Gangster Novels Novels & Stories

. From the way Frankie The Mob Girl 38 would fidget and flatter in his presence, Arlyne could tell he was a dangerous man, that term meaning, both then and for the rest of his life, the ability to command respect and more generally, to get things done. Red Levine, as he eventually learned, was a good friend of Meyer Lansky, a soft-spoken Polish immigrant who by then had become a Lower East Side legend. Shortly after his arrival in America in 1911, at the age of nine, he embarked on a career as a street bookie, and in the years to come managed to forge a criminal empire based on gambling, rum smuggling and protection. Considered an outcast by the Orthodox religious leaders, he was nonetheless

She noticed Gonzalo sitting at the one-seater sofa, with his favorite guns in front of him, like everybody else in the entire estate who's alert and carrying high-powered guns. "Those idiots are the Street Thugs. That gang was founded thirty years ago by one of the most notorious criminal New York has ever known. They are violent people involved in a lot of low-profile crime, they were never this bold." Darryl responded. "Someone gave them the balls to do this. Someone who will benefit when the city falls into chaos." Gonzalo stated. Darryl knows that look well. Gonzalo is thinking, figuring out who is responsible for the current state of the city in his mind.

she says with a chuckle, before scribbling another list. Mafia/Crime Lord: Mafia Boss Drug Lord Smuggler Cartel Leader Money Launderer I laugh. “Yeah, definitely keeping the first four, but money launderer sounds too... boring for a dark romance. Where’s the thrill?” Jenni nods in agreement and starts on another list. I watch as she meticulously writes out the next category. Obsessive Lover: Bodyguard Psychiatrist or Therapist Business Tycoon with control issues Ex-Military or Mercenary

“I sent you to handle a simple deal, and you turned it into a bloodbath.” He stared at me long and hard, jaw tight. “Do you realize what you’ve done? That wasn’t some random street gang, Avery. That was a supplier. You just cost me a month’s worth of negotiation.” “They were planning to rob you,” I said, trying to stay calm. “You weren't there. You didn't see…” “I didn't need to see it!” His voice rose sharply. “You think every problem can be solved with a gun. You aren't working alone, Avery. You can't keep doing things your way.”

I uncovered the ear and silence greeted me, in fact they were gone, we all settled down on the comfortable leather sofa. _____ who are those nicolas men? ___dimy and savyo drug dealers work for cosa nostra __where are they? ___in camps close to borders ___And what are they going to do with Damon? ___ in these camps there are only men there are no women many of them have been without a woman for years, so it is customary to send there men like Damon, rapists, pedophiles etc and the men there have fun with them if you know what I mean, Damon will feel it Skin what it's like to be abused, touched without permission, they'll tear it apart

The streets suddenly became busy, all the small-time gangs that were woken up by the knock and the note were on the road looking. The note was brief, simple, and to the point. ‘Deliver the case you stole or die.’ Each note had a Lux hotel stamp and everyone immediately knew who it belonged to. Yuri, the Russian Mafia boss. They knew he was not bluffing and also that whatever is in the case is valuable. Each one wanted to find whatever information they can about the case to clear their names.

His tone was icy, and Valentina felt the weight of his words. In the following days, as she was thrust deeper into the gang’s world, she asked trusted members who he was. They whispered his name in hushed tones, revealing he was the notorious leader of the Black Rose gang. “He’s someone you don’t want to cross,” one of them warned. “Just do what he says, and you’ll be fine.” As time passed, Valentina found herself caught in a world she never expected. She had become a Hidden Killer, trained to navigate the dangerous underbelly of the city.

With one slight adjustment of the hand, it continues, “I, myself, would like to say ruthless killer, but then we all know Vic Stone, you would never have walked out there alive.” And ya, I think I should, but I do not keep quiet, “I am glad to see that we agree on one thing.” “Oh no, I don’t agree. My question is, what was Colton Cruz doing there in the first place? See, this is how things work in this crazy fucked up Mafia business. You do not set your foot on someone else’s turf.” Well, this is where I need to stop it right in the fucking but.

Scarlett even got a job as a waitress in a restaurant. We have tried to keep away from the mafias and gangsters as much as possible and we were doing a pretty good job doing that until very recently. The restaurant that Scarlett works in has a lot of local gangsters as its regular customers. They come to the restaurants for less suspicious ways of making deals and signing contracts for not so lawful things. One such evening at the restaurant, Scarlett was serving the table of a local gang leader Victor Lawford. Scarlett is the definition of beauty standards. Luscious hair, pretty face, curves at all the right places. Of course, she caught the attention of Victor.

1 buisnessman along with the richest man on earth. Zayn is Alexanders right hand and I don't care if he's in mafia cause I know he's my bestfriend and my only family like I'm to him. Zayn was also in gang stuff when we were in U.K. Since 10th grade and I don't blame him cause he lost his parents in an accident and he never wanted to go in a orphanage so he started doing gang stuff and earned money. In 11 grade I started living with him, cause something's happened between me and my family, well let's leave it here only.