Gangster Vegeta Novels & Stories

Vittoria arrived shortly after, her motorcycle rumbling to a stop beside me. She handed me a helmet, her face set in a grim expression. “Are you sure about this? You’re going to meet the shock of your life when we get there.” “What exactly am I going to see?” I shot back, strapping on the helmet. “A man with two horns growing out of his head? Or snakes wrapped around his neck like some kind of monster?” I didn’t understand why she was acting like the man I was about to meet wasn’t even human. I got it, Vito Castellano was ruthless, a total devil, the worst of his kind. But he was still just a man.

Steve stared in horror, he couldn't move any part of his body, it struck him so hard leaving him transfixed, As much as his head could calculate, the man In front of him is no other person than his father, the same man his mother had shown him to be his father, Steve fluttered his eyes and scrutinized the man ad he walked closer to them, he was smoking and grunting, his body had tattoos with muscles sprouting out, he was a real definition of a gangster,

Despite her petite and charming appearance, Serena was trained in Taekwondo. The man was shocked that such a small woman could throw him over her shoulder, leaving him on the ground, crying out in pain. Serena placed her foot on his face, "Now, who's making who wish they were dead, huh?" "I was wrong, I was wrong! I didn't recognize who I was dealing with. Please, have mercy on me..." "Ugh... Men like you aren't worth sparing. If it weren't illegal, I'd finish you off right now..."

I say in our mind link. I smell…ROGUES!!!! He shouts through the entire pack link. The smell of decay and death hits my nose, which is way more sensitive now and Moon Goddess above these people stink. Dakota sends up a howl, warning the pack of rogues being in the area. The smell continues to get worse when a white tiger comes out of the bushes. I move closer to Dakota as he growls at the werecat rogue. The tiger shifts into a leanly muscled man with olive skin, shoulder-length brown hair, and honestly beautiful blue eyes.

The doors slid open with a racket as hundreds of gangsters with machetes poured out. They surrounded us and glared at the scarred man and his crew. "What's this? Did Mr. Amos hire another gang to do his bidding too?" the scarred man muttered. A man in his 30s stepped out of one of the vans and bellowed, "I'm Jackie Cruz of the Dragoons! Which one of you motherfuckers tried to lay hands on Mr. Grimwald?!" He kicked the scarred man, sending him sprawling to the ground.

Liam stared coldly at the man, sending chills down his spine as he snarled, "I cannot stand people who break the rules, especially not men like you who dare even to lay a finger on my daughter. Apologize to my daughter right now." "Ahh! My hand! My hand! Boss! Look what he did to me! You have to get back at him for this! Ah! You're going to pay for this, you twat!" the gangster whimpered, his entire face twisted in agony, he was in so much pain that his skin flushed red.

"N-n-no! This wasn't supposed to happen!" The manager wiped off a cold sweat in an instant. Jada had explained that Severin was pretty good at fighting, and if their restaurant's thugs were not up to the task, he could always call One-Eye to help them. After all, One-Eye was the strongest of them all, and their restaurant had always gotten along well with him. His subordinates were all very skilled fighters, and he was able to hold out his own too. In fact, he was so good that he could face several dozen ordinary thugs without ever being at a disadvantage during a battle.

Pleased with being able to string them along, he explained, “He is the chairman of Violet Vision Media Corp and the employer of Waltz City’s underworld king, Mr. Hyde. He is also the greatest fighter in the world! It’s no exaggeration to call a man like that a living legend. Don’t you ever dare to badmouth him behind his back from now on, or no one can save you from him!” Upon hearing Gordon’s description, they all inhaled sharply and felt shivers down their spine. They were gangsters, so they did not understand the concept of Zayn’s identity as Violet Vision Media Corp, but it was a different scenario with Mr. Hyde!

Gordan gasped, his voice strained as he fought to stay on his feet. "It doesn't need to replace it, Sensei," Kitana’s voice whispered from the doorway. She had returned to the dojo, her porcelain mask removed, revealing a face etched with a cold, triumphant malice. "It only needs to silence it." She stepped forward, her movements fluid and effortless while Gordan struggled to even breathe. She executed a single, precise strike to the base of his neck—the "Severed Thread’s" final disconnection. Gordan Chen, the MMA legend and the heart of the "Old Guard," collapsed to the training mats.

“Aren’t you?” He let out a short, humorless laugh. “No, Adriana. I’m scared.” That stopped me cold. Scared? He turned around slowly, and what I saw there didn’t match the name he’d built on the streets. Not the ruthless leader of Deal Dynasty. Not the dangerous, unreadable man people feared. Just Hunter. A man with trembling hands and vulnerable eyes. “I’ve lost so many people,” he said, voice raw. “I’ve buried brothers. I’ve watched my mother cry herself to sleep for years. And now, you’re telling me that… that a part of me is growing inside of you? That I might be a father?”