Gangster Stories Novels & Stories

We both worked in an underground world that everyday people chose to ignore. The Mafias of the past were renowned, filled with the lore of honor and duty. The likes of Al Capone, Carlo Gambino, and Frank Costello romanticized the realities of their livelihoods. Movies such as The Godfather and The Untouchables made mere men into legends. The cartel needed to up its public relations. As we witnessed with the news and social media coverage of the death of Jorge Roríguez I, cartels were viewed with less allure. Scarface and Savages portray us as cruel, greedy, and bloodthirsty.

He turned his gaze towards Max, and it was as if he carried the secrets of the world within his eyes, a knowledge that transcended their shared past. ** In the shadowy underworld of the city, Francisco was a name that sent shivers down spines. As the leader of the gangsters, he ruled with an iron fist, his reputation preceding him wherever he went. He was ruthless, callous, and unapologetic in his pursuit of power and control. Killing, drug dealing, property jacking, money heists, and drug supply were all part of his dark repertoire. Francisco's reach extended even to the corridors of power, where he subtly manipulated the government to serve his interests.

Just like we had been doing until now, we would do it forever. Eltan Storm's story available! Title: My Artistic Mafia Man Lance Storm's story available! Title: My Mafia Rescuer

Her weak eyes stared at Vincent. "Why are you doing this?" she whispered. Her voice was drained and tormenting. Vincent smiled and pulled a seat from the other side of the room. "Let me tell you a story." He lowers himself into the seat. "Two men ran a gang together. They were best friends and did everything together. One day, they stole a huge amount of money that could change their life forever. But as you know, humans are greedy. The older one plotted and killed the younger one. Just to get the fucked up money!" Vincent yelled.

Our bodyguards remain vigilant, serving as a constant reminder of the tension and potential for violence in the air. Arriving at the table, I remain composed, knowing better than to extend a handshake to Bobby and Paul Vincenzio, given our history. The Antonovich Brothers and the Chicago Outfit have been bitter enemies, with the Antonovich brothers kidnapping Bobby’s wife and putting a hit on him. However, Bobby broke Omerta and orchestrated a raid on Velvet Handcuffs, resulting in the arrest of the Antonovich Brothers and the dismantling of their illegal operations in Chicago.

He looked like he didn't want to fight anyone or try to defend himself which made me think something was amiss. Dante was a mafia Lord, a man who kills and destroys with his heart as cold and ice. A man who doesn't leave any traces of his crime so how could he falter in this and what murder were the cops talking about? "What murder are you talking about?" I asked, raising my eyebrow in confusion "The murder of Megan Lesgaldo, it happened twenty eight years ago but the case was closed because there wasn't any concrete evidence but now it has been reopened so let us do our job" the cop insisted, trying to take Dante away

His gun fell out of his hand and clattered against the concrete that had been soaked by the rain. Letting out a groan, Nicholas managed flinged his assailant over his shoulder, giving him the upper hand . The man groaned as he struck the ground hard. The second assailant made a lunge but he dodged the attack. Nicholas sent the attacker a vicious elbow to the jaw. He faltered. Nicholas only needed that. Without thinking, he turned and took off. The attackers were still on the ground and still getting up to chase after him, but Nicholas was more familiar with this place than they were. He threw himself over a metal fence, landed hard, and continued on. Behind him, there was gunfire. The sound

Jake tagged along like a shadow, giving a small smile to the agents that walked past. "Agent Brown, Agent Spencer." Supervisory Special Agent Harroway dropped a large file on the table that took half the room. "We have a murder case on our hands." "So much for drinking," Jake murmured, bringing a smile to Charlie's lips. "The crime took place at eight p.m two days ago and it's got Cosa Nostra all over it." "Oh, not again," Charlie groaned. Organized crimes never seemed to decrease. Instead, they grew larger in number each day. Despite the risks, they still went on committing crimes while involving in such diabolical crimes giving the squad a non-stop headache.

a man among them commented and they all laughed more. As far as Anthony was aware, they were the gangsters of Manhattan who lived alongside the Hudson river. They were famous for all the crimes and illegal dealing. They were the people who used to rape, gamble, steal and involve in all kinds of prohibited crimes including target Killing and kidnapping. Police didn't had authority over them because it was said that they were controlled under some Italian Mafia. "Yes" he whispered to himself and closed his eyes.

I nodded, getting straight to the point, "Black Hand Extortion is something Don Nikolai Costello doesn't want in his territory. You work for La Cosa Nostra not the fucking Camorra." Joey gave me a nasty look, "Go tell Don Nikolai Costello to go fuck himself," he retorted and laughed with his men. This was the problem with these little fucking gangsters, they thought they were the Kings when a few men started to follow them. They thought they could form their own organized crime family. I walked to him until I was close enough to rip his throat apart. I withdrew my knife from my pocket and the second Joey's eyes fell on it, he pulled out his own knife.