Gangsters Gone Gay Novels & Stories

I've decided to take away what's most important to him so that he can't hurt any more girls. Then, he turned around and strode out of the lobby to make a call. Sean stared, gaping, at the man who was on the phone outside the hospital, his entire body frozen in shock. A split second later, he turned to stare at Bonnie. "Your… Your friend? What does he do for a living?" "He's a gangster," Gwen answered before Bonnie could even open her mouth. "He's my boyfriend and the head honcho of all the gangs in Merchant City.

I didn't want to ruin that with sexual stuff. I bet he was into bad stuff. Like loan sharks-- heck, he could even be a mafia boss who liked blood and couldn’t get enough of killing. But for once, let the consequences be damned, alright? Maybe I was judging by his looks- "… hey, you heard what happened to Ice-T last night?" "Maaan! Dude thought he could play both sides. Big Mac don't fuck around. Gave his ass two shots and he dropped." Their laughter shook me and I held onto my bag tight. These boys were from the local gangsters around the neighbourhood and they were trouble. It was too late to turn back now, I was headed in their direction.

Unlike Brooklyn, New York, which is known as the territory or hometowns for Dons, Mafias, and Capos, Dirty Business Tycoons, Drug Lords and even sex traders, London, England, was a whole new world entirely. After staring at the magnificence and loveliness of the palace for quite some time, I had to board a taxi to my place of destination in search of a man whom I had always looked forward to meeting all my life and for the past seventeen years he had absolutely no hope of my existence. The man called Gregory Obika. Never again would I have to stare at the FBI or the annoying NYPD. Some gangsters in the hood dreamt they could put an end to this cops, but such dreams dare not come true or Arli

All I’ve gоttа dо is gеt thеm at the rіght tіmе and рlасе. Thеѕе аrе thе guуѕ whо do hіѕ dirty work. Thе Italians wоn’t have a раrt in this, but every other unit in tоwn іѕ connected tо оnе of thеѕе men. I knоw I’ll find thеm іn the parlors оr at thе gуm. Thеrе’ѕ a rеаѕоn fоr сlісhé аnd thеѕе guys аrе іt. Whіtе or black, thеу’rе all оvеr thе Brооklуn gangsta lооk.

Destros said. Bargaining with him would let him know that Nightingale meant more to me than a one night stand. If I agreed to this, he wouldn’t hand her over, he would make more ridiculous demands till he was satisfied. I know how gangsters worked. I was part of the mafia now, but once upon a time, I had been a mere gangster too. Besides, the mafia was really just an upgraded style of gangster life.

These gangsters were full of rage earlier, but after Porter finished talking, they huddled together and shivered violently in fear. Charlie sneered in amusement as he looked at their frightened expressions. These gangsters were always so nasty and arrogant. Today was finally the day where they were scared out of their wits. The best way to deal with these evil forces in the United States was to double-cross them. You had to fight knives with guns and be more fearsome than they were. Moreover, morality did not exist in the people in this line of work. Morality was a more stringent code of conduct than the law. All illegal things violated morality, but not all things that violated morality wer

"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?

"Say hello to my business associate, Caterina. You'll love the man." The handle of the door turned, and the door creaked a bit as it opened. Business associate? Who the fuck was doing business with this fucking psycho? That was... that was absurd. But I couldn't be surprised. This was the whole mafia world, I guess. This was the kind of thing they did. I braced myself up, even with my heart pounding at about one hundred and fifty beats per minute, ready for whoever it was... until I saw the figure standing just beyond Alessandro’s shoulder.

"Kai, don't try me. Be honest with me. His smile dimmed, but not by much. "You believe you're prepared for the truth?" Alright. That briefcase wasn't built by the Mafia. Not below earth. Not a ploy by a street vendor. He spoke more softly. "It was more pristine. Too tidy. My skin pricked. "What do you mean?" Kai's delight flared in his eyes. To put it mildly, the individuals who created it are not the type who can be bought off with a bag of cash. Greater than the Mafia. Bigger than syndicates. You don’t want to poke that nest, darling.”

Jensen aka Romeo starts. “Don’t pretend you know how I’m feeling Jen. Aren’t you angry since you and JT no longer get to fuck around with her?” You are one of her fuck buddies. I’m just her friend and stepbrother,” Storm complains angrily. “You’re just sore she chose C.H.A.O.S. over us,” Johnathan Thomas aka Capone scoffs at his friend with his arms crossed over his broad. The man looks like the epitome of a ganger from the era of Al Capone. He is even wearing a three-piece pinstripe suit with a matching fedora. Somebody enjoys watching the classic mafia/gangster movies a little too much.