Novel & Cerita Gangster Mack

That meant this whole thing was more likely to be real… didn’t it? “Oh, it’s exactly like that,” Mack laughed again. “But like I said, I can be a gentleman and stand down. You just keep me in mind if that bastard ever lets you down. Because I might be an asshole when I’m single, but when I get what I want, I’m all in. None of this wounded warrior shit Rig likes to pull.” I blinked. “What do you mean?”

"Yeah, the name sounds familiar. If I had to guess, he's probably the head of a big gangster in Brooklyn." Bella closed her mouth. Her guess was the same. His appearance was not far from the gangsters in movies. Neat, arrogant, and cold. "What if you're being targeted to be kidnapped and sold into the human trafficking market?" Darrell teased. "Hey, why are you scaring me?" Bella pouted. Darrell burst out laughing. "I'm just kidding. Or maybe he's fallen in love with you. Ah, so romantic. An innocent girl chased by a ruthless and cold mafia boss." Bella sneered. Until now, she couldn't conclude Marco Vilante's intentions.

Alexander I stopped the car when Jay, Charlie, and James surrounded it. They really wanna die. I came out of the car. "Who's she?" Charlie asked me. He is the leader of their so-called gang. "Does that matter to you?" I was not in the mood for any fight. "Oh? She's another slut of you I guess" That was it. I took out my gun and shot him in his chest. They were terrified. They thought I'd not carry a gun to school. They are really stupid.

Well, I’ll be damned! The lanky junkie pushed a naked woman off him, grabbed his two underling’s hands to pull himself up from the mattress, when the clutches of drugs almost dragged him back and the third man came forward to assist him. Taking his pants from the fourth guy, Mickey couldn’t stop sniggering. ‘Get everyone. We’re going to party!’ What seems like a decade later, he finally made it in front of the Mafia King and the sight of him almost sobered him up.

And now you dare rub it on my face? What you think of it huh? I accept my lifestyle; I proudly wear my status not like you fucking double face. You want to throw your brother into deep holes of sorrow fear and tears, to hell with you. Fuck it. Do whatever you want to get him back. But remember, I won’t help you even if you crawl back to me. Leave before I throw you out". It was the Mafia speaking. Lucas; was a whole mafia himself. He went out of his penthouse to god knows where leaving a messed up Jeffery and a silent Parker behind.

He needed Marco's assistance to bring his stepbrother down, but after that, he was determined to put his friend in his position. As he walked out of the door, Marco puffed out smoke from his mouth. His gaze followed Martin as he approached the door. When Martin had left, one of Marco's men entered and bowed. The mafia boss took the cigarette out of his mouth and smeared it on the ashtray. He looked at the man before him and gave a sly smile. Then he lifted his legs off the table and turned to face him. “I think it is about time we got ready to carry out the plan,” he told him.

While Lucas was on the phone with me, Chloe ran into him. She had become a sex worker on the street at this point. She overheard him talking about getting back at her. So, she grabbed a gun from a nearby client and shot Lucas, who was standing on the corner of the street. Although she was quickly stopped, Lucas was seriously injured. When I received the news, I was rushing to the operating table to treat him. He had lost a lot of weight in the time that I had not seen him.

Mike immediately walked in and closed the door behind him. "Boss, You were right..." he replied extending a tabloid towards Nathan. The tabloid had some of the recorded videos. "Michael is back..." Nathan's eyes narrowed as he saw the footage on the screen. Michael Grayson, aka Gaga, was like a sworn enemy to Nathan, leading one of the mafia gang in Italy. He was both dangerous and ruthless. Though Nathan was also related to the mafia, he always had his hands clean. Unlike him, Michael's gang deals with all sorts of illegal activities. Killing, smuggling improper contents were his normal businesses.

Finally, the bartender left his station, taking a seat next to Chiara. He placed his hand on her thigh, clearly taking advantage of the fact that Chiara was drunk and not in the right state of mind. “So, I’m Gambino. What’s your name?” He asked, flashing her a slight smile. Chiara’s cheeks reddened. If it was back then, she would have pushed his hand off and complimented it with a slap but she was much too intoxicated to care. “Chiara.” She muttered, her eyes locked on his green ones.

I felt like punching his face, or taking off his spectacles and dumping it on the ground, then stomping on it repeatedly and yelling, 'Andàré per inferno (Go to hell). But that would be too girlish. I've got men's style. "You sure you don't wanna comply?" I asked him, and he seemed to notice the change in my voice. "And what's that supposed to mean?" he asked. I stood up and reached into my bag, pulling out a bundle of dollars. I placed it on the table in front of him, and he raised his eyebrows at me. Then I brought out a gun, and kept it beside the money. "Your choice. Either way, I get what I want.