Gangster Stewie Griffin Novels & Stories

He sat on the bed probably listening to the coller as he said. "Then who are you and what are you doing with my wife's phone"? He asked. "Are you Mr Amunsa, Mrs Dansanisa's husband? ". "Yes.... I am and who are you?" He asked. He clears his throat as he start explaining himself to Amunsa on the phone on the reason he called. "My name is Austin Balastino, a taxi river". "A taxi driver, ehhh and so what, how does that answer my question young man. What are you doing with my wife's phone, what's going on speak at once" Amunsa said.

After all, it had been a long while since the last family gathering. The Wilson Family was large and heavily reliant on Griffith's father, Stephen Wilson. He was a prominent figure in the business world and a womanizer. Griffith was his first child with his ex-wife, and he had two daughters and a son with his current wife, Mariah Arlington. Apart from that, nobody knew how many illegitimate children he had outside the family since only two of them were officially accepted by Francine. Since the power shift in the family, the struggle for power between Griffith and Stephen led to fewer family gatherings. After choosing Griffith to lead the family, Stephen left the city and moved to Portcheste

as soon as I was out, my mouth twisted and I cursed my ungrateful destiny. I thought after Max Stokes' death I would be able to enjoy my life with Stella but just look at my fate, after he died Stella was caught by this stupid syndrome where she was seeing things that were not real. I had assumed to enjoy my sex life with her but alas, I never got to touch her intimately since then, let alone be the desire of kissing her lips. My legs rushed toward the west part of my mention, toward the secret region to be precise. The region where Stella's father and my godfather, Lucifer Miller, the mafia boss was staying at the moment, underground from the eyes of the enemies and police.

Mum barked, finishing off her rebuke through clenched teeth as Dad sighed heavily. "Alexander McKenzie and his fucking goody- two shoes father are the royal scum of New York, and you guys acting like they aren't LITERALLY the Mafia is every bit as sickening as the blood they've wasted to sit on that mighty throne o'theirs!" Stella screamed, spittle flying from her mouth before she chucked the ceramic plate at the wall, narrowly missing Dad as it flew over his head. It didn't sit right with me. "Alexander's not scum Stellz, he's a pretty nice guy!" I whined lowly, but Stella turned to look at me like I might as well shit in her school bag.

"Where the fuck is he and why do you have his body?" "Relax boy. Know you're hurtin' but we didn't fuckin' do this. Drift and another brother were keeping tabs on someone we know as Griz. We think he's one of the wannabe Rejects. Was able to tie him in with Alberts. Ex con, did twenty years for murder, transferred over from Missouri when Alberts came to New York. Looks like Alberts was hiring dipshits from prison to pose as these Rejects. My guess is they are tryin' to take us out. Somethin' tells me our new chief of police wants control of the drug and gun trade. Drift lost his tail, but only after the SUV dropped off a large sack with a note on it. Once we brought him here, we called you.

I've decided to take away what's most important to him so that he can't hurt any more girls. Then, he turned around and strode out of the lobby to make a call. Sean stared, gaping, at the man who was on the phone outside the hospital, his entire body frozen in shock. A split second later, he turned to stare at Bonnie. "Your… Your friend? What does he do for a living?" "He's a gangster," Gwen answered before Bonnie could even open her mouth. "He's my boyfriend and the head honcho of all the gangs in Merchant City.

The man stood still, not even turning around, and said, "Your name is Griffin Soare, and you work for Atlas Giordano in the Northern District. You're ruthless and have killed many innocent people. Am I right?" Griffin did not deny it. He scoffed and replied, "Since I started practicing martial arts, I've killed and maimed so many people, I've lost count. Good, bad, young, old—it's all the same. And you—you sound like you're here to avenge those dead souls. It's a noble thought, but let's see if you can back it up."

Thomas added, “I really adore your talent. Also, I ask you to work for me not to go and fight. Instead, I just want to let you utilize your culinary skills. You shouldn’t waste your life on the street. “Even if you don’t think for yourself, you should also consider your daughter. If you earn a living on this kind of street, what kind of quality of education and life can you bring to her? Griffin, both of us are soldiers. I can’t bear to see you living like this.” Griffin lowered his head, and his gaze looked hesitant. In the end, he asked, “May I know who you really are?” Thomas put his hands at the back. “In the Southland District, I’m the chief officer in charge of three districts.