Gangster Terkuat Di Dunia Novels & Stories

He knows that this oncoming woman is this devil child's mother as he grab any opportunity he can hold unto, where he is best at. How could he survive into the underworld as an important figure in a pretty huge gang without a bit of ability? Of course he have his own merits as an elite member of a gang aside from his raw strength. That is, he knows when to go forward and when to retreat. Like a snake. Slithery and hard to catch. These are the people who government want to catch the most. Those who know how to bid their time. Patient criminals. Opportunists. He grabbed the descending woman and point a gun at her head.

I stood up, approached her, and held her hands. "Please, Roden doesn't show that kind of face to me." Maybe I'll believe you and that's bad. "I'm a gangster Zak, I know a lot. I have a lot of ways." "Shut up. Being a gangster, you have to stand on the top. Then you have to dedicate yourself completely to the system. What the group is doing, you must do as well. All you know is to forcibly get the property of others, intimidate and hurt them. Do you think you can use that on everyone? "

"But they're still part of the Wolf Gang. Aren't you obsessed with getting news about the Wolf Gang?" Angie laughed. "Yes, but if possible, I want to get information about the boss." Maxime squinted. "You're obviously crazy." "Hey, but seriously, the Wolf Gang is very famous, but no one knows who their ultimate boss really is. Rai once told me that the only members of the Wolf Gang who have ever been caught are the Made Men. The rest are just associates, mostly corrupt politicians or evil businessmen who use the Wolf Gang's influence for protection."

"My name is Vincenzo Luciano," Luciano??!! T..that Luciano??!! He was actually the world's…. Wade felt goosebumps crawling up his skin. Vincenzo Luciano, the world's most powerful and wanted criminal, the enigmatic Mafia King, the one who has many gangs working under him, the one whom the FBI and Interpol don't dare to touch, that Vincenzo Luciano? Double shit! Wade only knew one thing at this moment. He was screwed!

Satisfied with whatever he saw on my face, he started looking at his shoes. A minute later he lifted up his hand and grabbed the back of my head. He pulled me closer to him so that my body was flush against his chest, "Honey," Max growled, his voice coming down to a low pitch, "Varys Flint is the man who drives most of the underworld on the tips of his finger in most of the cities. The biggest rival of Italian gangster clan." My face turned white as chalk as his words entered my mind and I immediately recognised the name.

“Mr. Elroy, why are there so many deadbeats in this world?” Elroy’s subordinates walked over with their eyes narrowed and their hands fiddling with their clubs. They assumed the mannerism of men with high morality and heroic spirit. These gangsters enjoyed bullying the weak and feared the powerful. They had never suffered any major blowback so they had always assumed that everyone who was not a big shot would fear them. They had strength in numbers and the power to destroy everything.

Instead, he replied curtly, "I understand why you had the guts to follow us all the way here now. It seems that you have some pretty interesting tricks up your sleeve! "Very impressive, young man, but that does not excuse your cockiness. You will pay the price of your foolish arrogance!" White-hot fury blazed in the man's eyes as he said this, and he moved into a combat position as though he were about to strike at any moment. "The most important rule of the gangster world is that we shall never divulge the true identity of those we serve!" This only infuriated Liam even more. His voice seemed to reverberate around the empty lot like a ghostly echo. "Very well then! I already warned you, but

"You know, I'm a kind person, but that's just for people who are kind too. And I think that you're not a good one, right? Because you're a gangster! LIKE THE GANGSTER WHO TOOK THE LIFE OF MY FATHER! AND I WILL NEVER EVER FORGIVE YOU ALL. I HATE GANGSTERS!" She... She hates gangsters…What should I do?

He felt more than ready to rule the continent and add to the chaos and mayhem his dad caused over the last thirty years. He called his stepbrother again, wondering where the hell he was. Gustavo Rivero, the capo, and the most feared man among the powerful crime organizations in North America and Italy. Gus inherited all his dad’s good looks and the intimidating aura, while Lucifer only got the intelligence. He hated Gus to the core, especially when his dad ignored him and called Gus his son a lot more often; a son born to one of his whores.

She shouted, and Axe scoffed. "Speak!" Vincenzo snapped. "Gutan Crest, dark in complexion, 76 years old, with 300 mafia empires under him. His favorite word... 'I rule the world'. One-eyed with a black patch on his right eye, filthy rich, and powerful..." "Wow, so thrilling. I think Godfather, want our clan wiped off, that's why he wants us to attack Gutan Crest. How sure is Godfather that he had to conclude that Gutan Crest is the mastermind of his gangsters' deaths?" Vera muttered.