Government Gangsters Audiobook Novels & Stories

"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. ~~~

He took a step forward, ready to hug her but decided against it at the last minute. “Tell me what you know,” he demanded. Emma paused, then nodded and told him everything the chauffeur said. While Emma was speaking, Roy was searching through his iPad for the record of all the gangs in the city, then picked out three whom he knew would be capable of seeking death. “Master, I’ve looked through the record. Inferno gang, scorpion gang, and Double head gang. Those are the most stubborn gangs in the whole of Nairaland who would dare to kidnap a controversial figure like Madam.”

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.

One of the Nuovo Ordine gangsters chuckled at his plea before suddenly grabbing the old man by the collar and shoving him against the wall. “Time? You think we can wait?!” Cassandra felt fury rising in her chest. Without thinking, she acted. “LET HIM GO!” Her voice rang out, making the thug turn in surprise. The gangsters exchanged glances before laughing mockingly. “What’s this? The cops still have the guts to roam around here?” Alexander stepped forward, his hand hovering near his waist, ready to draw his gun if necessary. “We’re not looking for trouble. But we won’t stand by and let you harass civilians like this,”

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.

I whispered loud enough for him to hear, while Avanska pretended to be asleep beside him. Despite denying it, it seemed that my watching and reading about the Mafia had actually paid off. I could read some of their expressions like a book. Since I was fully entering the gangster world, these skills might come in handy. "I don't like you," said the red-haired person called Rick, glaring at me. Great, this person sure would be a bother. He doesn't 'like me,' he says. Like I give a fuck about that. I wonder what he would do when he finds out about my background. Mafia members know how to read people's expressions too, without showing any emotion. "Sure, I'll keep that in mind," I said to him.

The man lay on the concrete floor, whimpering and broken. Turning away from the battered figure, Henry addressed his fellow gang members. Their faces, illuminated by the flickering fluorescent lights above, were stony and resolute. "So, our little rat got into the estate," Henry spat, venom dripping from his words. "And he's been diggin' up dirt on us, boys."

“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

she asked, jumping out of bed and hunting for clothes to see him. "Hey," she greeted him, remembering that Jânio's men were very different from Túlio's. They didn't look anyone in the eye and seemed more like vampires. They almost never went into anyone's house. The only thing similar to Túlio's gang members was that Jânio's gang members couldn't be ignored either. If the mafia boss and leader sent them to fetch someone or deliver a message, the person didn't think twice and complied promptly. "The boss wants to see you in two hours," Silas said, nodding at her and her scared friend who was watching them from the window, and left.

Iker ran a hand through his hair, visibly frustrated. "What makes you believe in his protection after his own men almost killed you?" Lizzy hugged herself, and her voice cracked. "The contract..." "Lizzy, do you really think Greed will keep his end of the deal? You must remember that he's a gangster, and not just any gangster, but the leader of the most powerful mafia in New York. Trusting him wholeheartedly, based solely on a contract that he could break at any moment, is complete madness." And she knew it. It was complete madness to trust someone so dangerous. But even if he broke his word, she wouldn't break hers to protect herself and her child.