Gangster Miku Novels & Stories

Miceli, Markus’ right-hand man, slid out of the driver’s side, nodding at me. If Klaus had Ghost, Markus had Miceli. A burly guy with a soft smile that could fool anyone who didn’t know him. He’s as brutal as Markus. I haven’t seen him in action, but the stories I heard about their team never failed to raise goosebumps on my skin. Miceli’s eyes did a quick sweep of the perimeter as Markus emerged from the passenger side. ~~ The brewed coffee’s hushed drip on the mug starkly contrasted with the drumming in my chest.

"Now you can imagine what I am capable of doing to you, right? You see, my little Love, I could crush your neck right now, and no one would ever know. I could strip you down and fuck you right here on this bed, and absolutely no one would come to save you." His smirk vanished, replaced by an expression of pure, chilling stone. "So, this is my final warning. Do not test my patience. I am already having a very hard time keeping my cool around you, and you are being fucking impossible. The next time you decide to open your smart mouth, think very carefully about the consequences. Alright?" "Y-yes," I choked out, the tears flowing freely now. "Are... are you in the mafia?" the words tumbled out

he responded and alighted from the car. He carried a bag, and walked towards the house, he started hearing voices inside the house. A heavily pregnant lady stood before three men, her face pale “Mabel, Miko is death, why don't you come to me? and let's have fun” the leader of the gang proposed. His two lackeys laughed sickly, frightening Miko's wife, Mabel “I am pregnant, and I am still mourning my husband, I would rather not play with you” she rejected his offer immediately.

He says looking around like he was searching for something but what? That's when realization sinks in. He's the Mafia don. He has lots of enemies, enemies that want to kill him. And killing someone in a crowded place like this is easy cause you won't know where and yet he took me out. That's so sweet. Don't worry boss. I would be your guard!! When I look at Nico he is looking at me with an amused expression. "What?" I ask. "Between the both of us, who would guard who?" He asks smirking down at me.

Helping Mr. Gang Leader . Chapter 98: organized chaos . Gianna tried to give the most helpless, hapless shrug she’d ever managed in her life. “I know he’s one of my brother’s friends. I guess you’re telling me he’s a member of Mariposa right now, but I really didn’t know. I just thought he was some punk kid who thought his stupid nickname was clever. I put up with him for the sake of my brother. No other reason.”

and legality, but turns a blind eye; keeps records, coordinates with other gangs, launders money • Late 40s, balding, always in a cheap suit trying to look expensive; wears cologne to hide the stench of alcohol; smiles with dead eyes; always on his phone or behind the bar office—never gets his hands dirty Riko’s Men: • Luis – The quiet one who observes everything. Prefers black suits and always wears silver chains and rings. • Ozzy – Aggressive and loud; treats girls like property. Always in a tank top, showing off his tattooed arms. • Milo – Appears kind to gain trust, only to later betray or hurt those who believe him. Always in a black leather jacket.

Out of necessity. § The plan came to me at the wedding. Smoke hung in the air, curling around cheap fairy lights and music too loud for anyone to hear their own doubts. The celebration was wild, messy—like most gang weddings. A hundred criminals trying to forget their sins for a night. Hunter stood beside me with a drink in hand, his jaw sharp, expression unreadable. But his eyes kept scanning for her. For Adriana. She stepped out from the crowd in a pale blue dress that clung to her curves and left her shoulders bare. His gaze locked onto her like gravity. My stomach twisted.

’ [You betrayed my Father] She whispered aghast at these revelations, ‘Eri uno dei suoi amici più fidati e lavoravi per quel Demone?’ [You were one of his most trusted friends and you worked for that Demon?] Mario shrugged carelessly, ‘Era mio cugino, eravamo legati di sangue, conosci la legge sulla mafia’ [He was my cousin, we were blood tied, you know the Mafia law] She was staring at him remembering her Father telling her Mother Mario was the best friend any man could have but her Mother had warned him to be careful.

Miu frowned. “Well, you know my job.” I sighed, deciding to go with this story. To make it my fault, we are being hunted. I don’t want anyone to know Yūri was a Hatake, let alone the Kitsune. “Yea, you’re a cop. What about it?” Miu sighed. “Well, I recently initiated a raid on the yakuza clan resulting in even the boss getting taken in.” I sighed.

“Grecco is a street-level soldier on Anthony Scarfo’s payroll. He’s young, flashy, and used primarily for low-level intimidation and infiltration.” My blood doesn't just boil, it turns to lava. Scarfo. The man who has been circling my territory like a vulture is now in Harper’s orbit yet again. “How does she know him, Max? Why is she digging into a mob plant?” Max hesitates. “That’s the part that’s going to make you want to burn the city down, boss. Dante Grecco isn't just a soldier. He’s currently enrolled at the city university. He’s a finance major. And according to his social media, he’s been spending a hell of a lot of time with Michelle Sinclair.”