Gangster Naruto Novels & Stories

Meka wanted to wrap Nara in a crackle because it was considered too sweet. "Nara ... don't you be sweet. They, their friends are famous thieves, they are used to being cheated on like that." Meka explained. His words are only sweet when he is with certain people. "Oh, it's sick Nara. Your bad brother beat us all the way." Dito incited. He put on a miserable face. "Ah, my head is leaking, my head is leaking!" Andre just screamed crazy. He was holding his head in a state of pain, which he got hit hard by Dito, "eh Dit, why are you hitting me instead? You should have helped him."

“They are mere thugs. They molest the public and extort others. We may be wild, but nobody ever achieved success in the underground mafia society being a saint.” As soon as he finishes those words, the gangster attacks me. He has a tattoo on his forehead and neck, “baby Yahoo” clearly written in italic with worn-out ink. He is chubby and clumsy in his attacks, but his moves are lethal and deadly. He throws punches as if he wants to overwhelm me with rush and adrenaline. The man they put in front of me is built like a wall. Bare chest, scars running across his skin, eyes filled with nothing but hunger for violence.

He knew Billy was into Rose so there was no way he could let other gangsters take her away. “Punk, loud words you have there. You have no idea who I am.” The gangster glared at Gavin, trying to scare him off. Gavin narrowed his eyes and swung a slap at the gangster’s face. “I don’t care who the hell you are! Get out of my face!” Slap! The gangster was slapped. “You bastard! How dare you slap Brother Leath?!” The other gangsters clamored. Gavin rolled up his sleeves to reveal his muscles and said proudly, “I don’t care if he’s Heath Ledger or Leath Hedger. Do you know who my master is? Leave or I will break your bones!”

All his gangsters were on their knees. She shivered, sensing pure darkness. Vincenzo’s eyes were blood-red as he paced the ring shirtless. “When I speak, you get on your knees and bow. You all are too small for me. I’m like a god. You show reverence to me. I’m your master. I own this place. I own your lives. I hold them in my palms. I’m the symbol of brutality. A demon!” he roared madly. Aurora shivered, watching the gangsters cry in fear. Even Nikita, who had been running her mouth, was now shaking on her knees.

Her heart skipped a beat and her eyes widened. "No... I...made a mistake, it wasn't Antonio Montero..." Hinata started to backtrack, but it was too late. "Spare us the drama, young girl". He smirked leaning back in his chair as he assessed Hinata with a predatory gaze. "Please don't hurt him, please". Hinata pleaded in tears. The Mafia was silent just staring at her with a wicked grin. He raised his hand and the strippers left. Once they were gone, two of his men dragged Hinata up and pushed her forward the Mafia's feet.

She immediately wrapped her arms around Maxime's and hugged him tightly. "Damn it, let go of your hands." Angie didn't care. She knew that what she was doing was dangerous. The man standing next to her was no ordinary man. He was a mysterious gangster who apparently could kill her whenever he wanted. Angie didn't know where her fear was going. "Why are you so reluctant to touch me? You must want my body, too." Angie's words were so direct. The hostess who served them was surprised how easily Angie could say such a sentence.

I blurted out, “Excuse you?” he snapped, and glared at me, Good, it’s better this way. “The drugs weren’t taken from Gangsters, they were taken from militants pretending to be one,” I informed him, and he raised his head to Rick who nodded, confirming my information, and he frowned. “Seriously ….”

Alexander I stopped the car when Jay, Charlie, and James surrounded it. They really wanna die. I came out of the car. "Who's she?" Charlie asked me. He is the leader of their so-called gang. "Does that matter to you?" I was not in the mood for any fight. "Oh? She's another slut of you I guess" That was it. I took out my gun and shot him in his chest. They were terrified. They thought I'd not carry a gun to school. They are really stupid.

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.

He counted to a hundred and rest his back against the cool septic tank. This was not the time to panic. He made a deal with the man Takahiro. He told him that he wasn’t getting out until he was done. He was here for a purpose. This was the gang that killed his parents, and he wanted them to die. Not the innocent because they were guilty. They were in a gang preying on the innocent. He stood up with much resolve. He’d kill them and make sure none of them were left. This wasn’t the time for tears or to act weak. It was time to be a gangster.