Novel & Cerita Government Gangsters Audiobook

Gringo also looked worried and serious, and she only learned inside the car that Paco, the most powerful gangster around, the cruelest guy she had ever heard of, had heard, had gotten to know, that Tulio, his sidekick, was not only living with a girl, but was in love. Paco lived in a fortress. They say that Tulio works for him, but in fact, all the gangs in the country worked for Paco. It was not an option not to follow his orders, no matter which mafia you belonged to, Paco was the supreme leader and his word was law. Arriving at the fortress that Tulio had rarely been to, they were searched by four big men with rifles, and Cloe's legs went soft as she was groped by men who wouldn't even lo

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.

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.

Saul couldn't hear him but he knew he had a lot of complaints against him. “Sir, this is the information about the gang who came to your restaurant a few days ago.” The man still had doubts about Lawrence. Thus he did not give Saul the complete information. “Don’t worry, that gray beard is harmless. Continue.” Saul eased him. Lawrence threw daggers at Saul in vexation but did the latter care? “Those men belong to Sherlock Hanes, the leader of the Italian Mafia, who has the name of being the most sacrilegious and perverted criminal on earth.”

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.

Cassian, as usual, is a ghost in the corner, shrouded in shadows, his eyes the only thing visible—tracking every movement in the room like a hawk. "About time, Doc," Silas grins, though there’s no humor in his eyes. "Summary," I demand, looking at Prez. "The Southside gang," Prez says, his voice a low rumble. "The Southside gang is still running the local routes. They aren't just moving weight anymore, Jax. They're trafficking. Women, kids, anyone they can snatch off the street and sell to the highest bidder." Cassian steps out of the shadows, his presence chilling the air. He’s the quietest of us, a man who survived things that would have broken a normal person. He doesn't talk much, but wh

Hearing them loudly going about their business demonstrated the Wild West mentality that was the embodiment of Johannesburg. Max forcibly blocked out the felonious conversation and focused his attention back on the four thugs now crossing the street. Johnny casually repositioned himself, preparing for potential hostility. Anton straightened. Max felt for his piece. Instead, Anton nodded at the gang leader and ushered Max and Johnny towards the nearest alley. The gangsters followed from behind, watching their backs. Max released a breath. Gee, thanks for the heads-up. “Friends of yours?” Max asked under his breath. Anton smiled. “Something like that.”

Ruckus laughter assails my ears. I'm not able to hear the other person's reply because they round the corner and their voices fade. I stand there, feeling cold dread snake up my spine. I've heard a few things about the mafias in LA. Brutal humans with no feelings whatsoever. If Ash Thunder is one - Suddenly, an image of him rears up in my head and I laugh awkwardly. Yeah, that man may be all shades of lewd, but being a gangster is definitely not one one of them. I make my way to my office but someone's already there.

Understood, sir," the voice on the other end replied quickly. He hung up, breathing deeply, pacing around the room. He stopped before the window again, staring into the darkness. He poured himself another glass, but he didn’t drink it. He simply watched the way the liquid trembled in the glass. "You fed my son to the piranhas. I’ll feed you to the flames. I'll destroy everything you cherish," he declared coldly. He placed the glass down carefully and straightened his suit jacket. When he stepped out of the study, his men stood at attention in the hallway. Every one of them could feel the air shift, the quiet before a massacre. As he walked down the corridor, all his men followed closely to t

One of the men landed a slap across his face, sending blood spluttering out of his mouth to stain the rug. Pablo had covered Audrey's lips with his large palms, but he yelped and withdrew his hands when she bit him. "You Swine. When I'm done with you, you wouldn't have any teeth left in that filthy mouth of yours," he cursed. It took me several seconds to regain my sight completely but before that, one of the gang members had already picked me up and carried me across his shoulders, trapping me there with his bulky arms. "Please, I'll get your money," I screamed "I promise, I'll get your money. You said three weeks. We still have time,"