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.

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 yank on a hoodie, flip the hood up like it's gonna protect me from bad decisions, and head out into the city night. The streets are loud and grimy, and they help. I walk past the gas station where I once saw a guy throw a burrito at a cop, past the pharmacy and make it to Mack's. The perfect dive bar with a broken jukebox, sticky floors, and the exact level of no-questions-asked I need tonight. I slip inside, and the wave of old beer and sweat hits me in the face with a warm welcome. Mack looks up from behind the bar and flashes a grin, forgetting I’ve ghosted this place for months.

A cold, creeping horror at what he had just done. “Mack, I...” “It is fine.” Mack’s voice was quiet and emotionless. “You are right. I did ruin your life. And no amount of money can fix that.” “That is not what I meant.” “It is what you said.” Mack walked to the door. He picked up his jacket from the hook. His movements were slow, deliberate, like a defeated warrior. “I am going to get breakfast,” he said. “I will see you at the game.”

I blurted out, “Excuse you?” he snapped, and glared at me, Good, it’s better this way. “The drugs weren’t taken from Gangsters, they were taken from militants pretending to be one,” I informed him, and he raised his head to Rick who nodded, confirming my information, and he frowned. “Seriously ….”

He knew from then on he and his family would have to move back to the main manor as it was the place where the leader of the mafia had to reside. Standing up, he took a step back and took one last glance before he and the others left the graveyard. On his way to the car he walked to his younger brother Mikhail and tapped his shoulder, stopping him of his tracks. “I want you to meet me at the manor tonight.” *** Mikahil was not too sure what his elder brother wanted to discuss, he had a vague idea of what it could be but did not dare to draw his own conclusion. He carefully stepped into the manor and stood on the spot where his father was shot. The blood had been cleaned but he could still im

“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!”