Gotham Ed Nygma Novels & Stories

He leered at Nyla but said nothing further, her words clearly striking a nerve. Standing nearby, Gabriel watched the exchange with raised eyebrows. He recognized the man as Bernard Trenholm, the deputy manager of Cobalt Hawk, known for holding grudges.

My throat felt raw, as if I had swallowed grit. "Secure the Asset! Get her underground! Now!" Viggo surged from the shadows of a collapsed storefront. He did not wait for the order. His massive frame moved with a sudden, violent displacement of air. He lunged for Neoma. His hands—wide, callused, and shaking—reached for her waist. "Neoma, let's go!" Viggo shouted. His voice was a subsonic vibration that rattled my ribcage. She did not look at him. Her violet eyes remained fixed on Nergal. Her pupils had contracted into sharp vertical needles.

“I could have you arrested for this.” “I’d like to see you try.” I put a little more pressure on the knife, relishing in how he squirms, trying to keep the blade from piercing his skin. “Have you forgotten who I am? Half of the NYPD is on the Gambino payroll.” His jaw ticks, his eyes focused ahead. “What do you want, asshole?” A dry chuckle escapes my lips. “What do I want? Well, there are many things I want, but the one main thing is you leaving my girl the fuck alone.”

“Our forces have infiltrated Saint Petersburg. There’s an infiltrator in Kingston’s network—a maid named Nana. We can use her.” Fredrick nodded. “Let the world know: when someone touches my blood… I will retaliate with blood.” In Edgar’s hideout—That night. Harley looked out the window, cold winter wind fogging the glass. Edgar was in the basement, checking old weapons left by his former network. The radio crackled in the corner. Then an announcement: “Explosion at one of Kingston Corp’s main offices in Moscow tonight. Suspected sabotage…” Harley slowly stood. His breath quickened.

Ryan’s whole body trembled when he saw the faces of the Black Omega Organization members. He was the former Consigliere in the organization, but he had no idea who the person he always spoke to was, as that individual wore a thick mask to prevent being recognized. Only Yogo and those trusted by Don Ernesto knew her true identity. Ryan had worked hard to keep his connection to the powerful Mafia group secret to protect his family and his cherished name.

One of the subordinates who were working for Yaniv the longest plucked up his courage and asked, "Mr. Rogers, we have no conflict of interest with Drunham City. Why would Eaden call you? Could it be that he wants to meddle in Peace Stone Town?" Yaniv sneered and said icily, "Hmph. I'm afraid Eaden might be overthinking it. So what if he could do whatever he wanted in Drunham City? Don't forget that we're in Peace Stone Town. Our most powerful mafia boss, Mr. Witrago, is not to be trifled with." Montel Witrago, known as Mr. Witrago to the people, was the most powerful mafia boss in Peace Stone Town. He was more powerful than Eaden from Drunham City.

Because if they did, they would find a gun pointed back at them. The black market, sex and drug trafficking, so much behind closed doors of the most unassuming shops. The constant push and pull of territories within the mafia families; always trying to one up each other. Truly stepping into the shadows, any New Yorker would be met with death. The only ones who lived, thrived, or survived in the darkness was those who were born in it. Looking at city passing by, I could tell where I could purchase everything a mob boss could ever want or need. Marek started to slow and he pulled into an underground parking structure. It took a key card and thumb print before it opened. The building itself was

"Initiate Protocol Omega! Lock down the entire city! Get the cars moving right now!" The underground garage exploded into chaos. Men dropped their tools and grabbed rifles. Drivers sprinted toward the armored SUVs. Engines roared to life, filling the space with deafening exhaust noise. Sirens blared from the estate security system. The steel gates began to rise. The entire New York underworld mobilized in a matter of seconds. They dropped all criminal enterprises, all territory disputes, and all weapon shipments for a single objective. The little demon was coming. Noah bypassed the estate's medical bay. He carried me straight into the back of his armored Maybach.

“Not at all. And I do know who his father is. Things are simply not as straightforward as giving Jackson a name to stick on a tree and following the threads to the rest of the family.” Ally looks rather confused, but she nods politely, not saying anything else before I make my way over to Jackson to kiss his velvety little cheek goodbye. *** The office is a hive of activity when I arrive. “Emmeline! Good morning, you look amazing,” Elias calls out when he sees me. “Put down your things and come and have a look at this. We’re getting really close to catching the bastard.” Elias is the DA for Manhattan and the bastard in question is the elusive leader of the biggest mafia operation in New York

But military orders cannot be disobeyed, their firearms instantly changed directions and now pointing toward Yonathan York and the others. “You all…” Yonathan’s face had turned pale. They never would’ve thought that the Yorks’ biggest trump card would go against them at the most crucial moment. John Gotti and the Yorks’ faces had all turned green after seeing the sight. He had quite a few underlings to spare, but how could they compete against the mercenaries? Yonathan’s expressions were constantly changing when he could not hold in his thoughts. “Hulk Hank! Why?! Why is this happening?! Is it because we’re not giving enough money?!”