Gangster Vegeta Novels & Stories

He grinned at her in a way she could only describe as predatory. "Who are you?" Liv tried to stand, but was still unable to make it to her feet. Her head swam from the blow to her head. "Come now, beauty. Let me help you." The strange man lifted her by the armpits and walked her to a fur covered chair near a table. "I am Killian O'Mara of the Blackfoot Pack," he said with the slightest Irish lilt to his voice. He gave her a courtly little bow before sitting in the chair across the table from her.

This prompted Vicente to kill his own father and take over the role of Alpha. I suspect he’s attempting to bridge a gap between our packs and make peace where his father failed to. But we’ll see - the Bratva and Cartels are not on good terms and have a bloody history together. Stepping out of my SUV, I see Viktor and Alexei already waiting for me in front of Fang. Alexei looks antsy as he stands against the wall with a cigarette dangling from his lips while Viktor seems calm.

(Gangster) They don’t even cared about the angry Amazon before them, instead they are more afraid of the police that speeding down towards them. But, before they even get the chance to take a step to run, one by one the gangsters were knocked unconscious, and the rest can only resign to their fate and surrendered, because out of now where, there’s a dozen of Buffed muscullar beavers, wearing a black suits and black glasses, apprehended them, among the beavers, there’s Sasu.

He certainly was Dante's older version, but where Dante hid his viciousness under a carefully crafted mask, his father proudly exposed it in every sharp line of his face. Vito kept his eyes on his nephew, his lips twitching into something between a snarl and a smirk. Then he rolled back his shoulders and shifted his gaze to me. A cold flare appeared in his eyes, and his thin lips stretched into a grin. “I don't believe we've met. I'm Vito Cartelli.”

His Mayra, his beautiful, lovely, and amazing Mayra could have taken the bullet from that scumbag. Ved’s anger took over and he walked towards the man who was pointing his gun at Mayra. He held his neck by his right hand and threw him away like he was just a box of feathers. The man fell on the wooden table and it broke into pieces which flew everywhere. Ved started beating the hell out of him. Karate, Martial arts, and boxing, he used all he learned since childhood to show the little piece of shit his place! How dare he touched his Mayra!

But as he reached to yank a glass from the counter, Vito's voice had him halting, "Have Patience; this isn't the punch line. Tell him about Adler Domenico." Victor frowned, turning to the sight of Vito, whose countenance showed repressed rage. The calm tone was a dress-up; Vito was about to plant a bullet in his skull. "Adler Domenico, alias the Reaper, can be likened to Vito Vaviotti, embodying his influence and authority, but as a drug lord." Victor's patience wore thin, "Cut to the chase; I've got places to be, not time to listen to your boasting."

He carried himself like an unhinged, bloodthirsty animal driven by nothing but chaos and bloodlust but the few times I interacted with him one on one, it was obvious that he was smarter than he let people see. Among her other admirers were Jason Drakatos; godfather of the greek mafia, Enzo Gonzalez; capo dei Capi of the Columbian cartel, and Chrisos Dos Santos, important head of the diamond smuggling syndicate, just to mention a few, each powerful in their own way.

I replied, not knowing why I was answering his questions so willingly. "Van ders bastardo! Stronzo ." He cussed, and I rubbed my forehead. (bastard! Asshole!) "That's not English. what does that mean?" I glared at him and he chuckled before walking to the chair and taking a seat on it. He looked like a devil. A King, breathtaking gorgeous King and he was. Now I was really sure Bennett was not just an ordinary business man. He was something more. A gangster. A fucking Gangster leader.

She immediately wrapped her arms around Maxime's and hugged him tightly. "Damn it, let go of your hands." Angie didn't care. She knew that what she was doing was dangerous. The man standing next to her was no ordinary man. He was a mysterious gangster who apparently could kill her whenever he wanted. Angie didn't know where her fear was going. "Why are you so reluctant to touch me? You must want my body, too." Angie's words were so direct. The hostess who served them was surprised how easily Angie could say such a sentence.

Marco hesitated for a brief moment. "Boss, there's talk in the streets. Carla's aligning with smaller gangs. She's building an army." Vito's eyes turned dark, and a dangerous smirk pulled at his lips. "An army? Let her. The bigger her play, the harder she'll fall when I crush her." One of the other men, a younger enforcer named Luca, shifted uncomfortably. "But, Boss, what if she's using this unrest to distract us? What if the riots are a smokescreen for something bigger? Vito's sharp gaze shifted to Luca, the weight of his stare making the young man flinch.