Gangster Vegeta Novels & Stories

“Well why don’t you go after her then?” “Excuse me?” “Like I said go after her”. “Why would I go after her?” he asked. The very idea was sickening. Not that she wasn’t attractive or anything. He just found the whole idea disgusting. A gang leader, a murderer, drug dealer and just plain mean who was violent. That violence she exacted on Geiru. “You will do what I tell you. Unless you want to me to talk to Megumi. You know she will listen to me” he smirked. “And I’m pretty sure that you want your face to remain the same way it is, and also alive”.

"Ignore them. Go get ready." Black Garuda looked as though he had just been pardoned from death row. "Yes, Boss!" He immediately disappeared backstage. *** Inside a VIP room on the second floor. A large bald man covered in scars watched everything unfold. His eyes were as cold as a snake's. Bima Sangar. Calista's greatest rival in tonight's battle for territory. Behind him stood two fighters with dangerous auras. "That Darmawan girl managed to find someone like him?" He sneered before turning to one of his subordinates. "Go tell them to surrender now."

I said stupidly and he laugh. "What funny?"I asks but he just keep laughing.It really hard to see a mafia laughing and I'm seeing him do this making him look more cute. Vendetta concentrate!!! My subconscious yelled at me. "It for your own good"I defended and he stop laughing and he gave me a weird look through the rear view. "Do you even know who I am and what am capable of doing? You should be thankful you are a female I won't mind wasting you just now"he threatened. "Do you really think I'm someone you can get and get rid"I sounded confident for the first time.

I just needed to keep the conversation going for as long as possible. "Oh sorry. Where are my manners?" He apologized, "My name is Dante Gonzalez, the founder of the Serpent Mafia" he said pulling his sleeve up and showing his dragon with a crown tattoo. My eyes quickly widened as I recognized the tattoo. We had been warned about this gang lots of times in our police training. I never even thought they were real. "You looked surprised" he said with a smile on his face, "Don't worry, I don't bite. Ain't that right, Miyuki?" he asked his cat.

Another one of the gangster came forward, his body filled with tattoos like that of a leopard. “Didn't he tell you?” I cocked my eyebrows, taking slow steps towards them. “That motherfucker stole from me, so it is only wise for me to come for what’s mine.”

"Therefore, the third reason is that we two masters are secretly attacking. Do we need to be afraid of a guy who is seriously injured so that he has to hide his head and show his tail and get together with an ant?" "Yes." "Ah?" The man looked at the female cultivator with burning eyes. At this moment, he felt as if there was a light of justice behind his head. However, he didn't expect that after saying so much, the female cultivator's answer was not only simple, but also the only one word, "Yes." "Why?" the male cultivator asked in confusion. "You're too arrogant." The female cultivator said rudely, "This person killed Yates Gandi." "I know, you don't need to remind me. Yates Gandi is dead

Helping Mr. Gang Leader . Chapter 32: restraining order? . “How did they take it? Me being here.” Dante lifted himself to sit on the countertop, but jumped down the second Gianna swatted at him with an angry expression on her face. “So, you’re one of those cooks,” Dante said merrily. Gianna told him, “Yes, I’m that rare breed of cook who doesn’t want another person’s butt where I’m going to put the ingredients that I’ll cook with, seriously who does that?. Will the wonders never cease?”.

said Bailey. Jack said nothing, taking a step to the side. Sanko's enormous figure strode forward, staring Wilbur down. "Come with me." "Why should I? Who the hell do you think you are?" Wilbur said coldly. Jack sneered. "This is Sanko, one of the Mighty Tiger Gang's elite fighters. He's a cultivator. Do you think you'll be able to hold up against a cultivator?" "A cultivator, huh?" Wilbur smiled.

He stared at the way Xavier held his hands—the specific, bladed stance of his fingers. ​"That... that movement," the thug leader stammered in fear, wheezing as blood bubbling at the corner of his mouth. "The 'Coiling Serpent' strike... Only one family taught that. But….They're all dead!" ​Xavier stepped onto the man’s chest, leaning down until their faces were inches apart. "Then you’re looking at an undead man." ​The thug’s voice turned into a terrified whimper. “ If the Don finds out ......"

Five years in a vegetative state had left my muscles atrophied, my reactions dull. The dagger sliced my arm. The crowd surged, and Miller yelled, trying to push them back. But even the FBI could barely contain the furious mob. "Devil! My son was only twenty-five! He was loyal, and you had him burned alive..." "My son didn't have any psychological problems. He guarded you for two years, then suddenly he jumped off a building." "You've dragged the Corleone family's honor through the mud! You belong in hell!"