Gangsters Gone Gay Novels & Stories

"I already eaten, thank you, Ms. Scott." "Then eat again," It's not like he doesn't want to eat, that offer really made him excited. But he doesn't want to sit in front of her where her body is exposed. He felt hot for reason. One year ago, after the escaped. Raven hid as much as possible. Gangsters are searching for him due to letting Everleigh go.

The birds sang a morning lullaby, and the cool wind caressed my hair, making me shiver. “I just didn’t want to scare you, pipsqueak,” he said. “Nonno and Vicente are so much alike. All that matters to them is the business, the money. The innocent don’t matter to them.” “What do you mean?” “Well, when dad took over, he shut down the drugs and human trafficking in the mafia and invested in legal businesses instead. As of now, our gun smuggling business is also being tuned down. We’re only keeping it, so we don’t make enemies of our trade partners if we cut off the gun supplies in the market.”

She stared at him in anger while stepping out. "How has my plan failed? How did Vicente let Samantha go? How has she come back?" "Darling, you are messing with the wrong person. I can't hurt you because I like you but I can definitely hurt Aaron." He smiled devilishly. After some time. Samantha, Martin, and Peter gathered in one room. "Tell me, what’s the problem between my father and Aaron's father?" She asked Martin "Aaron's father's name is Lucas. He was the godfather of the mafia of Italy before he died. "

I don't know what I expected to find when I got to that party. Something more hidden, I suppose, but not in my stupidest dreams did I expect a giant hotel with a red carpet to be the hangout for the bad guys in the mob. It was not logical. They were in the crosshairs of the police. If something was clear to him, it was that they liked to live on the edge, letting themselves be seen but being untouchable by nothing or anyone. It was part of the adrenaline of work, the one that seemed to like so much to all the men of that world.

But to them, my silence was as good as a confession. "Nothing to say now, huh?" Antonio weighed the bottle in his hand, a cruel smirk spreading across his face. "Pretty soon, we're going to strip you down and see what tattoos you're hiding. The mafia loves their crosses and their saints. I bet you're no different." In less than ten minutes, the roar of motorcycles echoed from beyond the yard. The front door flew open with a kick, and five thugs with dyed hair and tattooed sleeves barged in. "Boss, where's the guy?"

I try to get up from the table, but the mobster stops me. “I need you in this business, love—espabilo—, Erick, I need you to arm some bombs for Gian Lucas's whorehouse; love, you will be my bait, I need you to seduce the new boss in charge of the place. Italian asshole stole my merchandise and I want it back.” He wants to bring down the night club with them inside. Damn son of a bitch! ********

I just turned my back to him coldly, leaving him with a final image of rejection. How did I survive? I counted the patterns on the wall, listened to the ticking of the clock, and in that endless darkness, bit by bit, I killed the Elena who loved him. ... Two weeks later, a continuous, gloomy rain began to fall. On the docks of the Hudson River, the salty wind whipped the cold rain around. The once arrogant Underboss, now wearing a tattered raincoat, was bent over, struggling to move heavy wooden crates. His spine was curved, every step looked excruciatingly difficult. The spirited man of the past was gone.

The lead officer ignored her and opened a document. “Mr. Henry Grant has formally accused Tim Ziegler of illegal possession of property. The evidence is conclusive. Please come with us.” Sarah lost her composure. “Officer, that’s impossible! There was no illegal possession! Henry gave me that money. I transferred it to Tim through proper means!” The officer frowned. “The ‘proper means’ you’re referring to do not hold up under legal review. Mr. Grant himself does not acknowledge them either.” Sarah protested desperately, “This is all part of Henry’s scheme! He’s doing this on purpose to ruin my wedding with Tim!”

My fingers tighten around the phone as I stare at her message, trying to make sense of it. She’s scared. Or maybe ashamed. Maybe both. She shouldn't be, not after the nights we've spent together. So that’s it? - Liam I type, my frustration seeping through. You don’t want to be seen with me because of what I do?” - Liam Her response is instant this time. I don’t hang out with boys like you, Liam. I don’t get involved with... gangsters. -Liam The word stings more than I care to admit. Gangster. I know what I am, I’m not naive about it, but hearing it from her? That’s different.

Not all unions are made in heaven and bound to be fairy tales. The Nepharious Gangster's lethal Love - the painful saga of love and hurt. To be continued.....