Gangster Grandpa Novels & Stories

Grandpa said with pride, and it felt as if he meant every word more than it sounded. "We are not going to let them kill you that easily. We are going to provide you with anything you need." Dad placed his hand over my shoulder and gave me a reassuring smile. If there is one thing that my grandpa is good at, it is his talent for bargaining. He always gets what he wants by bribing people with their greatest desires, but not me. I will never falter, no matter what he offers me. As of now, I don't care if he gave me all of his money, cars, properties, and trips around the world. I will never be part of any illegal activity, put my life in danger, or join his organization.

Darryl walked forward when he saw that! "Old Man, your son owes us money and has fled. What are your thoughts?" The leader of those men in black spoke coldly. Fabian Travis was a local gangster in Water Value City, and he was up to no good. The old man shielded the young girl behind his back; his face was flushed as he said, "I don't know what you are talking about. If my son owes you money, you should go and get it from him." That old man was Uncle Wick, and the young girl was his granddaughter, Sheryn. Both of them depended on each other; it was a difficult life!

So it so happens that this glutton file was prepared by my grandpa who was a secret agent of the FBI, he had gathered evidence to take to court and bring down those greedy politicians and even the mafias operating in the country but some how, greed took the best of him and he decided to use this file to enrich himself. That's was how the family wealth came about, but of course he also became the main target as many powerful families and even the mafias began coveting the file, with it alone, all other companies, top figure in politics would be at their mercy, that lead to my grandpa's death, and before his death, he made my grandma swore to never let the file end up in those fuckers hands. "

"Oh, I saw the pictures in your living room. Your grandpa seems familiar to me, I didn't know that he's a cop. I think I often see him in the news before." "Uh yes, he's a retired chief of police and also quite famous for solving many cases here at West Lake. And that included the time that he put two infamous serial killers slash rapists in prison!" I proudly said to him with enthusiasm. Grandpa Santi likes hanging and displaying his awards in our house. He's just proud of what he achieved and what he had become. If I'm in his position I would be proud too and of course, will triumphantly do the same.

He had forgotten that the man sitting before him was a deadly man, a billionaire and a mafia lord who controlled thousands of men and thousands of properties and he knew not to talk to him anyhow he liked because he could have his head for it. "I'm… I'm sorry," Bruno quickly apologized. "It's okay, you don't have to apologize. I was too soft on you," Connor sighed. "Wait! Is the boss suddenly growing weak?" Hans chuckled. Connor threw a pillow at him but the big man caught it effortlessly, laughing his butt off as he saw the look on Connor's face. "I don't think I'll say he's weak… just soft," Orlando smiled.

Grandma Angelina smiled again before saying: “My father was a leader of a small group of thugs while I was growing up... Some seventy-four years ago... They killed people, a lot of people, and they sold drugs and weapons... All sorts of things... And my dad would proudly tell you what he was and show off the markings on his skin. Once, when I was about twelve or thirteen, I asked him why he didn't just stop doing these things... He was the one who told me about this stage of bloodshed. He said that if a man wanted to walk away, they had to wipe out all those who knew them from the old life and that he wasn't willing to kill that many people... He died a gangster because the price for living

He said nothing. "Leave it to me,” I said, my voice steady. “She didn’t hurt me, but this time, she brought pain to someone I care about deeply.” Grandfather smiled, understanding exactly what I meant. He looked almost pleased, seeing me step up, following in his footsteps. To the world, my grandpa was the CEO, Mr. Beau Dalton, but beneath the polished exterior, the Mafia blood still ran deep. His temper matches mine, He didn’t just cut ties with snakes—it crushed them, ensuring no one harmed the family. He wants me to do the same. I will do it.

Dana insisted. "I'm sorry for keeping a secret from you, Dana. But I hope it won't change your mind about me." Marcus nervously said, as he starts sweating. Dana gently held Marcus' hand, as she gave him an encouraging smile. "I trust you, Marcus." she firmly stated. Marcus took a deep, calming breath and he mustered all his courage to speak. "Dana, my grandfather, Michael Montserrat was the Godfather or the leader of an organized Mafia crime group, which is notoriously called as "La Familia." he started.

I didn't dare imagine what Grandpa might have done if something had truly happened to me today. He gently stroked my hand. "Sabrina, I didn't protect you well enough. Tell me… when I see your parents again one day, will they blame me?" I clasped his hand tightly and shook my head. Grandpa had already done more than enough for me. In his younger days, he had moved freely through both the underworld and the legitimate world, commanding countless followers. Nathan and the head of the Hartley family had once been among those who followed him. Later, after my parents took over the family affairs, the Pierce family gradually withdrew from the underworld. The bloody storms that once surrounded Gran

"What about his grandfather? The hitman - didn't the people who hired him come after him?" His hand faltered, the knife trembling against the cutting board. He didn't look at me, his head bowed, the line of his jaw tight. When he finally raised his eyes, they were guarded, but his smile was soft, disarming. "Gran was a tough guy. Kept me hidden. No one ever knew who I really was." He went back to chopping, the rhythm returning, like he hadn't just cracked open a piece of his soul.