Government Gangsters Audiobook Novels & Stories

Tyrell’s voice crackled through the phone, low and menacing, like the growl of a predator circling its prey. I clenched the steering wheel tighter, my knuckles whitening in the grip. The weight of his words pressed down on me, a reminder of the stakes I was playing with. These Gang members weren’t the kind of people you play around with. They were the kind who made people disappear when they were disappointed. And right now, I was dangerously close to becoming one of those people.

He knew Billy was into Rose so there was no way he could let other gangsters take her away. “Punk, loud words you have there. You have no idea who I am.” The gangster glared at Gavin, trying to scare him off. Gavin narrowed his eyes and swung a slap at the gangster’s face. “I don’t care who the hell you are! Get out of my face!” Slap! The gangster was slapped. “You bastard! How dare you slap Brother Leath?!” The other gangsters clamored. Gavin rolled up his sleeves to reveal his muscles and said proudly, “I don’t care if he’s Heath Ledger or Leath Hedger. Do you know who my master is? Leave or I will break your bones!”

I asked in a quiet voice. “Of course,” he answered immediately. I took a deep breath and told him everything. How Audry and I saw the Taddeo' sex trafficking of young girls and that some of the police force was helping them. How she took me back to her apartment and told me the whole truth about her past. I still couldn’t believe that she had been a fucking police cadet before she joined our gang.

Although, I did so in stuttered speech that I suspected wouldn’t even be laudable to her hearing, she still managed to grasp what I told of. “Well, they must’ve been some low ranking members of a back-water gang.” “They are actually the most revered in the city. Their gang are into everything from arms, contraband, if you can think of it, they can provide it in bulk.” “What are we going to do? They’re surely going to some for us.” She panicked, but that much was to be expected. I tried to reassure her with the reveal of my gang’s name never appearing anywhere, meaning it was an aimless fight had bosses raising guns based who pointed the fastest finger.

The boss– Jargo, seems to have gone quiet, as all I hear is the sound of an old rolling fan “Boss...” Shawn calls out, I can tell the nervousness in his voice, “we made further investigations on the Sidorovs.” “Don't keep my ears aching. Speak.” “They are the Snakes.” I heard a sharp sound like someone jumping out of a wooden rocking chair, “The snakes from Russia? The same gang that—” “The very one,” Shawn interrupts. I can tell the difference in their voices but I know I wont be able to recognize their faces.

Unfortunately, his gun slides off my grasp too. Around us, a series of gunshots start reverberating. “You underestimated Le Distruzioni too much,” Adriano sneers. “A mafia gang is far more dangerous and complex than what your Hollywood films taught you about it. So if you think an FBI-wannabe like you can defeat us, you’re utterly stupid!” “After I kill you, I’ll take your wife back with me. And we’ll have wild s.ex night and day until she can no longer walk an inch from me.”

Astrid sat across from George, her eyes locked onto his. She could see the concern etched on his face, but she wasn't sure if it was genuine. "George, what are you talking about?" she asked, her voice calm and measured. "What do you mean Andrew is the leader of a gang?" George leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I'm talking about the Big Dogs, Astrid. They're a notorious gang that smuggles weapons and engages in all sorts of illicit activities. And Andrew is their leader."

Roger chuckled, "I thought you were a gang. It seems more like I'm after chickens." One of the men stepped out of the crowded room and looked at him apologetically. "I'm sorry, Mr. Dawson, but we're not a gang. We're just a distraction, and as we speak, the N-40 gang is on its way to Mexico." A cold chill blew over Roger, and he punched the man in the face. “How dare you fool me?”

“Ayu, sit here, don’t just stand there,” said Jinu, patting the empty spot on the sofa beside him. His face looked so warm, his smile gentle, totally different from the rough biker-gang vibe I had always imagined. “I … thanks.” I carefully sat down, still jittery inside, but at least relieved I could finally take a breath. While sitting there, my thoughts started spinning again. What kind of gang was this, really? From Arum’s stories, Garuda Steel was supposed to be brutal, never hesitating to pick fights with anyone who dared cross them.

"Why are you here? Were you following me?" I didn't answer him as I turned my attention to the remaining two. Leo was still holding his nose, and the third guy was staring at me with a mix of confusion and mounting fear. "Who the fuck are you?" the third guy barked, trying to puff out his chest. "Mind your business Goldie locks! This twink is ours. You don't want to get involved with the Serpent Gang." I took a slow, deliberate step forward, my eyes scanning the faded snake tattoos crawling up their necks. The Serpent Gang. A pathetic collection of car thieves and low-level muscle who thought they were kings because they owned three blocks of a slum.