Gangsters Gone Gay Novels & Stories

Before Angela could say a thing, Hogan yelled, “Don’t you f*cking leave! “What? You think you call the shots now? Open your damn eyes and see who these three gentlemen are—they’re known among the gangs!” Javier was honestly left speechless by Hogan’s pomposity. He was so inexperienced that he had called the thugs gentlemen. What a coward! If thugs were gentlemen, the people involved in the mafia would have to be lords, would they not? Javier had yet to respond when Angela spoke up. “Hogan Davey, what do you want? This is a lawful society, and there are policemen patrolling the streets. If they see you—”

Simon inquired, removing his gaze from the binoculars and staring at Nick who was busy focusing his gaze in his own. “Ryan Gonzalez is a mafia gangster, they deal in drugs secretly, but you’d never know. You cannot arrest them, since you would never find evidence; they also have people within the government who backs them up. If the police is posing a threat, they’ll fight back,” Nick explained.

That's when I placed my right hand on Alex’s back, then slowly slid down to his belt, lifting his shirt, then gripped his gun, leaving there until I deemed it necessary to pull the trigger. “Well, this has been fun, but we have business elsewhere,” Gianni said, gesturing for his goons to grab me while the other goon pointed his pistol at Alek’s head. Like a super gangster, I pulled out the pistol from Alek’s waistband. BANG… BANG… BANG…

Saved And Hated By The Gang Lord See Writer's P O V Enzo returned to his Mansion in Florence, Italy. Madam Greta greeted him at the door. Enzo walked past her but went back to her. "Greta, pack up your things. Go rest somewhere with the money you've made, will you?" Enzo said, making Madam Greta's eyes widen. She knows he won't forget to punish her no matter how long it takes. She was hoping he would forget about her punishment. Madam Greta dropped down on her knees even when she knew it was useless.

Honestly? I thought I was royally doomed. The scarred man laughed. "I love getting paid to bash someone's head!" he exclaimed cheerily. "Don't blame me, broski. Blame yourself for pissing off the wrong person. I'll at least make sure you stay alive after all of this!" His henchmen swarmed toward us. Things were getting hairy. Suddenly, the cavalry arrived from the city. A fleet of vans skidded to a halt beside us. The doors slid open with a racket as hundreds of gangsters with machetes poured out.

He swiftly unbuttoned the top of his shirt, removed his bow tie, and looked down at the table, no longer the overconfident man he had been moments before. Andrew didn’t wait. “Understand?” Carter nodded, a slight tremor in his voice. “I understand.” “Good,” I muttered, my patience thinning. “Now let’s talk business.” Andrew slammed the document from Fang onto the table, his eyes never leaving Carter as he leaned back in his chair. "There are a lot of small gangs in this country," he began voice steady but laced with authority. "Most petty thieves, thugs, and drug sellers. But four gangs control this city and beyond. You already know the Godfather is the mafia king here."

She felt like all eyes were on her. A new place like this interested Mina that she did not notice she already got busy looking around. The narrow street was full of old shops. There were a lot of shabby small business establishments and apartment buildings. Liang St. was actually a neighborhood of small gangs, men's bars and illegal shops. Most young guys were gathered in every corner of the narrow street, as if they were having some sort of meeting or they were just spending their time leisurely. "Oliver Sung?"

" JC! You're so annoying! Have you've been there for a long time?" I asked him. He didn't know that we are gangsters or mafias. And also, he didn't know that we are the Triple A. When Al Capone died in 1947, the Triple A gang is starting to rise and become the most dangerous mafia of all time. No one knows about us. Because if they found out that we are the Triple A, they will kill us. Yes, somehow, we break the laws but that is for our own good. We really are government allies, but they treat us like we are villains. That's why there's no other choice rather than to hide. We are really not bad guys, we just killed the other bad guys, is that count as bad? You choose!

So, he decided to follow Larry to a restaurant nearby. Larry ordered a variety of dishes as well as a nice bottle of wine. Him and Jackson enjoyed their feast as they chatted away. According to Larry, some of the gangsters that Jackson used to know had gone overseas, some had retired in wealth, while some were in prison. In short, not many of them were around anymore. After the discussion, Jackson realized that he could no longer rekindle his old profession. The gangsters around were all new now, and they definitely would not accept him as their leader. He started to become anxious.

Gage did the same and even twisted the knife while laughing hysterically. The Genovese men are always blood-hungry when it's time for war. "You'll live to regret..." His speech was interrupted by a long flow of urine from Gage. Maxine burst into laughter and joined in. "How dare you!" Santaro yelled. "You’ll never get away with this. I’ll have you all fucking killed. Do you even know what you’ve just started? You've started a war." "Music to my fuckin soul," Gage yelled happily.