Good Gangster Books Novels & Stories

With that strong and powerful name, I can easily predict that they aren’t the good guy at all. “I haven’t. Who are they?” I ask. “It’s great that yo haven’t heard about them. They are the emerging and progressing gang which started from the little scratch. They were just some local goons before they started to magnify their business with underworld, murder, kidnapping and drugs. They even blackmail rich businessmen and try to get a huge sum of money from them,” he says. “But why are you telling me about them? How are they related with your life?” I ask as I fondle my fingers on his hands on my stomach.

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! ********

The Bad Boy and The Sheriff’s Son . Chapter 45: anything for him . “You’re a faggot, I – I saw you, like it up the ass do ya?” “I don’t think God cares to be honest. Billions of people and he’s focused on me and Derrick? I don’t think so,” he said in retaliation and went to head to the door when his arm was gripped tight and he was slammed against the wall. The grunt of pain that escaped him was much needed when the drunk stranger pressed into him and leered. His arm pressing against his throat when he desperately tried to push it away.

His eyes scanned me for a long moment before he slowly turned away. Before I could think about it, I followed him. He walked to the massive sitting room. A group of dons were occupying the sofas. I had never been in this room before, and I stopped, my eyes wide as I took them in. All of them looked as bloodthirsty as anything, with the tattoos, the guns, and the pristine looking suits. I knew the underdogs of the mafia world when I saw them, and I knew I was looking at them. The consigliere was standing behind the only empty chair in the middle. I knew that belonged to Vector, and I knew what position that put him in.

"But they're still part of the Wolf Gang. Aren't you obsessed with getting news about the Wolf Gang?" Angie laughed. "Yes, but if possible, I want to get information about the boss." Maxime squinted. "You're obviously crazy." "Hey, but seriously, the Wolf Gang is very famous, but no one knows who their ultimate boss really is. Rai once told me that the only members of the Wolf Gang who have ever been caught are the Made Men. The rest are just associates, mostly corrupt politicians or evil businessmen who use the Wolf Gang's influence for protection."

It seems like Eric also want to take over the other gangs? A deep hatred planted its seed deep in Mason’s heart. If Eric is the reason Keith and Vale are separated, he will be his enemy. It seems like Eric’s greedy nature had always been hidden all this year. He had been waiting for the perfect opportunity to trap more fish into his net. The Black River is 2nd most powerful gang in the country after the Black Rose. Combining them together was a powerful and dangerous combination. Mason rubbed his forehead. This doesn’t add up at all.

He leaned on his motor and began to read. Dear Gangster, Lucifer Cuenca, the name of the man who received and I am not ashamed. A lot is being stoned about me being a Psycho and Weirdong girl. I've been seeing you at school for a few years but you just talked to me too. I will never forget how we started talking.

Alexander I stopped the car when Jay, Charlie, and James surrounded it. They really wanna die. I came out of the car. "Who's she?" Charlie asked me. He is the leader of their so-called gang. "Does that matter to you?" I was not in the mood for any fight. "Oh? She's another slut of you I guess" That was it. I took out my gun and shot him in his chest. They were terrified. They thought I'd not carry a gun to school. They are really stupid.

Shayan's jaw was clenched tightly, his face a mask of cold determination. Though his expression remained blank, internally, he was like a volcano ready to erupt. The sight of the guns in the goons' hands didn't intimidate him; after all, he led a powerful gang himself.

They want the Kellers dead. Devon told me they own a vast number of illegal casinos and all their alcohol is smuggled across borders. Drugs, too. I never thought I'd ever get this close to such dangerous people. In my little world, gangs and mobsters and trafficking were fictional. I've read books about them, watched movies, but it's nothing compared to being this close, to having death breathe down my neck wherever I go.