Gangster Miku Novels & Stories

Arum said while munching on her siomay. “Huh? GGS? Handsome Werewolves?” I snickered, trying not to laugh. Arum glared and leaned closer. “Shhh! Don’t let them hear you! GGS stands for Garuda Steel Gang, not some soap opera. You need to memorize each of them. That guy sitting at the end? That’s Rocky. Everyone calls him Iky. Sure, he’s got a cute smile, but his mouth? Super annoying!”

Felt him groan into my neck like he wanted to drown in me. And now here he was. The Heir of the fucking De Luca Syndicate. You’ve got to be kidding me.

But his nemesis, Miu—the reincarnation of Manager Yamada in a small girl’s body—instantly sensed something was off. “Ooooh~” she dragged the syllable, narrowing her eyes. “Why so sneaky today, Kimura-kun?” Takuto kept his cool. “I’m just strategizing business models. I don’t have time for you.” But Miu tilted her head—and suddenly flicked his bangs upward. “Ah~ So this is what’s going on.” The barely-covered pimple stood exposed in all its glory. The room went quiet for one dramatic second—then exploded.

But I don't dare to ask questions. "I can't ensure your safety, Principessa." His voice drops as he uses his fingers to move a few pieces of hair out of my face and he's so close that his breath tickles the skin of my nose. "You understand, don't you?" His accent slightly peeks out as he murmurs the last sentence and my insides melt. Woah. Butterflies erupt in my stomach at how close he is and his touch. Before I realize what he's doing. Alejandro Gonzalez was a mafia Don, which meant he knew how to manipulate people into getting what he wanted.

Three guards at the wall. Luca Romano on the Don’s left, his hand resting near his pistol. And in the chair—bleeding, bound, half-conscious—sat Marco Bellini. Marco had managed accounts, routes, and discreet cash movement for nearly six years. Not family, but close enough to die slowly if he disappointed the wrong man. Tonight, he had disappointed the wrong man. Don Romano stood near the head of the room, one hand resting on his cane, the other holding a folded sheet of paper. He did not greet me when I entered.

Romano's hand flew up to her mouth. "Oh my, w-what is that?" Antonio abruptly stood up and stomped one foot onto the chair. "That's a mark of the mafia. A friend of mine who used to be in the mafia told me only members who've spilled blood earn a scar like that." Spittle flying, he pointed at my nose and cursed, "Enzo Moretti, you'd better come clean—have you done time before? Did you get that scar in a mob fight?" I frowned and pulled my sleeve down to cover the scar.

I'm familiar with most gangsters, so just in case. ''He had long hair, an ugly scarred face, and rough tattooed hands. Oh, and he was dressed in traditional robes.'' ''Oh, that's...'' Nikolai recognized the gangster right away after hearing the description. Yes, he was sure...it was none other than Hester Roswell's biggest rival; Satoru Miyamoto. He was an Alpha gangster in his early 60s and was famous for his drugs.

Livia was frightened, she moved on the chair and looked at the sleeping mobster. Livia was still reading when she noticed the sound of the knocks on the door of the clinic. Frightened, she kept her ears open to what was happening outside. She looked at Enrico and saw that the gangster slept soundly. Livia was thinking of waking him up, maybe it was some rival gang member trying to attack him. She stood up, her heart was fluttering in her chest, the sound of the knocks on the door was louder.

His curiosity about the new sensation is immediately replaced by discomfort. “On the left corner,” the second gangster announces playfully, “weighing one million thousand pounds, Miiiiiiiiiike Typhoooooooon!!!!!!!!!!!” Another uninhibited blow lands this time on Chester’s brow, splitting it open. The glasses he’s wearing instantly get mangled. “STOP IIIIIIIIT!” Rina screams and attempts to separate the attacker from Chester. “Don’t hurt him!” Gangster number two wraps his arms around her waist and drags her back, not wasting time to cop a feel.

He was extremely reputable even amongst members of the Revengers squad. Mico Styles glanced at Jimmy Miller's hand, which was in a cast, and laughed, "Who broke your wrist?" Mico Styles had meant this as a joke. However, Jimmy Miller replied, "I don't want to talk about it, Mr. Styles. I've disgraced the Revengers squad. I messed up in a small place like Eastblue city and got my arm broken by someone."