Novel & Cerita Gay Gangsters

Giovanni said defensively, and Gianna wanted to reach across the table and slap the back of his head. Gianna said in a pointed, sharp way, “They are a gang of hoodlums. Hissing quietly at her brother, Gianna asked, “Do you even know whose territory you’ve brought Mariposa into? Do you know who runs these streets here?” Giovanni gave a shaky nod. “The same people who shot Cypher, beat the crap out of Jovani, and told Zeke that they were going to drop him in the river with cement shoes.” “Right.” Gianna nodded sighing softly. “And you still brought them here?.”

I rolled my eyes. Alfonso was a gangster; mafia would have suited him best but whatever. He was mostly involved in gambling and drug trafficking. He was known to be cold and ruthless. He had gained himself the name, ‘Iceman’, as he would show no emotion while torturing people who wronged him. I couldn’t believe they wanted me to lie to this man.

said the taxi driver briefly. Jake's forehead immediately creased hearing the driver's explanation. Gangsters? Why are the gangsters chasing him? "If it's gangsters, why did the police let them? I mean, they're big and they're all over the place, so why not just get them?" Jake asked confused. "They never hurt or harass citizens, they just like to fight with other gangsters, or if they commit a crime, they don't do it openly, so there's no reason for the police to arrest them," explained the driver.

It wasn’t a mistake. The Cobra Gang was described in various reports as a ruthless criminal organization, involved in a range of illegal activities such as drug trafficking, smuggling, and violent crimes. News articles and other writings painted a grim picture of the gang's brutality, making it clear that this was no ordinary syndicate. As Dean skimmed through the information, a rising sense of pressure tightened in his chest. If any of this was true, then Chen Dankworth's background and identity were far more complicated and dangerous than he'd imagined.

LUCIANO Things were beginning to go wrong in my world…in this perfect syndicate I crafted for myself in the midst of these foolish humans. Lounging on a couch in a VIP room in my casino, I wondered what could be setting off the fireworks. I never had a reason to worry about turf wars, but now, it seemed like the recent move of a notorious gang into the city would be more of a headache than I ever imagined. Vale had broken the news to me early this morning. The gang was a group of bikers known to dabble in various murky waters. Ranging from drug and women trafficking, to petty political thefts that were starting to destabilize the economy.

Marco grumbled in annoyance and I leaned back on my chair. "Again? How many times is that just this month? Those people need to be punished." I frowned while shaking my head. "Sometimes, I couldn't help but wonder if we're just too naive to realize that gangs like the black-masked assassins have always been around us." The world is recovering, but unfortunately, gangs idolizing and wanting to copy Seymour and the black-masked assassins formed around the world. They create chaos, rob establishments, steal, and kidnap rich people. It's mostly the humans doing it, and they are using the war as an excuse to wreak havoc.

If Rayna wanted to flirt, she could, but I wouldn’t be hiding behind him this time. Hunter’s Range Rover purred beneath us as we sped down the quiet road, the city blurring past. He didn’t talk much during the drive, his hands gripping the wheel tightly, his jaw set. As we pulled into the compound, the air around us seemed to shift. The gang’s headquarters was housed in a converted warehouse dark glass, steel walls, and rows of matte-black motorcycles and high-end cars lining the lot. Armed men stood at the gates, giving curt nods as Hunter passed.

Straightening, I wiped a hand across my mouth and followed her gaze. There were three men in the raised area reserved for VIPs , all of them so similar in looks that they could have been brothers. Dark hair, tanned skin, beautiful faces. The kind of men who should have been gracing the covers of magazines. Only they weren’t those kinds of men at all because one look at them, at the dangerous aura around them and I knew exactly what they were. Gangsters. “Isn’t he dreamy-“ Dana said and then froze as two women joined the group. Sliding between the three of them like they had done so a million times before.

"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. ~~~

You could hardly tell they were police men. We’re ready, Mr. Lyle. Let’s make this happen.” one of the police men said. We walked into the building, it was an underground hide out where the most notorious gangsters carry out their illegal transactions. I knew this was their territory and things could go wrong if not handled carefully. As if they sensed we did not belong there, we were surrounded almost immediately we stepped in by a group of guys at gun point.whose bodies were covered with tattoos . “Don't come any further or your heads will be blown out.” ******