Novel & Cerita Gangster Stories

"And would you please, show a bit of interest here?" Ghost took down his feet with a sigh. "I can't. I just can't seem to develop any shitty interest in this conversation. I'm flatly sitting it out," "Why not?" Don Carianno puckered his brow. A ring of smoke covered his face from the cigarette between his fingers. "Because it's fucking stupid and pissing me off. So what if the Chinese Mafia lost a man in the underground fights? So what if the Triads are mad and reeling with anger? We didn't kill him. It was just a fucking accident,"

I didn’t want anyone to suffer because of me. Despite my hands pinned to the wall and his body almost covering mine, I managed to smile at him. "I just guessed. I've read and watched lots of stories and movies about mafias, and some of them have godfathers," I said. I was grateful for the stories I’d heard from my dad about mafias; otherwise, I wouldn’t have known what to say. As I always said, I wasn’t a fan of violence, so I don't read or watch violent movies.

I gritted my teeth and mustered all the energy in the world to push Bennett away and thank God I did. "What do you mean by that?" He snapped and grabbed my arm again, a little more harsher and tighter. "I wouldn't disrespect me here Miss Stiles. This is not a place to cuss around. This isn't Seattle neither is this Los Angeles. You walked into my Mafia den and..." "Mafia?" My eyes widened and I blinked. "I thought it was a gang thing...but a Mafia?" I was not stupid neither was I foolish. I knew what the Mafia did. Well, not really did but the books I've read said a lot and they were real. They didn't play cards or run around in circles. They shot, tortured, kill and traffick women and child

A few days later, I noticed my coworker Jake suddenly had money to burn. He bought a watch he’d always wanted and started treating everyone to meals. That night after work, he pulled me aside for drinks. After a few shots, Jake leaned in secretively: “Bro, I hit the jackpot. A resident paid me five thousand dollars just to help him at his place.” My stomach dropped. “Which resident?” Jake lowered his voice: “23rd floor. Mr. Reed.” My face turned pale. Sure enough. Mr. Reed wasn’t just using me.

Slipping into my coat, I shake my head as if wanting to get rid of the thought creeping into my mind. I get on the street and hail a cab to get home. During the drive home, I have a bad feeling and suddenly find myself watching my back. Realizing what I am doing, I giggle to myself while shaking my head. Jenna really got under my skin with her panicky mobster stories. Even if he is a little gangster and could watch everyone in the club that he might be managing for his big boss, it wouldn’t mean he has an eye over entire New York.

“You can call him a gangster…that’s what he was. Helps people only to ask them to commit felonies for him. He frames them…after owing some Asian rogue a lot of money, this dude came outta nowhere offering to help clear the debt and keep me off the hook for as long as I wanted if I did a few jobs for him” “Does this Silas guy happen to look like this?” the man in suit interrupted, raising the previous photograph again. Darragh looked at it and removed his eyes. “No…the Silas am talking about was black and young. And he got killed in Detroit. Some say it was an assassination but I think it was someone looking to pass grief” Darragh informed. The man in suit staring at Darragh, hopefully in dou

It was two things that I was initially against, but seeing as I knew that most of the people around me were both lying to me or betraying me; I came to realize that he was one of the most honest. “The event that we’ll be at would not only have mafia men, but cops, lawyers, and even business men. It is one of the main reasons that I want you there with me. All the men in there know who we are, they know what we do, and sometimes; it seems like you or any novice who is trying to prove himself are the only people who are interested or are fighting in stopping what we do. The rest as part of us, they make their money as they join our businesses…”

I'm still getting use to the smell of cigarettes and now cigar. " Lemme tell you a story." Vladimir puffs out the smoke through his nostrils. " Gray worked with a man called Sinclair Daxton. Ten years ago, Sinclair happens to be the biggest and richest American Mafia boss. Gray's father was his right hand man and he was loyal to Sinclair. Gray usually clears out his dirty deals and most times do the delivery. Gray was more often Sinclair's Hitman. But do you know what happened?" Vladimir pause. I swallow and didn't answer. First, ex Hitman. Ex cocaine delivery man and also a present Mafia boss. Oh Ariel , what have i gotten myself into.

!" The boss roared with red eyes. Alex Brown nodded calmly: "Sure, as long as I see Keira ." "Let you find that girl, do I still have a chance to live?" The gangster suddenly laughed, his expression full of hatred: "You had to bring the police! Hmph, I can't live, that girl must also die!" In extreme fear, the gangster's spirit was close to collapse, and it would not do him any good to go on like this. Alex Brown eased his attitude and reassured: "I don't want to bring the police either, it's all their fault. Right now it's just you and me, so wouldn't it be nice to make a deal while we still can and then go our separate ways?" Can the deal continue? Alex Brown picked up the money box when t

Killian went over and aimed the ball once again to ricochet off the other side and hit the ball into the hole. " Are you still against tradings stocks from my company? " Calvin asked leaning against the cue stick and Killian hit another. " Of course I am. You tried to scam me into signing a five million dollar contract for your company. You also tried to hack into my system to see if you could do anything to harm my industry in any way you could. " " Huh? I wouldn't want to do business with me either " Killian hit the last two balls but the 8-ball was totally out of his range.