Gangster Stewie Griffin Novels & Stories

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,

“His name is Jonathan Gruff. He is the leader of the Gruff gang.” I sighed. Of course I knew the Gruff gang. It wasn’t just a gang. The Gruff’s has a foundation of being the gambling mafia. No wonder we saw different rooms of different gambling levels in his gang ground. Now, I killed the leader of the Gruff mafia gang. Big shit. “Why was he here?” “I swear to God, I don’t know.” Frank said, “He only asked for a stripper. He asked her who the boss here was and she told him she didn’t know.”

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.

They start off stealing and then excalates to war, and that's why the Italians are here because they want to war. Right now, I am getting ready to go to our warehouse to meet the new recuits. Hopefully, they are better than the last set we had. Becoming a new member of the mafia is stressful, for both us and them. There is a series of tests to even be considered as a recuit. Mia and Diego were accompanying me. We were also going to meet Vincenzo's brother and sister (Valentino and Gabrielle). Mama wanted us to show them around the warehouse since they were going to be here for a while, and I thought they could be potential friends.

Dorothy said. “I’m fine the way I—” Griffin stopped when Stefan gestured him to sit, he sighed, and sat down. “Thank you, young mistress,” he said before helping himself to some food. He made sure to eat slower than the others. From the counter, Emily scoffed. “The young mistress sure thinks highly of herself.” “I think she’s cool,” Tiffany disagreed. “She got Griffin to eat with Mr. Stefan for the first time. He never does that—he only eats after Stefan goes to bed. Sometimes, he’s so tired he doesn’t eat at all.”

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.

That’s one thing I promised myself I would never do. Soon I found myself in front of my strip club, seeing Stefano waiting for me at the door. I got out of the car and walked towards him. "Good evening, boss." The bouncer greets me. I just nodded my head and showed Stefano to follow me. I walk over to my private booth and tell one of the girls to bring me a bottle of Bowmore. "Any news on whom the snitch might be?" I asked Stefano. "Nothing yet, boss. I'm still working on it." I nod. "I want him alive; I want him to suffer.

Let them fall into the abyss of crime, where they will sell their souls to the devil for money. French is a man who sacrificed his soul to the devil of money. Once he got his first taste of the heist, he couldn't stop. He went on to kill 21 people on a Florida highway in three months, and police across Florida were looking for him. He was forced to run away until he was taken over by the Stannichs, the most elite Sopranos in the country, and became one of their "executioners" for the dirty work. Fledge was much more comfortable these years, and the Stanage family provided him with a good sum of money to spend every month. His job was to help the Stannichs get rid of people who didn't belong

She pounced on the paper bag and ripped it open, the smell of freshly baked cheese bread filling the kitchen and mixing with the just-made coffee, and Túlio brought the coffee pot to the center of the table along with butter and milk. They ate and chatted about trivial things until the young man brought up why he had called Gringo there: "Gringo, Cloe and I are going to leave the mafia," he said, and Gringo, who was bringing the cup to his mouth, stopped halfway and looked at him sternly and seriously. "Yes, we're leaving the gang, and we're going to start our lives differently, you know, a little white-picket-fence house with some kids running around in the backyard and..."

I push my trolley out of the vegetable section and drive it through the rows and rows of stuff towards the meat compartment. Once I got in, I grab one kg of a huge frozen Chicken and flick it into my basket. "Do you want something else?" a voice from behind startled me. I turn to see a snorting guy with hard features. He was tall and slender and seemed like a hooligan with ugly blonde hair, a sullen face and yellow teeth. He wore a dishevelled brown t-shirt and filthy jeans. The two-three chains around his neck confirmed he was a rascal from some street.