Gangster Novels Mga Nobela at Kwento

"You know, I'm a kind person, but that's just for people who are kind too. And I think that you're not a good one, right? Because you're a gangster! LIKE THE GANGSTER WHO TOOK THE LIFE OF MY FATHER! AND I WILL NEVER EVER FORGIVE YOU ALL. I HATE GANGSTERS!" She... She hates gangsters…What should I do?

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.

We both worked in an underground world that everyday people chose to ignore. The Mafias of the past were renowned, filled with the lore of honor and duty. The likes of Al Capone, Carlo Gambino, and Frank Costello romanticized the realities of their livelihoods. Movies such as The Godfather and The Untouchables made mere men into legends. The cartel needed to up its public relations. As we witnessed with the news and social media coverage of the death of Jorge Roríguez I, cartels were viewed with less allure. Scarface and Savages portray us as cruel, greedy, and bloodthirsty.

A window exploded inward, shards of glass cascading like deadly rain. “Get down!” Ivan barked, flipping the table over with a swift motion and pulling me behind it. Gunfire erupted, bullets ricocheting off the marble and gilded surfaces. Diners screamed, some diving for cover while others froze in terror. Men dressed in black stormed into the restaurant, their faces partially obscured by masks. The unmistakable emblem of the Mexican mafia adorned their jackets. Ivan pulled his gun from a holster beneath his jacket and returned fire, his movements precise and calculated. “Damien, we’re under attack,” he barked into a small device clipped to his wrist.

The mothers of the murderers and of the whores and murderers lived and worked in Gilles, they themselves were the fatal girls of their time. Only the city hall would dispense with potholes, because they were the veterans of the worlds of pleasure. If they allowed it, they would kill after sex, which was well taught to their own agent, the most fatal motherfucker of her time. A Magnet agent. Attacks on territories that were involved in various crimes and massacres, which took place in the city, in the midst of militia attacks and gang territorial struggles. In the midst of the struggle for territories when the last gangster who commanded that gang Merciless, in which the territory was killed

his eyes danced along my face and I nodded, somehow feeling under a weird spell, "you can rest up, eat or explore. You can do what you please." "What about you?" I asked him, "where are you going?" There was a ring on every finger on his hand, and I wondered what they meant or were for but I liked the sight of them and how whenever he moved his hands I could hear the rings rubbing against each other. It also made him look so dangerous and so gangster. He looked like a mafia Don.

The Italian Mafia men were known for their gang tattoos, often intricate and symbolic. And since they already had hold of the server, Hades knew he’d rather die than snitch on those who sent him. Hades just needed to find out what Gregory and the Italian Mafia had cooking. Claudine reached up to her head, her hand trembling so badly she could barely unpin the small fascinator. She fumbled with her earrings.

I asked, “What is all this?, Is Vincent some sort of prince or what?” She asked, I didn't know if I should tell her “He is stinking rich and paranoid. What is he?” She asked, I had already noticed Taylor was a curious and Sharp person, this was probably going to bother her the whole night so I decided to tell her “I think he is drug lord, he is probably a leader of a cartel” I told her, Taylor didn't seem surprised “I thought so. There is just so much I want to ask him about Kelvin. Do you think he will talk to us tomorrow?” She asked

He still held my hand. "I know I'm a bad person. My hands and body have been stained with blood. Many breaths have ceased because of me. But there's one thing I can assure you. I don't kill innocent people. I have enemies, my father and I. But I will do my best to shield you from witnessing any heinous crimes because I will protect you from them. I'm a mafia leader, and I control everything related to drugs. I've tasted it, and I won't lie to you. Life, money, wealth are the battles. And I'm willing to leave all of that behind for a simple life with you. I'm ready to change for you, Felicia."

"I won't do this to him. I can't pick him up from school with a gun on my waist, I can't fear that you'll be ambushed in a community or wherever. I don't want to sleep next to a man who took a life during the day and eats dinner with us at the table." "Love, listen to me, please! I will never kill an innocent person. I may be the biggest gangster in the country, but I won't kill innocents. You know me, you saw me in action, and you know I don't do that! I've never taken the life of an innocent person, those bloody days are behind us. No blood and no violence." He wiped away a solitary tear that fell from her eye and saw her swallow hard.