Novel & Cerita Gangster

He muttered as she sniffed. “You want an explanation?” He asked and she nodded. “Okay. Apart from being a Xanders family and having access to wealth, I do illegal things. I do money laundering, large scale drug trafficking, I sell weapons, sometimes I go undercover as a hitman, and other illegal things. I am a gangster, same as Scott and we are a mafia.” He explained. “You work as a hitman?” “Yes. Sometimes I am hired to kill people.” “Why?” She whispered.

Lily asked when she realized that this is his office here. "You should not talk aloud with that matter," he said with sincerity. She would like him if he's serious like this. He looks like Raf when he becomes this serious. "What do you mean?" "You cannot identify a gangster or a Mafia boss yet, Lily…but everyone who comes in my bar are all Mafia bosses, assassins, and gangsters. They all kill people, murderers." Is it what she is about to become? To kill and be a murderer? "About the death threats, does Aemon even know about it?" He asked and blew out a heavy breath.

"Do you know the names of the gangs?" "No. I never learned them." He smacked his palm to his forehead and sighed. "Sunny?" "Yes, boss?" She sat up straight. "Wanna tell her the names?" "Sure." She nodded. "Snakes and Lions." "Thank you. Now Laura, can you guess which one we are?" "Wait you're all in a gang?" I blurted. All eyes fell on me. Then everyone started giggling, except Bran whose eyes were dead serious and pleading for me to get this right.

She seems very nervous and keeps looking back at Dru. “That is Dru. He is the head of our security.” I explain. “That makes sense.” She replies. “I am gonna get straight to the point. I know the deal that Jaidyn made with you. I however think I have a better title for you. We did a check into your background. Before you say anything, we do this with any new person that tours with us. It’s a security thing.” I tell her. She nods her head in understanding. Her eyes are wide kinda like a deer in the headlight.

"the gangsters?" "Gangsters?" Mike question. Clara realized what she said. "I'm sorry, I guess he still doesn't know. Anyway, I'm tired of protecting you, you know that." "I'm not one of then anymore after my mother died," I answered. "Besides, I didn't kill anyone," "Yet you did crimes, idiot. I can arrest you right now," "I'll surrender myself once I'm finished. I promise," I looked at her eyes. "You know I'm a man of promise,"

"Fresh-out-the-oven brownies?' Diana asked taking out a tray of brownies from the oven "YEAH!!!" Sofia squealed and ran into the kitchen. Henry shook his head and closed the door before joining me on the dining room table. He took off his jacket and hung it at the back of the chair. "What happened there?" he looked at the bandage on my arm "Stray bullet trying to hide from a criminal." I answered "Criminal?" he chuckled goo heartedly "Last time I checked the law stated you are defined as a criminal. The mafia is a bunch of criminals."

My curiosity was aggravating and at this point I was demanding to know what this was about. I quietly got out of bed and approached the door, the muffled voices getting louder. On my tiptoes, I leaned on the door to hear more clearly. "The Santos have allied with the American Mafia. All their moves are pointing at war. Alec contacted our friends the Irish and Russians but they are hesitant to move without your order." The man explained cautiously leaving out no detail about the things done. "The gangs?" Zayn asked with a rare calmness to which I was surprised. But as a leader we both knew that, running our businesses, we must keep the show going. We mustn't show weakness, only when we are le

He does not forgive betrayal, and this has caused other families to be afraid to confront him; at 26 years old, Lorenzo is well known for being a playboy; no woman keeps him in a relationship, his tastes are exquisite, and he does not expect to find the perfect woman to be his wife, that idea does not even cross his mind. Until my father asked me to come back because the time had come for my brother Fabrizio to become the new Boss of the Santelli Family, he did not have the character nor the loyalty of which our father was a faithful example; he liked gambling, drinking and enjoying women, anyone could say that is a well-known quality of gangsters. Suppose you

"I don't stay here all the time. I travel a lot; I came to L.A. regarding a deal when I first saw you." "Oh. You're full of surprises. But why kill people?" "Hmm... No, I'm a very dangerous person, Angelina. I just like to keep the fear of my name constant in a person's mind. I am a bad person, too bad for someone like you." "Why—" I dreaded asking the question, but continued anyway, "Why don't you leave this behind?" "Leave what?" His gaze snapped to mine, and he replied curtly. "This. The mafia business, or whatever you call it. It's bad, Danzel. Killing is bad. You are not doing any good if you keep killing people, good or bad, it doesn't matter."

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.