Novel & Cerita Gangster

He carried himself like an unhinged, bloodthirsty animal driven by nothing but chaos and bloodlust but the few times I interacted with him one on one, it was obvious that he was smarter than he let people see. Among her other admirers were Jason Drakatos; godfather of the greek mafia, Enzo Gonzalez; capo dei Capi of the Columbian cartel, and Chrisos Dos Santos, important head of the diamond smuggling syndicate, just to mention a few, each powerful in their own way.

The newcomer was the most powerful gangster in Brownsville, Drake Hughes. He was big and tall, bearing a striking resemblance to a comedy character from an old movie. As a result, he had the nickname Big Silly Hughes when he first started out. However, as he continued to rise up the ranks, no one dared to mention that insulting nickname again.

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

Being gangsters, these people should have expected to be killed, but at whose hands. And these gangsters are not good birds. Real gangsters aren't as elegant as Marlon Brando's Godfather movies. The real American mob is a bunch of murderous, cannibalistic, bone-spitting bastards. Finally, the old black did not escape Li Jie's chase, Li Jie caught up with him from his position in the heart of the direct blast out of a punch. A blow with internal force to the common man is completely irresistible. Old black

I rasped, my voice rising above its normal range. His expression morphed into an amused one though his chocolate brown orbs remained understanding. "I'm a killer. A consigliere to the Capo of a very large organized crime syndicate in Seattle. We're called the Bratva." He replied flatly, no sliver of emotion in his voice.

Liam nodded. Thomas was rather worried. "Well, there's something I need to let you know. Unfortunately, these men belong to Makson Reager, one of the most feared gangsters here in Drunham City. He's notorious for being relentless and malicious. He'll be outraged once he finds out we not only beat up his men but even locked them up. He's going to come back for revenge!" "Makson? Well, I'd like to see him try!" Liam echoed, frowning.

The leader of the gangster frowned and laughed then he tore the bill in front of the young woman. “What? You want us to pay the bill?! Are you out of your mind? We will eat as long as we want! We will destroy the things as long we want! You didn’t know me? I'm the leader of the Hymox gangster here in this place. This is also my territory, whatever this place had, it belongs to me!” then they laughed and mocked her. The young woman cried after she heard what the gangster said to her. She ran towards her boss, the master of Kukushi. “sir I’m so sorry,” said the young woman to him. Then she went to t

I retort back. "Anyways, as I can see, you're taking the truth very optimistically, I don't find a reason to hide it from you anymore. Anna, these Red Skulls and Rivas or Cosa Nostra, they all are mafia gangs who runs the illegal trade including all the dirty work for example- robbery, drug smuggling, human trafficking, assassinations and of coarse abduction for heavy ransom." He explains me and to say, my ears go deaf and brain stops functioning, it would be an understatement. I blink my eyes quite a few times to make myself believe in what I just heard.

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The light-filled city is lonely and a bit quiet but I can only hear the noise of this car. It is almost like we are the only thing moving in this huge city. He said he is going to kill. I looked at him. He is focused on the road. He is never going to change, is he? It is almost like killing is one of his professions. I mean he is a gangster. Gangsters don't change, do they? I moved my eyes to the road, thinking about his health. He doesn't seem to care about that. Because tell me why a sick person would be driving himself to wherever just to kill his offenders?