Gangster Mack Novels & Stories

They gave her breathing space about a year later. Tristan stopped by from time to time. Both of them surprisingly grew close. He didn't know anything about Nicholas. Her parents grew fond of him, he was one of the reasons they agreed for her to move out back. They refuse to believe he was a former Mafia member. According to her mom, he was so sweet.

I stated with my hand on my hip. “Whatever hotcakes,” Drake laughed, looking back at his phone. Anger bubbled up. I slammed my hand on the counter. “I said my name is Bristol!” I shouted, repeating myself. He stood. “Watch it. That pretty little mouth shouldn’t talk like that. I have a few ideas about how I should be used.” I gagged. “Ew.” I rolled my eyes and walked away, but Drake gripped my wrist. “Big bad mafia man isn’t here to protect you. I could take what I want, and you are like a helpless kitten.”

Right in between his legs and he bell back with a groan. “ Bitch!” He snarled at me, his eyes darkened. I shriveled in fear, my neck shrunk and my eyes went low as I avoided his gaze. I mumbled repeatedly, “ I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to. “ I knew what these men were and amongst all of them, he was the strongest, the one with the real power. The capo. And I just had the audacity to kick his dick. The Mafia had one rule,

Marco »»»◈««« I sat at the sleek, polished table with Niko, Scott, and Lorenzo, casually swirling the amber whiskey in my tumbler. "You do realize he's the head of the 'Ndrangheta, right?" Niko said. I looked up at him, my expression calm, "I know exactly who he is," I replied, my tone edged with a hint of aggression. "But don't tell me you're letting that rattle you. We didn't get to where we are by being scared."

He winked at Rodrigo. He immediately knew what he wanted. In order for him to just leave quietly, he'd need to give him money. Of course, that's what he wants. Officer McCoy has been involved with the mafia for decades, and because of that, he has made a pretty decent amount of money for himself. Rodrigo took out his phone and started typing. He looked at the name of his badge. The Sango family has all the bank accounts of all the people they've worked with.

Helping Mr. Gang Leader . Chapter 100: we go down together . Maybe Infinite would have always been there. No, Dante knew they would have. Infinite had been building for the better part of a decade. Dante knew enough about Maddox to know he’d been in the game a long time. Like Dante, Maddox had grown up in a rough part of town, barely scraping by, getting bullied and hassled and downright terrorized by the gangs in power. And then Maddox had pulled himself up, like Dante had. Maddox’s rise to power hadn’t been so different from Dante’s at all. In fact, there wasn’t much different about them at all, except for their modes of operation.

He said as he glanced at Kelvin. "You can't have her all to yourself." The robber said as he aimed his gun at Mack, but he was out of bullets. At that moment Mack launched at him. It erupted to fitthe fight. Mack threw him on the floor. He tried to pull off his mask, but he couldn't. The masked man punched him on the stomach. "Ah." Mack growled in pain. I rushed to him, and Klein lunched at the masked man, but he jumped out of the window_ which could have been done by someone who had done a lot of stunts. He jumped like a guru.

The notion of having Mac at his mercy would be far too tempting for Trigger to resist, Jack had concluded, and they’d moved ahead on that assumption. So Mac would get hurt, they’d had no damn doubt about that, maybe even hurt badly, but Mac had said that he could handle a beating if he had to. After all, his childhood had been nothing but one long beating at the hands of his father, so although he wouldn’t enjoy getting smacked around by the MC, he’d survive. Assuming King and his people came through. It seemed to go on for a long time, but Mac supposed it wasn’t more than a minute. That was when one of the men smashed the back of Mac’s skull with something heavy – most likely the butt of a

“He’s dead, I could’ve saved him he wouldn’t let me. He’s dead. I should’ve been dead instead of him, Orlando is going to hate me for not saving him instead of me, he’s dead. I should be in his place.” I never knew what that meant until a few days ago when we received the news that dreads was missing and that his body was found burnt to a crisp outside the millers estate. I clenched my fists and gritted my teeth, us and the Millers were on the same page until now. I was glad I put a bullet in him. He’d got rid of my one and only loyal suppliers he never failed me not once we had one run in due to thst dumb runner thinking he could make money in the side and get away with it. But all was clea

"the gangsters?" "Gangsters?" Mike question. Clara realized what she said. "I'm sorry, I guess he still doesn't know. Anyway, I'm tired of protecting you, you know that." "I'm not one of then anymore after my mother died," I answered. "Besides, I didn't kill anyone," "Yet you did crimes, idiot. I can arrest you right now," "I'll surrender myself once I'm finished. I promise," I looked at her eyes. "You know I'm a man of promise,"