Gangster Novels Novels & Stories

They all had their jackets open, hands near guns, and expressions carved from years of vendetta. Crates stood there like broken teeth, jagged and hollow. A few still smoked faintly, like they’d picked up the habit from the men now circling them. Gangsters muscled around them in slick shoes, equipped with bulletproof egos. They stood around in the ash like altar boys at a cermon, but with worse manners and better trigger fingers.

He turned his gaze towards Max, and it was as if he carried the secrets of the world within his eyes, a knowledge that transcended their shared past. ** In the shadowy underworld of the city, Francisco was a name that sent shivers down spines. As the leader of the gangsters, he ruled with an iron fist, his reputation preceding him wherever he went. He was ruthless, callous, and unapologetic in his pursuit of power and control. Killing, drug dealing, property jacking, money heists, and drug supply were all part of his dark repertoire. Francisco's reach extended even to the corridors of power, where he subtly manipulated the government to serve his interests.

But when I dragged my gaze to his eyes, they were dark and cold. In my distracted state, he whipped out his own pistol, making me yelp and flinch backward. Dante’s pistol flew up, pointing at Viktor’s head, and Viktor’s underboss, Adrian, had his gun trained on Dante’s. Luca, useless and frozen, stared at the scene with his mouth slack. Then Viktor slowly spun the pistol in his palm, holding it by the muzzle, and offered it to me handle-first. I collected it, making sure to point it at the ground before I accidentally started the biggest mob war New York had ever seen.

If your best friend and best crime partner was killed. Catalina switched off the tv and rose from the torn out chair. In the pitch darkness, she smiled thinking about meeting him. It was close . She would be successful, she wanted to be under his name. For the world, he was the perfect businessman. The youngsters worshipped him like a God, for them he was role model. But for her , he was " The Pakhan " . The face of dark world. Murder, Kidnapping, Trafficking and what more. He was the king of all. His cold stare could make a grown man piss.

Jonathan looked back at Genevieve and then whispered something to Clint . Genevieve didn’t give two hoots what his family thought about it. She may be a lapsed Catholic, but she wasn’t about to go receive the body and blood without having her sins purged. It wasn’t worth the risk to her soul. Let them think what they wanted. This farce had gone too long anyway. Watching the mobsters participate in the ritual, she wondered how many of them had recently killed or beaten someone or committed some other crime. She wondered if they’d gone to confession and if so, what they possibly could have told the priest to absolve themselves for their crimes.

Iker ran a hand through his hair, visibly frustrated. "What makes you believe in his protection after his own men almost killed you?" Lizzy hugged herself, and her voice cracked. "The contract..." "Lizzy, do you really think Greed will keep his end of the deal? You must remember that he's a gangster, and not just any gangster, but the leader of the most powerful mafia in New York. Trusting him wholeheartedly, based solely on a contract that he could break at any moment, is complete madness." And she knew it. It was complete madness to trust someone so dangerous. But even if he broke his word, she wouldn't break hers to protect herself and her child.

“This isn’t new.” As soon as he steps into the cramped room, the chatter dies down. The walls are bare, but the tables are crammed together. The stale smell of smoke is mostly gone, replaced by an odd mix of too many perfumes. Women are everywhere, counting cash and dealing drugs. For a split second, everything goes still, then the noise resumes. A short, stocky guy breaks away from the crowd and approaches, extending his hand. “Danny.” He gives a nod to Nolan while waiting for me to shake his hand.

I said I need some time to think, but I want to take a shower and take off those dirty clothes. "You already know what you need to do. "Do you want to marry a woman who hasn’t changed clothes in two days?" Livia raised an eyebrow. She just wanted to stay out of that moldy basement for a few hours. "Let me take a shower, I need clean clothes." Enrico was silent, no one dared to face him like that. "Is that how gangsters treat women?" She looked at Enrico. " I thought mobsters were more religious and took good care of their families.

Alexander I stopped the car when Jay, Charlie, and James surrounded it. They really wanna die. I came out of the car. "Who's she?" Charlie asked me. He is the leader of their so-called gang. "Does that matter to you?" I was not in the mood for any fight. "Oh? She's another slut of you I guess" That was it. I took out my gun and shot him in his chest. They were terrified. They thought I'd not carry a gun to school. They are really stupid.

I shook my head and looked at Hunter. -Do not. He looked at me blankly. -No what? I raised my eyebrows as if it were obvious. -I refuse. I'm going to go to the police and get involved in witness protection. I pass these gangster rolls and shit like that. In the books it's super cool because it always ends well and the girl marries the mobster who leaves everything for her and blah blah blah, but look, I don't believe it. I'm a writer and I know that real life is nothing like that of books- I patted him on the shoulder and stood up- I'm sorry, but I'm going.