Gangster Luffy Novels & Stories

This same girl is the one holding my hands, teaching me that her love for me, is the most beautiful thing I could ever ask for. Ryder stares at the bundler up bloody man at his front.. This was the one leaking up news to Trigger. The Fvcker. He rubs the edge of his gun slowly watching the already battered up man through the corner if his eyes. "So ya think you can rat my gang out to 'de mafia man and I will not find out eh.. Ya one funny one" he rattles and grabs the man by his hair forcing him to look at him. The bloodied man groans in pain as Ryder swipes his hand over the man's face in another stinging slap.

I stumbled back, reaching for the nearest door, about to scream. “Don’t,” he said calmly. “I’m not here to hurt you.” My hand froze on the brass handle. “I know what you’re thinking. But I’m not here on Alessandro’s orders either.” What? I kept my eyes on him. "Then who the hell are you?" The man smiled faintly. “Someone who knows exactly what it feels like to be owned.” He pulled something out of his jacket—a small black velvet pouch. Then another item. A cheap, cracked burner phone.

Megan saw me, squealed, and left her guy to throw her arms around me. “Finally, my kick-ass friend decides to show her face.” She leaned back and looked at the face in question. “Not a damn mark. You took on Stella Berlusconi and came away without a scratch. You’ve been holding out.” “No,” I told her. “You assumed that with my size, I couldn’t handle her. You need to watch that. It will get you killed.” I was serious. Gregorio, one of the guys on Dante’s crew, interrupted us. He had a European accent and was wiry and smaller than the other guys. His look was more classic Italian than anyone else in the room.

Luckily, Lanton is not in any of my classes, which is a huge relief to me. I manage to concentrate in class just fine, but right at the end of class, I see him again when I see the driver already standing in front of the school with that ridiculous flashy limousine, the driver, one of Lestari's gangsters, is standing there, waiting in a robotic way, probably regretting joining the mafia. I bet if he had known before that he would be babysitting the boss's son, he wouldn't have joined.

Lombardi without raising suspicion, and now, she held the key to gathering crucial information for Marcelo. The conversation ebbed and flowed, with Georgina using her charisma and intellect to maintain Mr. Lombardi's focus. Unknown to him, their exchange held more significance than he could ever imagine. As Georgina moved through the opulent event, her next target, Mr. Santoro, proved to be an easier mark. A young and ambitious entrepreneur, he was engrossed in the exquisite artwork displayed throughout the hall. His eyes sparkled with appreciation as he observed the intricate details of a captivating painting.

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.

"Take care of yourself. Never let yourself in danger. Kapag alam mong may mali, tumakbo ka na. Don't ever make another reason for me to cry!" Tumango-tango ako habang nasusukang yumakap pabalik. Hindi nagtagal ay dumating na ang kapitan ng barko at mga kasama niya sa barko. The four men have different aura, auras that are surely intimidating. "Welcome aboard! I am Captain Luigi and they are my sailors. They are warriors trained to survive the ocean." "I am Cronus." "I am Lifa." "Seraph." "I am Gavin." I smiled at them. "There's no need for formality, I am Juliet!" pagpapakilala ko.

I followed suit, revealing myself to his burning gaze. “Well, let her,” I replied as our lips met, the world outside fading away. At that moment, nothing else mattered—nothing except the here and now. To love a gangster is to embrace the unknown, to be ready to cross every boundary, to stand firm even when the world seems against you. "I love you, my gangster," I whispered between kisses, my voice filled with pride. He paused, pulling back just enough to look into my eyes, his gaze filled with a longing that mirrored my own, an unspoken promise of forever.

I just needed to keep the conversation going for as long as possible. "Oh sorry. Where are my manners?" He apologized, "My name is Dante Gonzalez, the founder of the Serpent Mafia" he said pulling his sleeve up and showing his dragon with a crown tattoo. My eyes quickly widened as I recognized the tattoo. We had been warned about this gang lots of times in our police training. I never even thought they were real. "You looked surprised" he said with a smile on his face, "Don't worry, I don't bite. Ain't that right, Miyuki?" he asked his cat.

"Are we filming some cheap vertical drama?" He looked back at Lucien. "Him? Lucien Cross?" He scoffed. "Are you even thinking?" He stepped forward slightly, eyes gleaming with mockery. "Do you even know who Lucien Cross is?" Then he smirked. "Let me tell you." His tone shifted— Almost reverent. "Mr. Cross… is a hero to us." The thugs nodded. "He's respected by my idol—Mr. Fatty," the leader continued proudly. "The leader of the White Tiger Gang."