Gangster Squirrel Novels & Stories

It's been years, and yet, my heart remembers Adam. Suddenly I'm panicking, my eyes darting around for a way of escaping from this trap. I want to see him; no, I need to see him!" There is a three-eyed squirrel behind me, one of those evil-looking troublemakers. Its eyes lock on mine, and I swallow, suddenly remembering why no one walks to the lake without a gun. "Hello there," I wave at the mutated animal, smiling when it unleashes its furious battle-cry. "Guess we aren't friends, huh?"

Whatever they were dealing with, he swore that he would do his damn hardest to not let it touch Callie. “What are we looking at, Soren?” he asked the moment he got out of the car. “Walk with me.” “It started out as small robberies, all across the city,” Soren explained. “The Tomb had one hit, some gang hit the casino a few days ago, but that was already taken care of, don’t worry.” Vin stopped dead in his tracks, surprised. “If things were already handled, what am I doing here?” Soren shook his head, “Come with me.”

DR Raph answered and shook his head in disbelief. “What gang was involved in the shootout?” Tony asked, hoping it wasn’t what he was thinking. “Snakers.” As soon as the word left Dr Raph’s mouth, Tony groaned loudly. It was the name he hated so much. “Why do you sound like that? Everyone in Paris knows that the Snakers are the most gruesome gang ever. You shouldn’t be surprised to hear that they are behind the killing.” Dr Raph said when he saw the sour look on Tony’s face.

Finally, the bartender left his station, taking a seat next to Chiara. He placed his hand on her thigh, clearly taking advantage of the fact that Chiara was drunk and not in the right state of mind. “So, I’m Gambino. What’s your name?” He asked, flashing her a slight smile. Chiara’s cheeks reddened. If it was back then, she would have pushed his hand off and complimented it with a slap but she was much too intoxicated to care. “Chiara.” She muttered, her eyes locked on his green ones.

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.

Trey was seated on a leather couch in the ‘Crib’, listening to music from some of the upcoming Hip-hop rappers in the hood, as he watched two sixteen years old boys break down a a kilogram of cocaine, also called a brick into a thousand transparent bags, with the help of small digital scales. This crib he supervised was one of many that the Bloods had, scattered all around the city. Being a small man of five feet, he had always been underestimated which he used to his advantage. However, his reputation in the gang for being tenacious earned him the nickname;’Big Trey.’

Loud and shrill screams rung in the air as people shouted in utter fear. The group of cats ran hearing the piercing noise and made loud noises in the air. Nathan put the rifle beside him and smirked looking at his aim. The gunshot hit exactly at the target, man’s heart, after all, he was a professional shooter and that too merciless. His task was completed. Putting the rifle back in its case and taking off the ear protection, he picked up the case, and within thirty seconds he was out of the house... He is Nathan Williams, the Scorpion of the underworld. The most dangerous and feared mafia lord of Chicago...

"Don't come anywhere close to me" Ava took a step backward sobbing, she thought he was going to turn his back and leave, but her hope shattered when he took another step towards her. Ava had seen his profile and she had decided not to have anything to do with him. Don Drexel Mason popularly known as the snitch killer or the grim reaper, is the most dreaded Mafia Assassin in the underworld, not just in that country he was known all over the underworld in the whole continents.

“What?” “I kind of hit it with my bike.” “Jesus fuck, so you bring it home?” “It’s not dead.” “We’ll see about that.” She grabbed the squirrel and dashed its head open against the bottom of the sink. This time the nausea overwhelmed him, and he vomited on the slate floor. ***

"Unseemly, every last one of you." Nonetheless, Jackie strode up just then, still clutching his face as he snapped, "You fool! You'll pay for causing trouble here in Norsedam. This man here is Scorpion, a member of the Airbreakers, the biggest gang here in this city! Get down on your knees and lick my shoes, or I'm killing you!" "You heard him—on your knees, lick his shoes!" Scorpion came to his senses and glowered at Frank threateningly, stomping one foot on the chair beside Frank while brandishing his metal bat.