Novel & Cerita Government Gangsters Book Review

"Do you know the names of the gangs?" "No. I never learned them." He smacked his palm to his forehead and sighed. "Sunny?" "Yes, boss?" She sat up straight. "Wanna tell her the names?" "Sure." She nodded. "Snakes and Lions." "Thank you. Now Laura, can you guess which one we are?" "Wait you're all in a gang?" I blurted. All eyes fell on me. Then everyone started giggling, except Bran whose eyes were dead serious and pleading for me to get this right.

You could have shot that idiot and nothing would have happened. -You're a nasty, G- I murmured. –And on top of that, you don't help me with the book. I have to finish it the sooner the better. And I have to change the names of everyone, otherwise, everyone will know that it is an autobiography and we cannot make the existence of the mafia public.

After the meal, we walked back along the highway, and we gradually talked more and more. I realized that he had run off alone to pick up an order for the goods to fulfill his promise to me. And then he was caught. There were countless gangs in New York. Each gang had its own established territory and business. But there were two businesses that all the gangs were afraid of, namely the firearms and drugs business. They were controlled by the big shots. On a day-to-day basis, those arrogant gang bosses on the street were cautious when it came to those two businesses. Without special permission, no one dared to touch them.

"But they're still part of the Wolf Gang. Aren't you obsessed with getting news about the Wolf Gang?" Angie laughed. "Yes, but if possible, I want to get information about the boss." Maxime squinted. "You're obviously crazy." "Hey, but seriously, the Wolf Gang is very famous, but no one knows who their ultimate boss really is. Rai once told me that the only members of the Wolf Gang who have ever been caught are the Made Men. The rest are just associates, mostly corrupt politicians or evil businessmen who use the Wolf Gang's influence for protection."

“If they’re willing to ride down an old lady and flip her off when she’s on a damn crosswalk, they’re definitely up to no good.” “They’re a gang. A gang that is extremely secretive and has left almost no trail behind them. They must be bad. A lot of people are probably in their pockets.” I don’t have to point that out because it’s pretty obvious. That’s why Granny chose them in the first place and spent a long time putting together her plan. “They’re about to get gobsmacked by karma.” Ransom cracks his knuckles again and heads back into the house.

What is he doing? “They said they’re already here?” he replied, unsure. Stan looked at all of us. It only means one thing. We need to be careful. Astra, no matter how good their intentions may be, is still a deadly group of the best female gangsters. Night Train glared at me. “We meet again, Stallion…” he said in a menacing tone. I smirked. “Good to know you can stand on your own feet now…” He gritted his teeth and was about to attack me when a dart with a yellow flag struck right in the middle of the two groups.

“Open it.” My fingers hovered for a second before I flipped it open. It had photos. Dates. Locations. Names. My brows pulled together. “You log movements,” Victor said after a beat. “You note the patterns too.” “These are people who owe us—and think they can disappear.” “Some are forming a gang, so you learn who meets who, when, and why. For now.” My grip on the file tightened. I flipped to the next page and froze. The name and the picture were too familiar. What was his name doing here?

Brown said calmly, and Dorian stopped, turning and facing the window while he thought. “Is… is Lyra a gangster?” he asked. “What did she become?” he thought aloud, turning around to face Brown.

Each step I took felt heavier under their scrutiny. “She’s stunning,” someone murmured. “Who is she?” another voice asked, laced with suspicion. Ivan’s grip tightened as he leaned in close, his breath warm against my ear. “Keep your head up, Lilah. Show them you’re not afraid.” I wasn’t sure if it was a command or reassurance, but I obeyed. My chin lifted, and I forced my legs to steady as we moved deeper into the crowd. Ivan greeted powerful men whose names I recognized only from whispered rumors. They were kings of their criminal empires, exuding an air of danger that was both alluring and terrifying. Among them was Nicolas Ricci, the Italian mafia boss, his sharp features and cold smirk m

Sherly listened attentively as the reporter's voice filled the vehicle, detailing the recent events in the ongoing mafia conflict. "The latest reports indicate that the long-standing rivalry between the Vile Mafia and the Rui Lin Mafia has reached a violent climax," the reporter announced gravely. Sherly looked out of the window, as she already knew its content. "In a decisive battle earlier today, the Rui Lin Mafia emerged victorious, effectively dismantling the Vile Mafia's hold on the city."