Gangster Vegeta Novels & Stories

The leader instantly turned around, only to meet Harvey York’s ice-cold expression. “Who the f*ck are you?” He roared. “You dared to stop me? Do you want to die?” Crack! Harvey effortlessly exerted some pressure in his grip, and the gangster’s arm was broken immediately. He followed through with a hard kick that sent the gangster flying a few yards away. The gangster collapsed to the ground. He struggled to get up, but to no avail. He could only yell out in pain.

The little fellow also shouted, "Do it, get the money." "Little girl, you are really naughty. It seems that I must teach you a lesson..." Before the gangster leader could finish his words, his men suddenly rushed toward him. The outlandish man took the lead and kicked him to the ground. Then they punched and kicked him as if he was a sandbag. "You're crazy. I'm your boss. How dare you hit me? You're dead meat..." The leader of the gangsters was shouting, but he was kicked hard in the mouth and several of his teeth fell out. He didn't dare to shout anymore. He held his head with both hands and obediently lay on the ground to take a beating.

The gauntlets pulsed with energy, amplifying his strikes and creating a barrier against any physical attack. Vipula, agile and fierce, wielded a pair of daggers imbued with a magnetic field that allowed them to return to her hands after each throw. She moved like a shadow, her daggers slicing through the air with deadly accuracy. Each throw was a precise dance, her movements fluid and lethal. Despite her grief over Adwith's death, her determination to avenge him fueled her resolve, turning her sorrow into a driving force that made her unstoppable. The masked man watched the scene unfold on his monitors, his expression a mix of frustration and begrudging admiration. He had underestimated Rudr

All his gangsters were on their knees. She shivered, sensing pure darkness. Vincenzo’s eyes were blood-red as he paced the ring shirtless. “When I speak, you get on your knees and bow. You all are too small for me. I’m like a god. You show reverence to me. I’m your master. I own this place. I own your lives. I hold them in my palms. I’m the symbol of brutality. A demon!” he roared madly. Aurora shivered, watching the gangsters cry in fear. Even Nikita, who had been running her mouth, was now shaking on her knees.

Character Introduction(Inside this Chapter):- Damon Williams:- He is the leader of Williams group and gang, one of the biggest gang inside Europe. He own one of the biggest fashion company, his mother marry to her Bodyguard Michelle. And Michelle change his surname as William. But when he is eight year old his mother die, by accident? His father marry to his friend. His step mother never like him, after plotting many thing against him she kick him out from his own house. But Damon didn't stop, he know everything is belong to his mother. He made a gang by himself and take over his father business and gang. He got few friends, but he still unhappy and he need someone whom he can trust.

Then, her leg immediately shot out in a powerful kick, the heel of her stiletto immediately coming into contact with one of the gangsters' crotches. "Ow, fuck!" The gangster that just got kicked in the groin immediately crouched over on the ground in excruciating pain. Then, Damian grabbed Wendy and spun her around, neatly avoiding a baseball bat coming her way. He hit her arm with another bout of power, and Wendy's arm shot out at once, punching another gangster right in the Adam's apple. That gangster immediately dropped to the floor, spat out a mouthful of froth, and slumped into a deep faint.

“They are mere thugs. They molest the public and extort others. We may be wild, but nobody ever achieved success in the underground mafia society being a saint.” As soon as he finishes those words, the gangster attacks me. He has a tattoo on his forehead and neck, “baby Yahoo” clearly written in italic with worn-out ink. He is chubby and clumsy in his attacks, but his moves are lethal and deadly. He throws punches as if he wants to overwhelm me with rush and adrenaline. The man they put in front of me is built like a wall. Bare chest, scars running across his skin, eyes filled with nothing but hunger for violence.

"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?