Gangster Monster Novels & Stories

I think the driver is right because this place really looks like a hideout for gangsters. Am I at the right place? But why am I not seeing anyone here? I just simply asked myself confused. “Hey, there! Are you Natasha Montilva?” A mysterious guy suddenly appeared out of nowhere and asked me. I looked at him from head to toe to assess if I can trust him but he looks like a true gangster himself. From his loose black shirt to his tattered baggy jeans and long hair. No doubt that I can conclude that he is a gangster.

" Isn't it enough for everyone to know that he keeps a cheap lover inside his house, does he still want to take her inside the cosa nostra? That would sound like an offense to Trina and her family ____" I have nothing more to do with trina and I don't care what they say, Amy will go with me and that's it. ___ son you lost your mind can only ___ " you are undermining our family with this brazen behavior . Victor said ___" shut up Victor my conversation here is with my mother.. __ " I do NOT need your permission to speak, who do you think you are? __"you forget Victor that I am Diablo the most dangerous mafia boss in this country, I can do anything ..

"She was connected to Guillaume Rochefort—he was her boss. And if we play it carefully, she could lead us to Ricardo Bianchi." Theo narrowed his eyes. The mention of that name wasn't minor. "Bianchi…" He was an Italian bastard they'd been in a silent war with for months—and of course, Theo wanted him out of the way. In fact, Guillaume had been part of the Italian mafia, but hid behind his baker's facade, when in reality, his bakeries served as transport for shipments. Theo looked down, as if calculating something in his mind. "I don't like anyone outside the family breathing after seeing something like this—you know that."

I try to get up from the table, but the mobster stops me. “I need you in this business, love—espabilo—, Erick, I need you to arm some bombs for Gian Lucas's whorehouse; love, you will be my bait, I need you to seduce the new boss in charge of the place. Italian asshole stole my merchandise and I want it back.” He wants to bring down the night club with them inside. Damn son of a bitch! ********

"The only way you'd break anything is if someone held me down for you to do it, fucking pussy. It's the coward's way. It was Sly's way. No doubt it's yours." "Yeah, things have changed," he spits blood from his cut lip but ignores it and stalks toward me. He swings, but I block him. He swings again. I block again. I look at his hand as he makes another fist, gearing up to hit me again. This time, my gaze is caught on something, and he catches me on my cheekbone. My head snaps back as the sharp edge of his ring cuts skin. The ring. It's the thing that distracted me. The sharp-eared, red-eyed ring of a Ricci's head.

“Babe, breathe… I won’t let him hurt you or Jay, okay? I swear on my life.” I wanted to believe him... I really did. But the fear inside me was too loud to ignore. Daniel isn't just a threat. He is a monster. A cold-blooded, heartless mafia boss who didn’t care about human life. I knew him better than anyone else and I knew he wouldn't come back just to watch from a distance. He would come to destroy.

Angela “Well he was a scary son of a bitch wasn't he?” Totally at ease, I flopped down onto Monster’s bed. I didn't get intimidated easily, but the coldness of Gio’s stare had almost done it. Opening my eyes, I watched as Monster started pacing up and down the length of the window. He was scowling. The look on his face was murderous. “What’s wrong?”

"Well, you're the gangster’s daughter, so I kind of expected it to be, you know..." "Actually, I don't," she replied cutting in. "Don't you think your excitement for a dangerous world like the gangsters is getting out of hand?" she asked. "There's no such thing as 'out of hand" I responded. “Seriously, You do know that Gangsters are criminals right?” She Suddenly asked, staring intensively at me. So you are admitting that you are the daughter of a criminal? I almost blurted out. "Really? Cool.” I replied with a repressed smile, "Oh, can I try them on?" I asked, pushing down her statement.

Gods and monsters – Lana Del Rey Gangs were filled with monsters. That was fostered into my brain the whole time when I dated Angeles. That members of gangs weren’t these beings that we heard about in books and fantasized about. No, they were ruthless, evil creatures. Yet, I was drawn to them like a moth to a flame. And flames always burned didn’t they? And moths were stupid. And I was definitely stupid.