Gangsters Gone Gay Novels & Stories

"Yeah, the name sounds familiar. If I had to guess, he's probably the head of a big gangster in Brooklyn." Bella closed her mouth. Her guess was the same. His appearance was not far from the gangsters in movies. Neat, arrogant, and cold. "What if you're being targeted to be kidnapped and sold into the human trafficking market?" Darrell teased. "Hey, why are you scaring me?" Bella pouted. Darrell burst out laughing. "I'm just kidding. Or maybe he's fallen in love with you. Ah, so romantic. An innocent girl chased by a ruthless and cold mafia boss." Bella sneered. Until now, she couldn't conclude Marco Vilante's intentions.

Abaddon's cold and calculated aura permeated the air around him, and Axel's cynical jests added an eerie layer to the atmosphere. They were heading to meet Dexter Manson, one of Abaddon's most trusted Capos, to discuss a serious matter that threatened to disrupt the delicate balance of power in the underworld. A rival mafioso, Giovanni Bianchi, saw an opportunity to seize control of territories weakened by the recent death of David Garcia, another Capo under Abaddon's command. Giovanni was ruthless and ambitious, and he sensed a weakness in Abaddon's organization.

I needed to play the part. “He took me and he kept me in this dark room for so long.” I said in my emotional tear-filled state. “I wasn’t sure if I was every going to see you or our son again.” “I’ll leave the two of you alone.” The doctor said as he walked out of the room. The man, Alfonso Gambino, I recalled him from the pictures, stood up and hugged me, holding me carefully, comforting me. He was so gentle that for a minute there I wondered if he was even a dangerous gangster like what I was made to believe.

Colton and I were the two most notorious good-for-nothings in the Sicilian mafia. My oldest brother, Dominic, was the Don of the Turner Family. My other brother, Luca, laundered money for the entire operation. That made me the Family princess who did nothing but max out my brothers' credit cards. Colton had been frail since birth. His hands shook whenever he held a gun. But his oldest sister, Serena, ran several arms routes in the south, and his other sister, Natalia, commanded one of the world's top assassin teams. One day at the racetrack, the four of them got to talking. "Since none of us can stop worrying about the little ones, why not put them together? Easier to keep an eye on both." J

Ghost (laughing): “Knew her? Dollface ran poker night in the basement of the Ohio Club every Thursday in ’27. Mae Capone introduced us. Name’s Frankie Yale. Formerly breathing, currently permanent resident.” Another ghost (this one shorter, scar across his cheek) steps forward. Frankie: “We’ve been keeping an eye on the tunnels since Prohibition. Old agreements. Morau blood walks these thermal veins, we don’t let nobody mess with it.” Seras’s flames flicker nervously. Seras: “So… ghost gangsters are real?” Frankie (winking): “Only the classy ones.”

"Send your account details to the folks. They send in the money and finish with the motherfucker, you kill their fucking asses." "I got you, OG." "Those psychos don't need to exist in this fucking world is with us." "Their asses be gone after everything, OG. You've got nothing to worry." "Good. The money for you and them boys for a work well done." "Damn, OG. You too kind." "Later, man." I hung up. Fucking harvesters ma ass. One of the boys opened the back door for me and entered. We drove off. *************

When my twin sister, Claire, found out, she left a note and disappeared, heartbroken. After that, I was cast as the cold-hearted villain who drove her own sister away. Grant personally forced the contraceptive potion down my throat and exiled me to the lawless territories beyond our family's control. To make me atone, he abandoned me to fend for myself in that desolate land. I was eventually killed in the crossfire of a mob war. As I lay dying, my mind was flooded with memories of Grant. The troublemaker he always called me was finally gone. He must have been relieved.

I had worked hard like a dog, clawing my way up through blood and loyalty until the name Vicente Russo started to echo again in the underworld, not as the son of a dead man, but as the man himself. My reflection stared back at me through the window, the city’s golden lights scattering across the glass. My face looked sharper now, the once chubby cheeks where long gone, the ones bright grey eyes were now colder. “Three years,” I muttered again ina low voice. “And now we start.”

"But, we'll need Mrs Martin " "Don't worry about Blessing,I'll handle her." He fixed his jacket and stormed out… Michelle heaved and threw her head back on her chair. She liked working for the two Gangsters even in her next life she'd do anything for them. That's why she'd try anything to find the antidote for her boss. People said Gangsters are cruel and ruthless, but these two are far from that unless it's needed. ~~~

They were Brandon Guy’s men. The mafia of Donghai City was divided into two. Brandon and Abby Guy owned the east of the city. Dax Sanders owned the west. Although they did not have any external conflict, they were secretly trying to eliminate each other. Two weeks ago, Dax Sanders had opened an entertainment center in Donghai City. It managed to attract a bunch of young people. Brandon sent his men to wreck the place out of pure envy. However, Dax summoned hundreds of his own men to beat up Brandon’s. They were promptly sent to the hospital. He failed to cause trouble, leaving his men injured.