Gangster Miku Novels & Stories

“But I have other aspirations in life. Becoming a mafia wife was never part of my plan.” “Watch your words when you speak of my son,” Mirella warned without looking at her, her attention fixed on the painting as if each word she spoke was just another stroke of the brush. “Dante isn’t just a simple mafioso, as you say. He is the leader of the ’Ndrangheta. The mere mention of the Bellandi name makes lesser men tremble. Don’t get it twisted, girl.” Her tone was soft, but every syllable carried a sharp edge—a reminder that Svetlana was a foreigner in a world that didn’t belong to her.

Lixue grinned and pressed enter and pressed a 3D map where she could see the mansion of the Gayag. On the other hand, Shuji and Miku left their mansion, and Shuji rushed to the hotel. At the entrance, they passed just a few guests. "Here you are!" the staff approached, and they saw that many models and celebrities were there. The staff sent Miku to the female models. "Sorry, manager," Shuji said to his gay manager as he approached him from the side. "Both you and Akatsuki were just a few minutes ahead. You should have been at your party. You went ahead," the gay manager said, shaking his head.

Mikey held her tightly to him and spat out, ‘At least she got away from you, I just hope he's more of a man than you are, a proper man who knows how to treat a woman.’ NIc barked out a laugh but it was not a real laugh, it was full of anger and pain, he's a fucking Mafia Grand Don, and the only way he knows how to treat women is to make them obey him so you better hope she's a good girl.'

The stranger put the gun on the table near his hand. She narrowed her eyes not comprehending his point. He got her confusion yet chose to ignore and continued with his talk flaunting his bare wide husky chest covered in ink. "I am Imogen Mcmaster, mafia Master of the Italian underworld. Yesterday I was shot by some of my anti-party. And thank you for saving me twice." "So you are the one there?! I thought you might be dead by now" Uttering this much with surprise she again started to mumble herself. She was really guilty of not helping the man over there.

Food stalls, small rides, photo booths, and antique stalls are all lined up in that area. "Reed, look at that photo booth. Let's go take some pictures together" Mia pulled Reed towards the small photo booth. There is a small booth inside which a photo kiosk will take pictures and the photos will be released instantly. Reed followed after Mia who is excited. He wouldn't have come here if not for her. She was really interested to come here and he couldn't disappoint her. As the daughter of the mafia don Luca Vitiello, she was always guarded by bodyguards. No matter where ever she went, she had numerous eyes trained on her, watching and guarding her. She was never allowed to roam or take a stro

Naomi said, Mickel stood up and look at her and asked, "how many people have you killed?" Mickel asked, "I never get rid of anyone before" Naomi retorted, "do you think It's easy to get rid or kill someone, especially your boss that has money to protect himself with all the detective gadgets and securities?" Mickel said, and he was vibrating, you are joking with life Imprisonment or death sentence, hmm, don't think It's delicate to embark on that kind of journey" Mickel said,

"The nurse told me what you've been doing. Thank you for taking care of me, even if it meant not taking care of yourself." I smiled, "Thank you for saving my life, even if it meant nearly losing your own." Beginning my long list of things to thank him for. "It's alright, I knew my girlfriend would take care of me!" Our laughs were interrupted by a knock on the door which ripped us out of our little moment. We watched as the door opened and my smile turned into a straight line as two policemen walked into the room. "The two individuals have been identified as Blake Lucifer and Dominic Secter, Skulls and Bones gang member and street fighter." One said into a mic, "You are both under arrest alo

Iker ran a hand through his hair, visibly frustrated. "What makes you believe in his protection after his own men almost killed you?" Lizzy hugged herself, and her voice cracked. "The contract..." "Lizzy, do you really think Greed will keep his end of the deal? You must remember that he's a gangster, and not just any gangster, but the leader of the most powerful mafia in New York. Trusting him wholeheartedly, based solely on a contract that he could break at any moment, is complete madness." And she knew it. It was complete madness to trust someone so dangerous. But even if he broke his word, she wouldn't break hers to protect herself and her child.

"And from the look of things, this is not going to be very easy." Frowning I asked. "Why is that?" "He has the authorities involed-" He paused and before I could lay that off because of my connection with the officers here, he continues. "I'm afraid, you have no relation with them. They won't compromise -" "Because they are secretly working under a wanted or powerful mafia as well?" "Probably." He nodded, checking the laptop as a light shines in his eyes like another piece of information has been acquired. I leaned forward, my gaze fixed on him. "Tell me more. Where is this Russo of a guy located?"

I threw myself on my bed and stared up at the glow in the dark stars that I've never really paid much attention to. "Wake up!" Sunny really has a way to get on my bad side. I kicked her off my bed and into the floor. "ow!" "Don't wake me up." I shrugged. I got up and helped her up. I went to my closet and threw on some workout clothes. I have the day to train and get ready for initiation. The dance part is easy, it's the fighting that has me a little nervous. I may have taken a few classes but I know gangs train differently. So Sunny said she'd show me a few steps and hits. Afterward, even though I know the dance steps she said she'd show me a couple of steps there also. I don't know what I