Gangster Grandpa Novels & Stories

Richard looked like he was suppressing his range. "How could you act so ungrateful to your grandpa? You have always known that your grandpa has always have high hopes on you. What's the so good thing about living as a director? You are one of the blood related member of the Genovese Mafia family. You are more worthy than a royal prince."

I kinda miss the gloomy and strict Daddy. I’m just not used to him being this nice. Especially now that Daddy’s being so cheesy. It’s just awkward. I actually preferred tiger-Daddy, the one I used to tease whenever I wanted to hang out with my friends. But things change, and so does life. This is my life now… I’m happy I made it through that brawl and beating! And next in line is my grandpa. You can see the excitement in grandpa's eyes. I shouldn’t underestimate grandpa — after all, he’s the former Mafia King of the Blue Dragon Squad!

Additionally, as a person who has motives, I cannot consider them as friends. "Elijah." Papa introduced himself and did not pay attention to Erenea. He's now busy looking at the sentinels a few yards away. "You two are so beautiful, Apo. I'm Sicario by the way." Grandpa introduced him. He beamed at Erenea. If I didn't know this Grandpa, I would think that he was impressing Erenea. But I know my grandfather will never do that. Everything he does has a reason.

Grandpa and his men don't seem phased by it, but I am thoroughly grossed out. "He was writhing like a headless chicken, grandpa. Don't act like it was nothing. Is he dead?" I ask him grimly. "No, he is fine. Bruce bandaged him up and sent him his way. After that, he will think twice before stealing from me again," grandpa said. "Is this how you always get people to give your money back?" I ask. Grandpa shakes his head no. "I've done worse to people. This guy got off easy."

Chapter 45 || SANCIA'S POV || Disbelief flashed across Grandpa's eyes. He was raged but didn't dare to order again. He knew how ruthless his grandson was. It was indeed true that Vincenzo had the best me in his group. They were fucking loyal to him. Just because Grandpa was old, they didn't shoot the gun yet. Grandpa muttered with a low growl, casting me a look of hatred, " Let them go !" My shoulders sank as soon as they dropped their guns, sharing cold glances only. Vincenzo spoke, barking at his men,

I didn’t want to believe it but I also didn’t think my grandpa was lying. I helped him sit up and drink some water. He cleared his throat and I sensed he wanted to say something serious. “Grandpa are you okay?” I asked. “ yes I’m okay.” He paused and began to speak. “You know Sara I remember when your father needed money badly. He told me about the offer from the mafia and I warned him not to take it.” “ really Grandpa?” I asked

his Dad explained “I find what grandpa does more fun, I love it..and dad I am not a gentleman, I want to handle guns and give orders, take revenge and—” his dad cut him short while his grandpa sat back and placed his legs on the table laughing out. “What are you even saying, your grandpa is a Mob boss and you want to be a Mobster? Looks like you don’t know who a Mafia is” his dad slapped his forehead laughing.

she asked, her young voice innocent and sweet. My father knelt down in front of her, his own tears now streaming down his face. "Yes, sweetie," he choked out. "I'm your grandpa. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you before." Sofia reached out a small hand, gently touching my father's tear-stained cheek. "It's okay, grandpa," she said, her voice filled with compassion. "I'm happy you're here now." My heart swelled with love and gratitude as I watched the interaction between my father and Sofia. It was a moment of healing and redemption, a chance for them to forge a new bond.

"I already told you that. You're the one who offered yourself to me as a 'payoff', so yeah... I don't want my stuff with anyone else." Angie grumbled and elbowed Maxime hard in the waist. Maxime was shocked. "What the hell?" "How dare you call me stuff!" "Oh? You still call yourself a person? Okay, let me tell you something, what kind of human would willingly give themself up to an unknown gangster just for a news story?"

With just a phone call, Sam had changed from a Lion to an ant. Though Casper had scores to settle with grandpa, they were family matters and he would never allow an outsider to disrespect the old man. Meanwhile, grandpa felt bitter. It seemed that his plans to get Casper killed rather made him the most feared man. Now, Casper ruled the dark mafia, a position Grandpa never had. This time, an evil thought entered Grandpa's mind when he recalled Jenna. She caused this. He still had that video and when things died down, he was going to release it. At that thought, his mood suddenly became better.