Gangster Novels Novelas e Histórias

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.

He leaned on his motor and began to read. Dear Gangster, Lucifer Cuenca, the name of the man who received and I am not ashamed. A lot is being stoned about me being a Psycho and Weirdong girl. I've been seeing you at school for a few years but you just talked to me too. I will never forget how we started talking.

"But, we'll need Mrs Martin " "Don't worry about Blessing,I'll handle her." He fixed his jacket and stormed out… Michelle heaved and threw her head back on her chair. She liked working for the two Gangsters even in her next life she'd do anything for them. That's why she'd try anything to find the antidote for her boss. People said Gangsters are cruel and ruthless, but these two are far from that unless it's needed. ~~~

I asked with a calm expression. “Do they need a reason to?” he asked with a question, and without waiting for my comeback, he continued, “They are gangsters, of course, they would want to look for the drugs, given the fact that most syndicates depend on such thing to survive.” He added, Shocked, “Really, that’s your conclusion?” I asked him. “Well …” he signed impatiently, “Yes,” “Ugh! Then I guess you’re stupid,” I blurted out,

Destros said. Bargaining with him would let him know that Nightingale meant more to me than a one night stand. If I agreed to this, he wouldn’t hand her over, he would make more ridiculous demands till he was satisfied. I know how gangsters worked. I was part of the mafia now, but once upon a time, I had been a mere gangster too. Besides, the mafia was really just an upgraded style of gangster life.

Giovanni said, and I looked at Luca and Antonio. They are both in support of it. “I saw nothing that night. The only risk I am experiencing right now is staying here any moment longer” “We run a Mafia, and one of our rules is that there is no out in the Mafia,” Antonio said, and it took me a few seconds to process it. Guns Dark aesthetics Oh crap. It took me time to figure it out. They were mafias. I should have known the first day I was brought here. “W-what does that have to do with me?” My voice was shaking and my hands were sweating as I asked the question.

Romano's hand flew up to her mouth. "Oh my, w-what is that?" Antonio abruptly stood up and stomped one foot onto the chair. "That's a mark of the mafia. A friend of mine who used to be in the mafia told me only members who've spilled blood earn a scar like that." Spittle flying, he pointed at my nose and cursed, "Enzo Moretti, you'd better come clean—have you done time before? Did you get that scar in a mob fight?" I frowned and pulled my sleeve down to cover the scar.

"Damn it, Trace! You're not a teenager anymore, and you're no longer part of the juvenile delinquents. Aren't you ashamed that you always stir up trouble? Aren't you ashamed that at your age, you're still the same Trace I knew back then?" "Damn it..." I muttered under my breath. "Don't you ever lecture me, Elliot! Don't flaunt the things you've done to me. I don't care about the drama in your chosen profession. You're all about showing off, even to your own family! And besides, you're the lawyer, but I am the head of Foedus. Maybe you've forgotten..." "You're nothing but a gangster who loves to be labeled as a leader. You prick! What have you contributed? Tell me. All you know is to fuck thi

Taking a deep breath, she braces herself and opens the thick envelope left behind by her mother. Page after page, note after note, and Devyn realised that she didn’t know who her mother was at all. Eden Devynne was a popular blues and jazz singer in the 80s, mostly popular within the Italian underworld. She rubbed shoulders with the Cosa Nostra as if they were her family as well and was respected in the circles. No man touched her because she was the mistress of Luca Bianchi, the mob boss and Capo of the Chicago Outfit. But from what she has read, the Outfit had been destroyed by the Russians a few years ago. There were no heirs left, except for Devyn.