Novel & Cerita Gangster Mack

the gunmen’s head, Maverick said. “Let them move because I need blood,” Mark said, and the threesome laughed. “I can see that there is money in this organization, so we’ve come for ours,” Roman said. “Everyone, lie down now!!” Maverick said. Everyone lay down fearfully and began to grasp for breath. Maverick sauntered towards the dais, he climbed the dais. “Mr. MC, so you could be this fearful. Why not rise up and co-ordinate your audience?” Maverick said and smiled. He used his left shoe to hit the MC’s head. MC couldn’t retaliate, he only feared for his dare life and faced down.

He gave an evil smirk and walked right toward me. "Please don't touch her" Dad pleaded, and he came close, towering above me like a high wall. He grabbed my jaw, turning my face from one side to the other as if he were examining me. I was scared as hell as I was standing face-to-face with the man, I later learned his name is Mace Hunter, the billionaire cartel leader of New York City. Mom's chemotherapy milked us dry, and our family finances depleted in a matter of months. Dad became so desperate and determined to save his wife that he didn't think twice before borrowing from the devil himself.

"But, we'll need Mrs Martin " "Don't worry about Blessing,I'll handle her." He fixed his jacket and stormed out… Michelle heaved and threw her head back on her chair. She liked working for the two Gangsters even in her next life she'd do anything for them. That's why she'd try anything to find the antidote for her boss. People said Gangsters are cruel and ruthless, but these two are far from that unless it's needed. ~~~

We were sitting in her room catching up, we hadn't seen each other in two weeks. "Yeah, he should be here soon." Mia replies. Diego Garcia is our other best friend, Mia, Diego, and I have been inseparable since we were seven years old. Suddenly, the door opened, "I've arrived," Diego shouts. He always does this. He's a very dramatic person. Diego Garcia is a hacker for our mafia, along with Mia, much like me, Diego and Mia never go on missions. We mostly work from our warehouses. "Stop screaming, Diego." I scold him jokingly.

He leaned on his motor and began to read. Dear Gangster, Lucifer Cuenca, the name of the man who received and I am not ashamed. A lot is being stoned about me being a Psycho and Weirdong girl. I've been seeing you at school for a few years but you just talked to me too. I will never forget how we started talking.

Jackson quickly said, "Yes, sir! This Makson fellow." After hearing Jackson's explanation, George turned to Howard and relayed the message. Essentially, this Makson fellow was one of the most infamous gangsters in the Western Precinct who hundreds of men working for him. He was also the owner of various entertainment centers all over the precinct. Although he was a notorious man, he had someone else backing him up, and that person was none other than Eaden Wafer, one of the three most malicious gangsters in Willoughby!

"He'll bankroll his victims first to gain their trust. Then when the players start raking in the cash, he'll dupe them into thinking he's putting their winnings in untraceable accounts to avoid getting the heat from the casinos. He even forges bank accounts to show to the poor suckers. When the gamblers start hitting the skids, Rattray will stop financing them altogether. He'll throw them out on streets without a dime in their pockets. He'll be gone before his victims realize they've been conned." He gave The Ghost a thick folder that contained the information he gathered about Mac Rattray. The slimebag started scamming ten years ago. If Corbett died roughly the same time, then it meant he w

someone behind Matteo called. “Thirty.” He stayed silent. He wasn’t here for this one. A few more were brought up. Bidding wars broke out. Laughter echoed in the room. Some of the men already whispered about what they’d do with their purchases. Matteo barely blinked. He’d come for someone specifically. A hacker. Eighteen years old, barely old enough to vote, but talented enough to infiltrate the Romano family's system and stupid enough not to cover her tracks. Word was she'd been caught trying to sell data to a rival syndicate.

My attention drifted to Eldric’s clenched fists as he stopped beside me and opened our mindlink to seethe rage, “Fifteen years. Fifteen years of wandering restlessly and searching in vain. Fifteen fucking years of dead ends only to find out that the enemies were much closer than we anticipated.” A minute later, a group of werewolves approached from the main hall. My blood simmered the instant my eyes landed on a tall man with silver-streaked hair and calm blue eyes, leading the pack. Alpha Mark. The leader of the Crescent Pack. The man who had sheltered Tyler and Zelda. Halting before us, Mark acknowledged us with a polite nod, “Alpha Maddox,” his gaze shifted slightly, “Eldric Fenrow.” None

The man continues to growl in a thick Italian accent. Fatalities? That explains the blood splatters. I recall Maverick saying that he shot a few men tonight when I pointed out the blood staining his face and shirt. The man was solo at the club, or did Maverick hunt down his friends and make an example out of them too? No, he couldn't have. Because the guy at the club didn’t look like he belonged in the Mafia. He smelled of rich, old, upper-class money. Like a spoiled rich kid who's never heard the word 'no' before.