins, the Don. Be smart, not impulsive. She would pay for everything.”