Gangster Mack Novels & Stories

" 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!”

I think they would shoot now, except for the chance of hitting the wrong party. My Master breaks loose from Mack, throwing, almost hurling, him against the wall. Mack launches himself back at my Master, who sidesteps him. Mack overshoots, directly towards the window, teeters on the edge for a moment, then, screaming, tumbles out. His scream is abruptly caught short. We all dash to the window to see that, somehow, he has caught hold of the winch and pulley and is dangling from the end, two hundred feet above the hard concrete far below.

And then one of the pigs decided to show off his big balls and sit down with me. “So. What’s a hot shot like you doing in a dump like this, Mr. Peccati?” He says while noisily chewing a fry he stole from my plate. I glare down at the now tainted plate before waving forward Gio to take it away. “Hey! If you’re not eating that, I can take it!” The cop says with a sideways grin.

The stranger put the gun on the table near his hand. She narrowed her eyes not comprehending his point. He got her confusion yet chose to ignore and continued with his talk flaunting his bare wide husky chest covered in ink. "I am Imogen Mcmaster, mafia Master of the Italian underworld. Yesterday I was shot by some of my anti-party. And thank you for saving me twice." "So you are the one there?! I thought you might be dead by now" Uttering this much with surprise she again started to mumble herself. She was really guilty of not helping the man over there.

“Stop pretending. How could you? I trusted you? I'm taking you in.” The next thing they all heard was a gunshot and a scream of pain. A body thudded to the floor. “Damn! You crazy or something?! You killed a cop!” The gangster sounded agitated. “So what?” “You fuckin' Gulden dwellers. You don't know how hard the cops breathe down on us when one of theirs goes kaput.” “He might have backup around the corner! The deal is off.” “Wait a doggone minute! I got this pretty stash of cash here 'cause someone told me I'm gonna get some narcs. I'm not leaving here without it!”

Anna Green cast a meaningful look at him, "Mack, this is the lady who framed your brother and tried to ruin his life. Call the police right now." The word 'framed your brother' hit hard on his mind. He actually didn't know anything that she was talking about but her words were enough to boil his blood in fury. He scowled at the lady and asked "How did you frame my brother?" Hearing his deep voice, the lady trembled slightly in panic. Looking at Mack Black, she recalled Carl Black as they both looked quite similar. The major difference between them was Mack Black didn't wear glasses and he was chubbier than Carl Black. Looking up at him, the lady tried her best to stay calm, "I don't know wha

He arrived exactly twenty minutes later. “You son of a bitch!” Luciano yelled when he walked into his office and punched him in the face. “Aha, I deserved that,” Macko said, holding his face. “You deserve more than that, you son of a bitch, Deda died because of you!” He yelled at him. He tried to control his emotions but just seeing Macko made him mad, the man didn’t even look good, he lost a lot of weight and looked worse than he did when he had been in jail.

I have the confidence that I can handle any situation that pops out. "Mr. Devon, you still dared to show up in Miami. You don't know how bad Maverick wants you dead." He laughed. "Maverick? He is nobody," I said calmly and didn't betray expression. Maverick was a weapon dealer at that time, and I managed to obtain lots of high-quality weapons. I came to Miami, and instead of looking for arm dealers, I developed my own arm dealers band.