Gangster Naruto Novels & Stories

"You came to the right place once, I will help you. I will use all my resources to find the donor you need. But remember, this is not an easy task. Blood types like this are very rare, so you will have to pay dearly for this." "Thank you," she said. "I really appreciate this, but what are you looking for when someone close to me has it?" "Near you? Who is he?" "You. "Me?" "Yes, you have the blood I need, so what should you be looking for?" The gangster leader paused for a moment; he, who had initially regarded Gama with a friendly gaze, turned dismissive. "That's a lot of courage, young Mr. Featherston." His laughter broke out, filling the room, "then what can you give me? You know I already

She looked at me and when she realized that I was not going to be the one answering, she slid her gaze back to Mario. He sighed. “GC is Grande Capo, he is the Italian mafia boss here in NYC. Santiano is Ty’s old boss back in D.C., he owed GC some money and for interest, he handed Tyler to GC. Although,” Mario paused and locked his eyes with mine. A frown appeared on his forehead. “I still do not understand why he did that. I thought he considered your friend Lucas as his own flesh and blood and he knows how close you are to Lucas.”

Black American,7ft 1inch tall,bald headed with tattoos all over his two arms,his neck and his left cheek. Studs on his two earlobes and a nose ring. He looked like a criminal who just got out of jail and he looked frightening each time he frowns. They say,he was once a ring fighter.Ice cold. Real name,Shawn Gomez. To be honest with you,I like this guy. As his name depicts,he was very calm and quiet. You could underestimate this guy but girl! You would be shocked out of your skin. Not too tall but taller than storm. He is good with the machine guns and long range guns. A former assassin and now,he works for Jake.

Liam. He’s sitting at a table near the window, legs stretched out, one arm draped over the back of his chair like he owns the place. Maybe he does. People know who he is. People fear him. And yet, he looks so... calm. Casual. Like he’s just another guy grabbing a morning coffee. Except he isn’t. He’s one of the most dangerous drug lords in the city. And I’m about to walk up to him and ask for help.

Even though he was saying funny words, there wasn’t a hint of smile or laughter on his face. “Are you seriously quoting Nagato from Naruto?” One of the tied men joked and let out a painful chuckle. The other one smiled awkwardly with his swollen lips. “Yeah, and I’m happy you’ve seen Naruto, now I’m going to show you what Nagato really meant.” Nick replied furiously, he stabbed the man on his lap then twisted the knife, the sound of flesh tearing apart and the splash of blood was covered by the man’s outrageous yell. “Who fucking sent you?” Nick yelled back, ignoring his painful screams.

Just then, we hear Neo starting to approach, there are two other voices, and a brief gun battle starts. I hear a thug trying to wrestling Neo down. “Look at this goddamn idiot. Walking straight into our hands.” “Who is you goddamn idiot.” “This is fucking hilarious,” The thug bursts out in laughter, “Our new mafia boss has the dumbest crew members.” They are creating a long enough distraction to get us in. “Let's go.”

He then questions caressing my cheek after we pull back. "I want to know everything." I breathe with my lips still touching his. "Like really everything?" He sighs and repeats. "Everything..." He brushes his knuckles upon my cheek and I lean into his touch. "You know what I do. Like you just said. Yes, I am a gangster, Nicole. A bloody gangster." He chuckles humorlessly as he pulls his hand back and my face falls at the loss of contact with his skin. I see his eyes turning darker with a serious expression masking his face as he continues. "I work for a gang called Cobra, which is run by our leader Richard Scott. We have several chains over different parts of the states and even in European c

"At the abandoned warehouse on Fourth Street. My source says he's about to close a drug deal with Yoshiro-Nagama." Michael turned away, as Pedro went on with the details. Yoshiro was the new Oyabun of a century-old Yakuza, controlling the inflow and outflow of drugs and weapons in Asia. As a result of his greedy quest for power, Yoshiro deposed his own father, Hatake Nagama, killing him and his trustees in cold blood, to assume the post of Oyabun.

I should have trusted my first instincts. “So why the whole fucking charade?” I ask. “What’s going on here?” “Well, it all has to do with that serial killer from September. He’s not a random psychopath. He’s Ninja.” Fuck. My fears confirmed. Ninja was the code name of Nick Jin, a former PSK who went rogue and was therefore turned over by THEM to the Feds. He was known as Ninja because, prior to joining THEM, he used the disguise of a ninja and used various samurai weapons to murder his victims. If Nick Jin really has gotten free and is on the loose, that is bad news for THEM.

Zarius sold the pain convincingly as he took the blows. “Nathaniel in!” At Director Choi’s cue over the megaphone, a shadow darted forward. Gangster 4 suddenly flew back and rolled across the pavement, clutching his stomach; genuine shock and pain spread across his face as he looked up at the one who’d kicked him.