Novel & Cerita Gangster

“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.

We were sitting in her room catching up, we hadn't seen each other in two weeks. "Yeah, he should be here soon." Mia replies. Diego Garcia is our other best friend, Mia, Diego, and I have been inseparable since we were seven years old. Suddenly, the door opened, "I've arrived," Diego shouts. He always does this. He's a very dramatic person. Diego Garcia is a hacker for our mafia, along with Mia, much like me, Diego and Mia never go on missions. We mostly work from our warehouses. "Stop screaming, Diego." I scold him jokingly.

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.

"So dish." "Well I'm dating a guy who helped me get away from my moms husband. They murdered my grams and they were after me. They were trying to marry me off to a gang leader for his son. They had me for two weeks or three, I don't know. I escaped and some people dropped me in town." I tried to keep some out of the story but she read between the lines like always. "Your dating a gang member, aren't you?" She smirked. "Yes. His name's bran."

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."