Novel & Cerita Gangster Mack

Cradle was his main source of wealth. Next to him was Tom Scott, blonde, with a strong jawline, his muscles we're strong and bulky his face was wrinkled due to a constant fake smiling, he is an American Mafia and a drug dealer, to hide his source of wealth, opened up a casino shop. That was Jake's favorite place.

“Where did all the scars come from?” “A lot of different places,” he answered. “That one came from a errant artillery round in the deserts of the Middle East. Friendly fire they call it.” Mac had been in the Army Special Operations and to every hot spot in the world before he joined the police force in Chicago. Jennifer moved her finger up his leg, gently circling his flaccid penis before moving on to the large round scar on his otherwise smooth and rippled stomach. Mac didn’t wait for the question. “An alley in Chicago. A drug deal gone bad,” Mac said almost humorously referring to a serious situation when he had almost died. “I was a cop in Chicago for a few years.”

However, Grady was not in the mood at all. As he thought about the incident at the private banquet where Cunning taught him a lesson publicly and chased him out for the live-in son-in-law, Grady's heart could not stop trembling. He was about to explode with anger. 'Sh*t, it is so frustrating today.' A gloomy middle-aged man with a centipede tattooed on his neck sat across Grady. His entire body had a powerful aura. The middle-aged man was Maverick, the leader of a gang of bandits. He was cruel and fierce. Maverick and Grady met a year ago. They became friends because they were equally lustful.

I didn't want to ruin that with sexual stuff. I bet he was into bad stuff. Like loan sharks-- heck, he could even be a mafia boss who liked blood and couldn’t get enough of killing. But for once, let the consequences be damned, alright? Maybe I was judging by his looks- "… hey, you heard what happened to Ice-T last night?" "Maaan! Dude thought he could play both sides. Big Mac don't fuck around. Gave his ass two shots and he dropped." Their laughter shook me and I held onto my bag tight. These boys were from the local gangsters around the neighbourhood and they were trouble. It was too late to turn back now, I was headed in their direction.

"You know that you are my favourite client, I will please you first and then I will look after the others" "I told you I like exclusivity. Get back to work, or you'll lose another client". "I thought there was something between us!" The stripper looked at him hopefully, waiting for an answer. The Machiavellian smile made Enrico's face somber, it was obvious he didn't care. The stripper knew that gangster had a heart of stone, but she still liked Enrico. "I can give you that massage you like!" She tried to seduce him with her honeyed voice.

Guys like this are scum. And that is the biggest difference between McAllister and McKaine. My devil might appear rough and uncultured sometimes, but he has a good heart and respects women. This bastard looks pretty on the outside, but it harbors a sick and twisted heart. "I've seen worse," I try to appear unfazed. "So I learned that before you and McKaine became an item, you were an exotic dancer."

The crowd parted as he walked in, he went straight for the VIP section. Mick Gatto was already seated, one of the whores on his laps, giving him a lap dance, Mick Gatto was the Head Leader of the Russian Mafia, though he was an Australian by birth and he was here for business alone. Xavier took a seat, right in front of him. Scantly dressed waiters supplied them some strong drinks. Mick pushed the whore off his lap and she staggered away. "Hope you came with a glorious offer to appease me, otherwise this would be a waste of precious time" Mick said, he had always been the brave type.

I rolled my eyes. Alfonso was a gangster; mafia would have suited him best but whatever. He was mostly involved in gambling and drug trafficking. He was known to be cold and ruthless. He had gained himself the name, ‘Iceman’, as he would show no emotion while torturing people who wronged him. I couldn’t believe they wanted me to lie to this man.

"You know, I'm a kind person, but that's just for people who are kind too. And I think that you're not a good one, right? Because you're a gangster! LIKE THE GANGSTER WHO TOOK THE LIFE OF MY FATHER! AND I WILL NEVER EVER FORGIVE YOU ALL. I HATE GANGSTERS!" She... She hates gangsters…What should I do?

She had to smile to herself that it was nothing like what she had thought it would be. Mack looked out the windows and was slightly smiling to himself. This might be the exact thing he needed to finally be happy and free from the other department. He really didn’t want his name attached to them and all that they had a hand in. He would forever be labeled as a dirty cop if this hadn’t happened.