Gangster Mack Novels & Stories

Mack growled at Frank. Frank began to laugh weakly and informed us that he moved locations after Mack escaped. I ordered Mack and Miller to drag Frank to a cell in the dungeon and lock him up. I told them to gather as much information from Frank as they could by any means necessary. Frank began screaming and throwing curses at us all as Mack drug him away.

inquired the cap driver. The "Blue Eye Motel" What exactly does he want from me? He's only after me because of a shambles I left in his hotel. It's not like he can't handle it, given that there wasn't a single news item about a certain well-known English businessman in Chicago. He had to have checked on Tywin and learned about Jack. That kid! At the very least, he could have done me a favour by covering his tracks. If anyone discovered who Jack Morris was, I would never be able to save him from the Russians, Italians, Chinese, and FBI. Oh Fuck! I sighed and rolled my eyes.

I didn’t take notes of that one because he wasn’t of any use. “Has he helped you before?” I asked, out of curiosity. And because why not? He seemed comfortable with me today. “Several times,” he said with a smirk. “He’s one of my allies.” We grabbed drinks, and then he showed me someone else again. The guy looked young and had tattoos as well. “That’s Marco Gallo. He’s an IT god who made himself a fortune by robbing banks simply by hacking their accounts and transferring the amounts into his accounts. He’s invincible behind a computer,” he replied.

The first guy tried to grab my hands but I yanked it hard away from him that in the process it pulled him to fall over his colleague, I kept kicking them where the sun don't shine and their sides even the sides of their heads in hopes it can knock them out. While I was kicking them I saw a small red light at the corner of my eye and there I see a CCTV camera. I walked up to it "Alexander Ronaldo! I swear to God if you don't open this goddamn gate I'll kick you out!" I heard a sound before the gates were opened "FINALLY!" I yelled, before I enter I glared at the two guards who were on the ground in pain because their baby maker might be broken.

Spencer added only making Leith lose it. "I'm leaving, Adela I will give you a call." He said abruptly leaving. When he reached outside where Adela and Spencer couldn't see him, he threw the novel in the near by trash can. Garreth's advise was shitty, Spencer had taken it for himself. Now he would have to try Romeo and Juliet, he thought. He couldn't mess this up, Garreth would snap his fingers and send them to his father that was what the English Mafia was known for. It was their signature move. Garreth McCarthy as the Don and Spencer as the Capo they were a dangerous combination. He didn't understand what Spencer was doing with Adela-

You are the weak point of both. I stopped listening. He just said something that had knocked me out. Something so incredible that I couldn't even hear how they used me. No. He had first heard the name G. Greg. Gregory. I understood why they wanted to be called G. I tried to suppress a smile, which was not very appropriate at the time. What was a scary mobster Gregory going to call himself? The worst part was that I had learned his name at a not-too-good time.

I have no idea how Mack remained calm and collected as if we weren’t just fucking in one of the janitor’s closets. “Well?” Mindy prodded. Mack stepped past me. “Well, what? I was looking for a wipe to clean off my sleeve. A kid got crushed up candy cane all over me.” He held up his wrist, and sure enough, there was a sticky mess. I stared at it along with Gary and Mindy, slightly surprised he hadn’t already complained about it. Mack wasn’t one for messes, and threw fits if things weren’t tidy and in order to his standards.

Cradle was his main source of wealth. Next to him was Tom Scott, blonde, with a strong jawline, his muscles we're strong and bulky his face was wrinkled due to a constant fake smiling, he is an American Mafia and a drug dealer, to hide his source of wealth, opened up a casino shop. That was Jake's favorite place.

“Where did all the scars come from?” “A lot of different places,” he answered. “That one came from a errant artillery round in the deserts of the Middle East. Friendly fire they call it.” Mac had been in the Army Special Operations and to every hot spot in the world before he joined the police force in Chicago. Jennifer moved her finger up his leg, gently circling his flaccid penis before moving on to the large round scar on his otherwise smooth and rippled stomach. Mac didn’t wait for the question. “An alley in Chicago. A drug deal gone bad,” Mac said almost humorously referring to a serious situation when he had almost died. “I was a cop in Chicago for a few years.”

However, Grady was not in the mood at all. As he thought about the incident at the private banquet where Cunning taught him a lesson publicly and chased him out for the live-in son-in-law, Grady's heart could not stop trembling. He was about to explode with anger. 'Sh*t, it is so frustrating today.' A gloomy middle-aged man with a centipede tattooed on his neck sat across Grady. His entire body had a powerful aura. The middle-aged man was Maverick, the leader of a gang of bandits. He was cruel and fierce. Maverick and Grady met a year ago. They became friends because they were equally lustful.