Gangster Stewie Griffin Novels & Stories

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

Her husband cupped her chin with his fingers, making her look at his stern expression “You don't know the snake Griffin can be, but he's not always the gentleman he was trying to show off to you. He's the kind of man you can't turn your back on. And I won’t let him take advantage of your wounds with your family to get to you.” “On that, I have to agree.” Dante commented, looking thoughtful “Mr. Griffin appears to be fair and trustworthy with all his other dealings, but, when it comes to us Bianchis, he's never been afraid to play dirty. But, I have to admit this whole story seems to fit very well with the things he has been doing in recent years. Always trying to harm our family company and

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..."

My stomach twisted. “I was nobody back then,” he went on. “Low-level grifter. Small cons. Credit cards. Fake investments. I heard about your father. Jonathan Sterling. Rich. Old-school. No kids but you. I saw an opening. Target the daughter. Get close. Marry in. Take what I could.”

She didn’t understand why Jason would love Fia so much. Only then did she understand no matter what had changed, she couldn’t be compared to her. Forever. ... Men and women walking down the busiest streets. Suddenly, all the LED screens around them all reported the same news. Twenty years ago, the Stewart family of Gryphon all disappeared in one night, even their branch families. The plot to take over the Stewarts, masterminded by the elders of the families in the past, and even involving government officials who were in office at the time, was brought to light.

His face was calm as he said, “Yeah, everyone knows what kind of person I am. Who doesn’t know what kind of person Don Jenkins is in S City and the business world?” Then, he changed the subject. There was a hint of coldness in his grinning eyes. “However, what you people don’t know is that Mr. Stewart is my savior.” He said coldly, “Everyone said that I will forget about righteousness when I see money. However, Mr. Stewart stopped the knife with his shoulder for me. I can still see the fading scar on his shoulder until now.” He said and turned around to look at the old master respectfully. “Old Master, regarding whatever you have in mind, I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to disappoint you.”

That face was similar to his ex-girlfriend, in a few ways. ‘Rich people have a lot of problems’ The manager thought. It was just a few resemblance and she wasn’t your woman, but he couldn’t afford Griffin. Griffin could ruin his life overnight. Griffin got drunk. The club sent a driver to take him back, but he was cowed at the bottom of the house. He didn't want to go up there.There was no Daphne in the house. Griffin had always been restrained, rarely drank and out of control, but tonight he was lying on the side of the road and vomited in the dark, and when he sobered up a bit,he stood alone and silent in the streetlight

He looks terribly unwell. I want to speak again but I rather not. Sterling and I later devour the food and we hand the tray back to Griffin. I know that Griffin is someone whose environment affects his mind, so he likes things neat, organized, and clean. He’d be out of here in no time to get the tray, plate, and utensils cleaned. He insists that Sterling goes with him back to the bigger cabin though, but I beg for a little more time with him. “Whatever.” Griffin says and walks out of the cabin with the tray of used plates, and utensils.

He was the reason I’d been sent out of the pack five years ago. “That f**ker?” I growled in disbelief. “Yeah,” Kingston cut in with a nod, a reckless grin tugging his lips. “Since you left, Griffin’s been running wild in the biker’s world. Acting like he owns the joint. Acting like a f**king king.” “Griffin Mateo?” I almost spat my drink in disbelief. “That skinny little cheater who rigged the race back then? Who I beat bloody when he tried to play dirty?” As I spoke, the images started flooding back fists slamming against flesh on the asphalt, the roar of bikes, blood and screams.

She held her head. "You have no idea who Ivy is, she's Ivy Matthews Martins for fuck sake! Do you know Griffen? the man that was sentenced to death by firing squad in Italy about a year ago? yes him, his son had the biggest Mafia cartel in Italy, he dropped it because of his wife but he still has mad influence. That's Ivy's brother. Amber Matthews is Ivy's brother. Do you know what it means to mess with the blood of an Italian retired Mafia man??? do you have any idea the things that man has done to people that has hurt his own blood? talk less of Ivy that he has been looking for for years? do you have the slightest idea what that man will do to you if he finds out you were involved in this?