Gangster Mack Novels & Stories

They came to Chicago with 100 dollars and nothing but dreams; this empire was built on blood, sweat, and tears. We all knew it was an ambush that killed Pops, but who? I still haven’t managed to find them. He left for a meeting and ended up fucking dead. When Armando Volkov said he wanted a meeting to call a truce, I said fine, but I never believed he wanted to call a truce. So when he pulled out the gun, I wasn’t fucking surprised. When he started shooting not just at me but everyone else, I knew he was fucking crazy.

Men and women occupied barstools and booths with the territorial certainty of regulars who had claimed their spaces through years of consistent presence. Mackenzie sat in the back corner as promised, a bottle of local beer in front of him untouched. He wore jeans and a leather jacket that had seen actual use, looking more like a man who belonged in this bar than the federal consultant Liam knew him to be. This was the version of Mackenzie that had worked undercover for sixteen years, the chameleon who could blend into criminal organizations and emerge with evidence that destroyed them. Liam and Jackson slid into the booth across from him. Up close, Mackenzie looked exhausted. Lines around hi

Nothing happens at all. “You do know who I am, don’t you?” Shane sneers. Mack nods. “Alpha of the Dacre pack. I’m Mack, alpha of the Winter Lake pack.” He knows. How does Mack know? Did Bennett tell him? Shane looks like he’s waiting for Mack to say more, but when he doesn’t, he shifts his focus to me. His expression hardens. “Looks like I’ll be leaving bodies behind, after all. I have no problem with yours being one of them if you pull any of the shit you tried earlier.”

Helping Mr. Gang Leader . Chapter 73: better than any kind of violent reaction . Maddox said, “So you’re the doctor I hear so much about all the time.” “And,” Gianna offered back bravely, “you’re the gang leader who threatens my clinic from time to time.” Maddox’s face was blank for a moment, making Gianna fearful, but then he was laughing in a harsh way, something that turned into a deep cough. It seemed, at least a little, like the tension in the room was broken, and for that Gianna was thankful.

He fucking brought his friend to spy on us or mostly on me. "I'm kinda busy, but I just want to see first if what I heard is right, congressman..." I said with my trailing tone of voice, smiling as I approached him, then quickly grabbed the back of his head and hit it on the poker table. I pulled out my Glock G19X, my favorite 9mm, tucked behind my back with my right hand. At the same time, my left was still pressing the congressman's head on the table so he couldn't lift it. I aimed the gun at the British man, who I knew was a spy and pulled the trigger before the fool could draw his weapon. I smirked when I saw the man's body drop dead with a hole I had created in his left eye.

Both of them were planning to kill him. Although Xavier was not much of a threat, Mackay was a problem. While Mackay was not adept at direct combat, he excelled in assassination. It was rumored that his speed could reach several times the speed of sound. With such incredible speed, no one could catch him. If Mackay were alarmed or decided to abandon the assassination and flee, Adrian might never get another chance to get rid of him. He could not let someone as audacious as Mackay, who dared to infiltrate Dragoria to assassinate him, escape. Therefore, he quickly came up with a plan.

Ferro grinned and pulled out his cellphone "So this is a setup?" I looked from Damanico to Ferro then to Jones and Harry "You were controlling my men all along." "Why do you think I had good friendships with 3/4 of your mafia?" Damanico pulled out a gun then nodded slightly to Harry and Jones "Tie him. He's got some answering to do. Let's start from the top Uncle." "A party without me?" a voice asked and I turned to see Lucario walk in dressed in a tuxedo with one of Xavier's girls called Sasha

"Now you can imagine what I am capable of doing to you, right? You see, my little Love, I could crush your neck right now, and no one would ever know. I could strip you down and fuck you right here on this bed, and absolutely no one would come to save you." His smirk vanished, replaced by an expression of pure, chilling stone. "So, this is my final warning. Do not test my patience. I am already having a very hard time keeping my cool around you, and you are being fucking impossible. The next time you decide to open your smart mouth, think very carefully about the consequences. Alright?" "Y-yes," I choked out, the tears flowing freely now. "Are... are you in the mafia?" the words tumbled out

The streets suddenly became busy, all the small-time gangs that were woken up by the knock and the note were on the road looking. The note was brief, simple, and to the point. ‘Deliver the case you stole or die.’ Each note had a Lux hotel stamp and everyone immediately knew who it belonged to. Yuri, the Russian Mafia boss. They knew he was not bluffing and also that whatever is in the case is valuable. Each one wanted to find whatever information they can about the case to clear their names.