Gangster Skeletons Novels & Stories

SILVAN “That was quick.” I raise a brow as the capo of the Nosa Costra strolls into my office like it’s just another random day. As usual, my spacious office suddenly feels smaller and a thousand degrees cooler when he walks in. Vincent Bianchi, A.K.A The Skull, lowers his broad frame into the chair in front of my desk, his suit jacket falling open to reveal the guns that are neatly tucked to his waistband. Three guns to be precise.

- Dessa as soon as the skeleton release from Timot fingertip *wwwooogg!!!* the skeleton was thrown very far away!!! "wwooaaahh!!"- John Carl the skeleton slams near the gasoline station and it suddenly create noise using the gate near it! but after some time it attacks the zombie! "aaahhh! my communication again is lost!"- Christian "Okay, let's move now most of the zombie are running towards the skeleton!"- Bobby we move outside of the gate of the building

It only meant that what he was about to reveal was not good. "Fine, I promise," I relented. I was curious to know who was behind it. "Those men are called the Skulls and Crows, an organized criminal outfit," He said. "Please do not tell me that they are somehow connected to Renaissance," I implored him. He balefully nodded, affirming my worst fears. I sighed and finally sat down on the couch some feet away from his work desk. We were both couped up in his study so we could have some privacy. As much as I loved his mother, she was too meddlesome.

I move to the side of the door and closer to Skull so no one is between him and a bullet. The man they call Rack comes through first. His gun is drawn and he turns it toward Skull. I don’t acknowledge him. Rack’s a big white guy, and it’s Gomez who’s going to determine if I take out Skull or not. Gomez enters—his dark skin and heritage prominent. Skull’s eyes grow large. Fox would have our heads for just smiling at a wet-back fuckin’ Mexican. Fox’s words. I’m not only smiling, I’m getting into the same bed. Celina comes in behind Gomez. I don’t pay attention to her, though I know she has a single thought on her mind.

-Dominic's POV- "The Skulls and Bones? I thought you said they weren't a big deal?" I asked as Xavier shut off his phone which had been playing the news of a drug deal scheme being found out by the police in Texas. The gangs involved couldn't be identified but the situation was huge. "They aren't to us, but the country? Maybe." I raised my eyebrow, not really believing his concern which makes him chuckle. "They're getting famous fast, Demon, and they're dangerous. Be wary of them, it should be easy considering they bully you at school." I scoffed at him, wrapping my knuckles, preparing for tonight.

I try to get up from the table, but the mobster stops me. “I need you in this business, love—espabilo—, Erick, I need you to arm some bombs for Gian Lucas's whorehouse; love, you will be my bait, I need you to seduce the new boss in charge of the place. Italian asshole stole my merchandise and I want it back.” He wants to bring down the night club with them inside. Damn son of a bitch! ********

she waves at him ignore his act of stamping on the floor. The fork gets into the rolled red spaghetti when his footsteps fade in her ears, letting out a sigh she gulps down the whole glass of Americano. The glass door of the restaurant opens making the crowd gasp and scream, people gather rushing to the door, all their movements stop when a person drags another man in his hold along with another two men wearing masks. The crowd gathers around the three of them finding any chance to get towards the door as the two masked fellow orders them to stay in with the gun.

I cheered them and said further ," Then the undead army of skeletons will attack us. Basically if we walked past them without making a single noise they'll not attack us ." " Why?" Xavier was the first to ask. " Because they can't see. They are a lazy army of undead who don't want to be disturbed by any outsiders. If anyone or anything interrupts their peaceful sleep they are eaten alive." " Eaten alive?" Loren exclaimed in shock. " Yes. And they are turned back into skeleton knights. So I repeat it again: don't ever make a single noise when passing through their colony because I don't know their weakness. My mother has not mentioned them," I said as I stuffed the map back into my shirt's po

Just the way I liked it. My men were already there, black gloves on, sleeves rolled, blood on their boots. Three body bags lay in the corner, zipped up like dirty secrets. Victor’s last three enforcers. Stupid bastards tried to run. We caught them by the docks, still thinking they could make it to the international border. I laughed as Luca and Gio dragged the bags toward the incineration chute. “Dump ’em in the sea,” I barked. “Make sure the fish eat every fucking tooth.”

A short, thick-bearded man (a dwarf with bushy beard), with a long tail stood in old man Jenkins’ path and grinned at him. “MOVE IT!” Old man Jenkins yelled and increased his speed. He kicked the dwarf out of his way. The dwarf flew through the air, yelling in pain as the green mist clung to him and peeled off his skin, then flesh and even dried up his blood until only bones were left. The dwarf had already died before he landed. Only his skeleton landed beside instructor Jack who rolled on the floor and jumped as he grabbed the dwarf’s big head and threw it at an unsuspecting gangster fighter. The gangster fighter realized it too late and had a skull embedded in his chest.