Gangster Miku Novels & Stories

deep down, I never wanted to go home again. Was it even my home? "I'm sorry, Quinn, but I can't leave you with him. We owe Mickey and our debt was paid until he saw you. You're young and you're most definitely his type but we refuse to give him what he wants so he will take it," Danny sounded frantic again, "you don't know Mickey. He's a dangerous man." "Who is he?" I asked, blinking away my tears as much as I could. "He's a Made man and a few years ago he took up being the head of the mafioso," Gunnar replied, rounding his desk to stand at my side.

The shooter flashed a wide smile, and someone shouted, “She’s on fire!” The stickman slid the dice back. “Coming out again!” And the cycle continued — wild, fast, communal, alive. * Nico Piccolo was in the thick of it all. An arm around two women, skimpily dressed and giggling, he held them to his sides, enjoying the moment. He was not exactly winning at the moment, but he reassured himself. The night is young, he thought. His eyes drifted across the room, catching sight of young Bianca Cruz, the effortlessly seductive young woman who was the partner in the lives of the Mafia dons, Liam O’Grady and Finn St Just.

he replied and extended a handshake to Mike. "Hello, who the fuck are you?" "My name is Mickey, I am the translator and a kinda secretary hired for Mr. Badur by Amin." "Okay... I guess your services are needed, Micheal smiled and shook his head." "Thank you, Micheal," he laughed brightly. "Well, you're welcome... Do you know how to cook?" "Yes, I am a magnificent cook." "Praise God! You can add cook to your job description." "Oh, okay," Micky replied.

“Please, hear me out. He didn’t mean….” I scoff,“What do you wanna say? That he didn’t mean to kill Ramos? I saw him, he killed Ramos without a second thought” “I know what you saw Gigi and I swear it’s terrifying, but trust me Mike is a good man, he will never hurt you” “Well that’s hard to believe” I turn to her. “Tell me, what exactly is Mike. Cause the man I saw killing Ramos wasn’t my husband but a beast” Amanda sighed,“Mike is a Mafia Prince”

I rolled my eyes. Alfonso was a gangster; mafia would have suited him best but whatever. He was mostly involved in gambling and drug trafficking. He was known to be cold and ruthless. He had gained himself the name, ‘Iceman’, as he would show no emotion while torturing people who wronged him. I couldn’t believe they wanted me to lie to this man.

I tell Miko and turn to go back to my sister's side. Miko’s large hand lands on my shoulder, halting me. He turns me to face him. “I don’t know your back story, Swift, I don’t make it a habit of asking but…” He looks at my sister, “She’s dying.” There’s pity in his eyes, something I have never seen from him before. Miko was a piece of shit Alpha gangster, his one rule was to never hurt children, so when his eyes cast over my sister once more and lingered on her stomach, I understood his look of sympathy, his compassion.

I should be cleaning the house now. MIKHAIL’S POV I couldn't keep a grin out of my lips as I remembered her aggravated expression. As a result, I'm holding her in this position because she's too sensitive to mental instability. I'm treating her as if she were a fragile crystal. I was able to secure her future, as well as the future of her family, in this manner. I owe a duty of gratitude to the Poncianos, and I hope that in some small way, I can support them.

Since he was young, Mac Vu had no mother, when he was ten years old, his father also left him for the land of ecstasy, he traded his father alone with the world, life forced him to be a gangster. The story of Mac Vu's gangster life must have been since he was fifteen years old, the day he was beaten to death by a few guys, fortunately his current brother Nhi Lang saved his life to have Mac Vu now, hours, from then on, his adventurous life in the gangster world began, he learned all kinds of martial arts, punching and killing gradually became familiar, and blood became something normal in his cold eyes. - What's your name? Lang Tinh suddenly asked Mac Vu a bit embarrassed, he really did not

He smiled at the sight of one- the first gun he had ever held. "To not kill is to be killed "- he muttered silently. That line was his life principle. He had a strong survival instinct which made him very fierce with a touch of dangerous. He hardly ever hesitated to shoot when he wanted to, neither did he ever defy any of the orders he had been given from up above. He was always ready to prove his loyalty to the mafia any day and anytime. The mafia was all he had- his life, as he would usually say. They found him in an abandoned village when he was just 10 years old and took him in.

Zack muttered as he hanged up quickly. Mikel ordered for a drink and sat alone and watched the female strippers moved their body rhythmically. Soon, the bartender delivered the bottle of alcoholic wine on his table, so Mikel began drinking and enjoyed the performance of the strippers on the stage. While watching, he noticed a particular stripper who's body was just too perfect to be true, this really caught his attention as he moved further and sat at the front roll to get a clearer view of her. He watched her with keen interest as she moved her flexible body round the long iron rod while hungry men surrounded her like lion waiting to devour an antelope. mikel watched on till they were done