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.”

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.

I can hear a slight hitch in Galland's voice and yet MacKey pushes forward, with one loud thud, more like a snap, he once again fires, this time though he does shot Galland. Galland whimpers in agony, and that is it for me. This fuck is going to pay. But first, my words are clear to him. "Leave Galland and fucking beat on someone your own size." There is a godawful smile that appears on MacKey's face as he shows for his monkey to tie Galland back to his chair. He slides his way through the mud and comes to still in front of me. While he shows for them to untie me, there is one huge smile that grows on the asshole's face, "Well, look what we have here."

A man in a suit behind Mack glanced at Baloo and sneered, “People raised by the Hane family are really pig-headed. They don’t even know that they’re standing at death’s door.” Baloo raised his brows and smiled as he said coldly, “I don’t belong to the Hane family, but what is this about death’s door?” “Hardy, don’t talk so much. We’re not here to make trouble.” At this time, Mack stepped forward and walked in front of Baloo. He looked at him and said, “It’s Baloo, right? How do you do?” Baloo scoffed. “You know me?” Mack nodded and said with a smile, “Baloo Trent, one of the top three gamblers in Riverdale. Your name’s infamous. My name’s Mack Quinn. I’m here for one purpose today. I heard t

They all came to visit him at the hospital, teasing him on how he couldn’t survive a bullet but could survive a swing of hockey stick. We all laughed and I was so grateful to them for always being by my side, despite the one year difference of being away from Rochester. Maverick’s right hand man, Killian, as he had called him, came all the way from Russia to New York to report to his boss about the Irish mafia and the sniper who had shot him. Turns out Maverick already had it all planned out and with his brilliant plan, his clan was able to subdue the Irish mafia and bring them to their knees.

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.