Good Gangster Books Novels & Stories

Seven years later, I returned to Ros Aegeles and saw Lucas again. With the Lionel family’s help, he became the capo of Cosa, the Ros Aegeles branch of the Lenza Group. It was the biggest gang in Ameria. Lucas was at a grand villa that belonged to the Lenza Group’s capo. He stood at the center of the crowd with Chloe in his arms. Her flawless makeup and beautiful dress highlighted her beauty while Lucas enjoyed the admiration of his subordinates and fellow branch leaders.

I asked, “What is all this?, Is Vincent some sort of prince or what?” She asked, I didn't know if I should tell her “He is stinking rich and paranoid. What is he?” She asked, I had already noticed Taylor was a curious and Sharp person, this was probably going to bother her the whole night so I decided to tell her “I think he is drug lord, he is probably a leader of a cartel” I told her, Taylor didn't seem surprised “I thought so. There is just so much I want to ask him about Kelvin. Do you think he will talk to us tomorrow?” She asked

Layla had already gotten used to his disappearances for days, ever since he was a boy. When Bore showed up at his gate almost a decade ago, his grandmother was suspicious. A dark-tinted imported car stopping at their gate caught her attention. When Paco and Bore got out in their fancy clothes, their bodyguards in tow, she thought it might be someone from child protective services or even the government. At that time, Layla was afraid of losing custody of her grandson for any reason, and with him acting the way he did, getting involved in gang fights, she was almost certain that the police or child protective services would come knocking on her door sooner or later. Layla was sweating when sh

Caused by the incident between the group of red masked men—gangsters, minions of Mafias, Mr. Hunderson, Vince, Clyde, Everleigh, and Raven were brought to hospital. Vince and Clyde both had minor injury on their head. Raven, aside from his gunshot wounds on his leg and shoulder, he got wounds on his arms and back when he protected Everleigh. They are both in not a good place inside the car, not to mention they don't have seatbelts. Raven's body was bumped around inside the car just to protect Everleigh.

"But I'm not giving it back unless you promise to help me." It took a while but he gave in and asked. "What do you want? A taste of Caden? Want my pickle in your jar, hun?" His words were insulting and I had to remind myself that this wasn't my Caden. "No, thanks, not a fan of STDs. Someone keeps threatening me and they leave these creepy notes in my locker. I need help finding who they are and what they want before they hurt me." He looked angry by the time I was done and I didn't know if it was because of what I'd said about the STDs or because I refused to return his book.

Leaving the room, the restaurant resounded with the sound of gunshot. Leo watched people screaming and running out of the restaurant, he joined the crowd lighting his cigarette as he exit the place. "Let us go", Leo ordered as he neared the guards, they quickly obeyed driving off the scene before the cops arrive. Leo smiled bitterly, he hates when he gets his hands dirty. His first victim was when he was nineteen, that was when he had his first kill. His father was brutally murdered right in front of him by his rivals. That was when leo knew the world was a wicked one.

Book Three of the Badboy Trilogy Written by: Vendité Johnson The Badboy Trilogy Book One: How to Destroy a Badboy Book Two: The Emancipation of a Badboy Book Three: A Rhapsody for the Playboy Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, places, events and incidents are either a product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual person, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

“Anyways, from there I took over the girls, bought them drugs, treated them a bit better, dressed them better. We became a menace, killing other pimps, taking their territory and girls. We climbed the ladder, got recruited into this gang. By fifteen I was a trusted soldier, still had my pickpocketing business and my pimp business. I felt like I was on top of the world, and was making enough money to get me, my boys and my girls two good apartments. We began dealing drugs, and took over so much territory. I didn’t care about dying. Every day I went out ready to make more money or die. I was ruthless, reckless, and hungry for success. I attacked many in the streets, wanting more and more terri

There was no knowing how many rounds, bang, bang, and when the pistol stopped designing, Li Jie, hiding in another window, saw all four of them changing their magazines. Li Jie felt a toothache, these gangsters are too unprofessional, even one breath four people all shot out the bullets. After all, it's only the small gangs that deal in hashish, and the really big gangs do the big business of Kal Caine. How many elites can a small gang have? African-American gangs, in particular, pick up guns and never aim

He underestimated me. “I have information that will interest you boss.” He quickly said. He must’ve noticed my hand lingering on the gun beside me. “What makes you think I want to listen to you?” I raised my eyebrow. “Everyone in the underground is talking about it. A book.” He takes a deep breath, “There’s a book that has all the secrets of all the gangs in the city. Even that of El Alma.” The mere mention of the top mafia group in Chicago grabs my attention. Even though it was mostly non-existent and hidden, El Alma remained the biggest mafia group to ever exist. It’s been around since my father was still a boy.