Novel & Cerita Gangster Stories

I shrugged causing Ace, his father and my own to smile and shook their head at my comment. "Is there a reason why Ace and Alexia should go there alone?", My mother asked while walking to us. "I assume you know Melissa." Dad asked Vincenzo as he pointed to my mother. "Yeah." Vincenzo smiled at her which she returned. "Because they want li fantasma and The Mafia leader Italian mafia who is also the best assassin to come to their party." Vincenzo stated. "Oh please—", Daniella voiced interrupted us once again. "Li fantasma is a myth!" She yelled with her fake and really bad Italian accent.

I said to the man and he stood up and made a swing for my face and soon we were in a fight in which he was losing. I swung him another one in his jaw and before he could swing for me he had a blow to his stomach. He fell down and his face had several cuts and scratches. I looked at him and soon heard a gunshot and the man's body went motionless. I turned to Jianan. "The bullet was a shocker Mr. Gangster." Jianan grinned "Let's go before he wakes up from the shock."

If so I need to get the girls away from them as quickly and humanely as possible. They're not good guys though they may seem it on the outside inside they don't give a shit about anyone but themselves ever since Maulvey’s sister committed suicide they became the most deadly drug dealer assassin and I feel that a storm is coming and the worst one in history one that can cause a war between the mafia and the drug lords. There has already been some ruckus about Dreads death and if they are blaming either of these two girls as well as the Greens they will take their ultimate revenge and it won't be pretty.

Romano's hand flew up to her mouth. "Oh my, w-what is that?" Antonio abruptly stood up and stomped one foot onto the chair. "That's a mark of the mafia. A friend of mine who used to be in the mafia told me only members who've spilled blood earn a scar like that." Spittle flying, he pointed at my nose and cursed, "Enzo Moretti, you'd better come clean—have you done time before? Did you get that scar in a mob fight?" I frowned and pulled my sleeve down to cover the scar.

That mix of suspicion and low-level awe. Sofi gasped, “Capone... Capone?” she asked, all wide eyes, “Like Al Capone? The gangster guy from the old black-and-white movies?” Adriano smiled politely and glanced at me because that's exactly what I had asked him when we met, “That one gets brought up a lot. Distant relation, I think. But I promise I left my Tommy gun at home.” He was clearly joking but my family had been traumatized by real-life gangsters, so I don’t think anyone found it funny.

My fingers tighten around the phone as I stare at her message, trying to make sense of it. She’s scared. Or maybe ashamed. Maybe both. She shouldn't be, not after the nights we've spent together. So that’s it? - Liam I type, my frustration seeping through. You don’t want to be seen with me because of what I do?” - Liam Her response is instant this time. I don’t hang out with boys like you, Liam. I don’t get involved with... gangsters. -Liam The word stings more than I care to admit. Gangster. I know what I am, I’m not naive about it, but hearing it from her? That’s different.

Bianca sucked her teeth thrice, “Bad news. They are from the White Star gang, the fourth largest gang in the country. Their leader, Duncan was just released from prison a few months ago after he raped his wife's mother.” I bit my lower lip, “Does Leonardo have some kind of beef with them?” “Hell no,” she chuckled lightly, “They are one of his dogs who help him with his money laundering and drug trafficking businesses.” When she noticed my silence, tension instantly seeped into the atmosphere as she questioned me, “Alessandra, what the hell did you do this time?” “Nothing,” I sat down on the bed, squeezing my eyes as I struggled to recollect my emotions. After a few seconds, I confessed, “One

Iker ran a hand through his hair, visibly frustrated. "What makes you believe in his protection after his own men almost killed you?" Lizzy hugged herself, and her voice cracked. "The contract..." "Lizzy, do you really think Greed will keep his end of the deal? You must remember that he's a gangster, and not just any gangster, but the leader of the most powerful mafia in New York. Trusting him wholeheartedly, based solely on a contract that he could break at any moment, is complete madness." And she knew it. It was complete madness to trust someone so dangerous. But even if he broke his word, she wouldn't break hers to protect herself and her child.

"Yeah, the name sounds familiar. If I had to guess, he's probably the head of a big gangster in Brooklyn." Bella closed her mouth. Her guess was the same. His appearance was not far from the gangsters in movies. Neat, arrogant, and cold. "What if you're being targeted to be kidnapped and sold into the human trafficking market?" Darrell teased. "Hey, why are you scaring me?" Bella pouted. Darrell burst out laughing. "I'm just kidding. Or maybe he's fallen in love with you. Ah, so romantic. An innocent girl chased by a ruthless and cold mafia boss." Bella sneered. Until now, she couldn't conclude Marco Vilante's intentions.

A flash of gunfire tore through the darkness, yanking Dominic back to that smoky bar where Luca’s laugh had once filled the air with warmth. Rain battered the Gold Coast flat now, its peeling walls trembling as he pushed himself up, a sharp sting slicing through his side. He cut an imposing figure, broad shoulders hunched under a shredded coat, his hair plastered against a scarred cheek from some forgotten brawl. He’d clawed his way out of the South Side’s muck, stabbing his mentor in the back to seize control of Wicker Park’s gambling dens and the Loop’s shadowy rackets.