Novel & Cerita Gangster Mack

Mac looks up as I approach, his face pale, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps. “You don’t have the case of money or the shipment,” I say, my voice measured but laced with irritation. “What the hell happened?” “It… it was Ghost,” Mac stammers, his words tripping over each other. “He showed up at the docks. He knew about the shipment. He… he took everything.” The name hits me like a slap. Valenti Moretti. Ghost. Of course it’s him. Always him. “He took it?” I repeat, my voice dropping dangerously low.

Mack said, offering me his hand. I hugged him and he hugged me back. I turned him around to put his back to Nick. I hope he forgives me after this. Nick hopped out of the car and I looked at Mack and sighed at him, "Mack, I'm so sorry." His eyebrow raised, "What are you all..." but he didn't finish his sentence. Nick hit him over the head with the gun he took. Mack fell into Nick's arms and set Mack down gently. He came toward me and yanked me back inside the van.

“Just you two out here searching? With this much wreckage shouldn’t fire department and ambulances be here?” “They are on the way.” One rogue said as the other walked around the truck stopping in the back, “Do you need any help?” Mack asked. “No, we already covered most of the territory, could use some water though.” The rogue closes to his window said. Mack hands him two bottles each and then says. “Well, I guess I better head on out then. My condolences gentlemen.” “Condolences for what? We ain’t from here.” The rogue tells him. “I know.” Mack says stabbing the rogue by his window and shooting the other in the head killing both.

Zara Howard It all happened so quickly, anyone could barely process how our living room turned into a gangster scene from a movie. A drunkard gambler who borrowed too much money from the Mafia and had nothing to offer except for empty promises when it was pay up time. Only difference was this time the drunkard was my stepfather, Chad Hudson and the Mafia was Asher Lancaster, the powerful mob boss, who brought with him 6-7 terrifying armed men. My mother was tightly gripping onto my arm as she tried to drag me and my older sister, Scarlett farther away from them. My eyes, however, were fixated on the scene unfolding right in front of me.

TBC🍀♠️ ••••♠️RYAN♠️ |Clark’s Villa| 10:17am|: The Mace mafia gang is the strongest, most dominant gangster cooperative in Bronx. As usual, very few gangster organizations form alliances with other organizations while a few stay as rivals. The Mace being one of the most feared and well revered, they don’t form alliances and they were enemies of The Pacers. The boss, Hendricks Yulimar Clark, is a very good friend of mine. He was a friend of my father too, but my father was very faithful to Collins.

She immediately wrapped her arms around Maxime's and hugged him tightly. "Damn it, let go of your hands." Angie didn't care. She knew that what she was doing was dangerous. The man standing next to her was no ordinary man. He was a mysterious gangster who apparently could kill her whenever he wanted. Angie didn't know where her fear was going. "Why are you so reluctant to touch me? You must want my body, too." Angie's words were so direct. The hostess who served them was surprised how easily Angie could say such a sentence.

He was hungry for blood and needed the screams or someone pleading for mercy to ease the anger he felt towards life and he has just found the perfect scapegoat. First, the bastard sold her off to become a sex slave just so that he could pay his death and now he was hearing he had molested Arya as a child? Diego had been trouble from the start, swinging from one Mafia boss and gambling house to another, trying to help in dealing drugs so he could gamble away. Always getting himself caught up in one mess or the other. He had not been a responsible father to Arya when her mother had died and he still has the guts to molest her?

" You are going with me to Paco's. He asked me to take you to meet her.” And he didn't smile. Gringo also looked worried and serious, and she only learned inside the car that Paco, the most powerful gangster around, the cruelest guy she had ever heard of, had heard, had gotten to know, that Tulio, his sidekick, was not only living with a girl, but was in love.

And a better position with the feds with nothing to ruin my record. “What in the name of dope...!” The driver yells, about to jump out of the car and make a run for it. But I stop him. “Drive!” I yell, pointing the gun to his forehead. I hear another gunshot and I see Marco running back to us, nearly missing hit as it lands on the taxi's hood. I don't know what he is thinking but he fell flat to his face as the taxi drifts away, reversing out. The cops round him off before he could gain balance as we speed off.

He knew Billy was into Rose so there was no way he could let other gangsters take her away. “Punk, loud words you have there. You have no idea who I am.” The gangster glared at Gavin, trying to scare him off. Gavin narrowed his eyes and swung a slap at the gangster’s face. “I don’t care who the hell you are! Get out of my face!” Slap! The gangster was slapped. “You bastard! How dare you slap Brother Leath?!” The other gangsters clamored. Gavin rolled up his sleeves to reveal his muscles and said proudly, “I don’t care if he’s Heath Ledger or Leath Hedger. Do you know who my master is? Leave or I will break your bones!”