Gangster Squirrel Novels & Stories

Dalton asked, looking at the outside, wondering what the security set-up was. "Do I look like a criminal?" Squirrel asked sharply. "I might be a drug addict and steal every once in a while, but I don't break into places." Dalton leveled him with a glare. "An addict with a code of ethics. How touching." He reached in the truck's window and grabbed him by the back of the neck. "How do we get in?" Squirrel tried to move away, but Dalton kept his hold. "Ohhh, let go, man!"

The four gangsters looked at each other as if something was planned, and he didn't make a mistake when they suddenly released katanas. But before they could steer the weapons, Zach's companion already shot them. They were using a silencer gun so the gunfire could not be heard. "Hah! You think you can handle me, huh? And you're going to rub my handsome face with your dirty hands?" The arrogant Zach said, even though they are still in a dangerous situation. Zach motioned to his companions and they slowly entered the Battle Underground. And he entered with a smile when he saw that the gangsters inside were startled when they saw them.

The room buzzed with the low hum of murmurs as the attendees exchanged glances, processing the information. In the world of organized crime, where power dynamics and alliances have shifted like quicksand, any deviation from the norm raises eyebrows. Within this clandestine network, criminal organizations were symbolically represented by totemic animals—dragon, lion, wolf, and snake. Francisco Hilton, a formidable player in this sinister chessboard, bore the emblem of the snake. Among those present was James, a key player in this intricate web of criminal enterprises. As he lit a cigarette, his gaze shifted to Andrew, and he inquired with a hint of curiosity, "Where is your phony friend?"

However, for Tania to be trusted by his brother to attend this meeting, she must have her own specialities. “I’m Xavier. Leader of Hunter Gang. This is Chris, my right hand and Gunner is my shooters Captain.” The man who’s wearing a black glove spoke. He too held the same cold expressions on his face. It was strange that he wears his gloves even while eating. What happened to his hand? Nobody knows except for him and his subordinates. His short black hair was comb to the side, revealing a pretty handsome look. He had a broad shoulder and wore a black suit.

"Which means you also know this is gonna get even uglier before we're through, unless we act fast and come at this lunatic hard." One of the guys - a wiry, rail-thin specimen with inked teardrops trailing from both eyes - uttered a wheezy chuckle. "You aimin' to finally put Old Spike down for good then, J? 'Bout damn time, if you ask me." A rumble of murmured agreement rippled through the rest of the assembled group. It was clear Delgado's reputation as a dangerous, unhinged wild card preceded him even among these hardened criminal sorts.

His wolf began pacing inside of him. "His name's Gandhi. Former cop. Very experienced and dangerous," Hacker replied after his fingers had typed rapidly across the keys. "I want his address," Venom demanded, his eyes hard as steel. Hacker hesitated, then nodded. "I can get it for you." Venom simply nodded, his expression unchanged. The others exchanged uneasy glances, sensing the new level of tension. "Here it is, Venom," Hacker said, turning his laptop so his Alpha could see the address.

So, he was placed in charge of the design for the underground tunnels and had also designed the entire underground community for the mafia families. There were facilities that the world knew nothing about. All the generations of the Yung lineage inherited abilities that were supernatural. But Xavier was extraordinary. The night at the hotel, the brothers had taken him to celebrate their 21st birthday. Stella had heard about it, which was why she and her older brother Patton (by another man) wanted to destroy Vangeline’s reputation. They believed she would definitely be thrown out by their father. Even though Vangeline had an older brother, he was living overseas, so there wouldn’t be anyone

She Qian Mo was nothing like Dawn imagined. The man had long, silky black hair that flowed past his shoulders. He wore round Parry Hotter glasses and was lanky. If the former mafia boss didn’t know better, he would have thought he was dealing with a private investigator instead of an underworld informant.

She didn't speak and my hands itched with the killing intent that was beginning to rise within me. Sawyer Graham, SCU picciotti ten years ago. He joined out of obligation when his brother Ashton Graham died. My investigations showed me that he specializes in prostitution, is a pimp, and runs a gambling ring out of his house. He has problems with alcohol, he is quite friendly, according to what I investigated. Who now kisses her niece's neck and she doesn't say anything. "I missed you so much, sweetie" both hands run over her buttocks and she squeezes them making my teeth gnash.

the MC asked loudly. Silence was the only reply he received. "Going once?" "Going twice?" "Going thrice?" "...and sold!" the MC declared. Squinting to get a closer look at my new owner, my stomach churned with a mixture of fear and disgust as a heavily bearded old man stepped forward. The man who had just purchased me... Could things possibly get any worse?