Government Gangsters Book Review Novels & Stories

I said I need some time to think, but I want to take a shower and take off those dirty clothes. "You already know what you need to do. "Do you want to marry a woman who hasn’t changed clothes in two days?" Livia raised an eyebrow. She just wanted to stay out of that moldy basement for a few hours. "Let me take a shower, I need clean clothes." Enrico was silent, no one dared to face him like that. "Is that how gangsters treat women?" She looked at Enrico. " I thought mobsters were more religious and took good care of their families.

So far the police were simply fishing and had no concrete evidence that tied my father to any crime but his lawyers advised us to lay low. I poured scotch into my glass and took a sip. The alcohol burned my throat on the way down. Neko walked into the Living room in a Thong and lace bra. “Welcome home Master!” Neko exclaimed in happiness. Nicoli spits out his drink when he saw her and the sight simply made me want to laugh. I watched as Nicoli coughed out all the alcohol he had breathed in when he saw Neko in her ‘Uniform’ or so she called it.

"Wow, freakin' Frankie showed. Can you believe that? I can't believe he'd show his ass here tonight." "Who?" Crispin moves close, his body stiff. "The guy we think is running shit up and down the coastline. He says his gang is on the up and up, but it's not like many criminals walk into the police station and turn themselves in after a crime. Everyone is innocent until you find them elbow deep in a pile of coke. Even then most of them would tell you they thought it was flour." Finally, my eyes track the man they're discussing. His dark hair is gelled back like a mobster. It makes me think of him as a drug runner trying to relive the good old days. Whatever time period mobsters consider bette

SECTION 1 PROLOGUE § LOUIS § “No weakness”. That had always been my motto. Taking over my stepfather's criminal organisation set me alight on a dark and fiery path. I sold drugs, I smuggled firearms into the country, and I collected debts from people who wouldn't pay up. I was the Don. Motherfuckers knew better than to cross me. I was powerful. Indomitable. People feared me. The consequence for anybody who crossed me was a bullet between their eyes...

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.

“You have no choice. One signal from me and every person you have left in this city dies. Including the two guards watching your sons right now.” I felt the world tilt. The babies. Our innocent, beautiful boys. Matteo’s hand found mine, squeezing hard. “We’re not leaving without them.” Gunfire erupted without warning. Matteo shoved me down behind a stack of crates as bullets tore through the warehouse. My mother’s twin sister moved with surprising speed, disappearing into the shadows while her men advanced. I fired back, the recoil jarring my arms, while Matteo became a storm of violence — dropping two attackers with precise shots before charging the closest one and snapping his neck with br

Speedy insisted. "Mara? Well, my beautiful name doesn't deserve to be heard from filthy mouths like yours," Mara replied calmly. "Did you just call us filthy? You think we'll let you off the hook like yesterday when you saved yourself using the Owlett name?" Susan challenged. "No need to impersonate Mara. My mom said Mara doesn't fight for something she's not to blame for. She said Mara and her gang only fight bad people and help others with their tasks. But because they fight, they're called gangsters," Speedy explained.

Maximillian smirked at Legis informing him about a man who had guts to disagreed on his term about the money laundering that involves disguising financial assets so they can be used without detection of the illegal activity that produced them. "That bastard, who the fuck is he to whine on my fucking terms. How greedy of him, burn that fucking restaurant he had if he doesn't want my terms. And find another place that can process the money for legal disguise for our drugs profits without noticing of the authority." Maximillian giving orders. "I'll assign that task to Lewis and Baker, how about Mr. Sanchez? What do you want to do to him?" "Kill him." Maximillian bluntly answers Legis as he goes

"They number at most thirty. Except for three or four of them, they're novices who illegally immigrated looking for work. But you know how rough Colombians can be. They don't flinch at the sight of blood. They don't care about exposure to the police. That's always the problem with novice gangs." Since the days of Prohibition, the mafia had always moved quietly underground. They extremely disliked exposure and didn't commit more murders than necessary. When they did kill, they did it quietly without leaving evidence, even disposing of the bodies. But gangs were different. Gangs sprayed bullets on the streets and took pride in flaunting their existence. "Moreover, since one of them is a relati