Good Gangster Books Novels & Stories

I really don’t want to die today, but I have to admit it was kid one fun. When we reach the hotel they guide me to my room and they open it with their key. They give me another one and before I can slam the door in their faces I blow them a kiss. “We should do this more often boys”, I say and close the door before one of them car wraps their massive hand around my neck. What can I say, I like to live dangerously pissing off mafia men.

In a dark and menacing room, a man was suspended upside down, his agonized screams reverberating as two merciless men relentlessly beat him with hot rods. Two burly figures in black shirts and trousers, each holding a rifle, stood guard at the door. A tall man, clad in a black tuxedo, strode into the room, his face etched with sullenness and eyes ablaze with fury. He was Andrew Anderson, a Mafia Boss known for his rudeness, arrogance, aggression, and ruthless dominance. The world quaked under his authority; none dared to defy him, and all lived in dread of his power.

Sold To A Gang Leader [He owns her] . . (Locked) Unknown's POV "What the hell happened here?" The boss exclaimed wide eyes as he saw Bobby and zazzi lying down dead on the floor. "Who did this to them?" He asked out in anger but I remained silent. He hasn't even seen Matthias body yet. What is he gonna do once he finds he's son's dead body on the floor? I thought. "Answer me!! Who did this to them??" He roared out.

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.

The man deserved it for the crimes he had held on his head, it just annoyed me that he didn’t give a bloody damn about any of them. “And what charges are you going to be holding against me this time?” “Being a Pakhan can be one of them, attending a slave’s auction, selling drugs, opening an illegal, uncertified poker table, a few of them actually, I’m pretty sure the place is loaded with the hookers you just ‘bought’…” “I don’t buy women, malyshka” “You can try convincing me all you want” I rolled my eyes at his words. If he didn’t buy them; I didn’t know who would “you’re still coming with me”

She noticed Gonzalo sitting at the one-seater sofa, with his favorite guns in front of him, like everybody else in the entire estate who's alert and carrying high-powered guns. "Those idiots are the Street Thugs. That gang was founded thirty years ago by one of the most notorious criminal New York has ever known. They are violent people involved in a lot of low-profile crime, they were never this bold." Darryl responded. "Someone gave them the balls to do this. Someone who will benefit when the city falls into chaos." Gonzalo stated. Darryl knows that look well. Gonzalo is thinking, figuring out who is responsible for the current state of the city in his mind.

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"Is it the better one?" Martin slowly turned his head toward him, pulled his dick out and dropped down on the bed. Gerald immediately lifted both hands in surrender. “Okay,” he mumbled, pulling the duvet over himself. “Too soon.” Martin sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "It's nothing,” he muttered, though the corner twitched despite himself. “It's Jake calling." Hearing that, Gerald groaned dramatically and shrugged. “I really don't understand why you keep entertaining that… boy,” he said tiredly. "The other one's clearly much better. I mean… he is a fucking drug addict."

“He’s probably some middle-aged pot bellied dude, right? I mean all the gangsters I've seen on the news have not been like they are portrayed in the movies. They are all tracksuit wearing sweaty ....” She had a point, and it was a point I was going to cling onto. Modern media had made these dangerous men, style icons. Sex symbols but in reality, they weren't anything like that. No that it gave me much peace. I had a horrible crawling sensation up my back. Almost like someone was watching me. turning sharpy in my seat I half expected the man who had been staring at us so intently to be there. his eyes glued to my back. He wasn’t. His table was empty. Just a half-finished muffin sitting on a