Her Gangster Life Novels & Stories

Jealous? My vision went dark. Even breathing hurt like hell. We grew up relying on each other in the mob-ruled streets. To escape that shithole, we studied like crazy to get into college. I treated him as the love of my life, and Scarlett as a little sister I swore to protect. But it turned out he wasn't a slum orphan. He was the lost heir of the Falcone family. On Graduation night ten years ago, a rival syndicate sent hitmen to stop him from returning to his family. Julian took three stabs for me and fell off the bridge into the freezing rapids.

A fifty-year-old lean brat who uses his prosecutor wife to cover up his track of skin trades. He has a gang that drugs homeless people, stealing their organs and selling them. "Wealth?" Carlos chuckled. "Wealth is never enough for a gentleman. We all at this table would agree with that fact." Another tear of laughter from them. Bastards. They are all dying tonight.

His arm rested loosely around me for a moment before he seemed to think better of it, crossing his legs and folding his hands over his knee. I noticed a tattoo peeking from the sleeve of his right arm, partially hidden by his shirt cuff. It looked like a tail... maybe a wolf's? "And for the record, I'm not a murderer. I run the Velgrave Gang," he added casually, clearly catching me staring at his arm, and distracting me just as he tugged his sleeve down. Gang? Mafia thing? The words like Mafia, gang were forbidden in my house. When I was seven, Carl hadn't yet spiraled into addiction and gambling. Our family hadn't gone bankrupt. My mom was still healthy. My brother, Adrian, left home after

Life hits you quickly when you grow up in a family like mine, in a neighborhood like Hells' Gaze, and in a city like Harmony. We were a little on the young side when Dad and Mom died, so we grew up looking up to our brothers, Kaz and Kunle and I need not tell you the story of how they both turned out to become the most feared mobsters in Harmony city. The only adult member of our family who wasn't dead or rotting in jail when we were growing up was our uncle, Kasali and he was a notorious smuggler, he was not in any way better than our brothers... So, at a point in my life, when I started to believe that there was no other destiny out there for me when I started to believe that at a point in

“I thought it was weird too, which is why I launched a detailed investigation into Greyson. After several days of tailing him and looking into him, I managed to find some information on him. Greyson used to be a gangster who took part in scams, abductions, fights, and brawls. He only got back on the right track two years ago when he opened his shop in the Western District. Since then, he has spent the years as a model citizen without committing any crimes.

"You know, I'm a kind person, but that's just for people who are kind too. And I think that you're not a good one, right? Because you're a gangster! LIKE THE GANGSTER WHO TOOK THE LIFE OF MY FATHER! AND I WILL NEVER EVER FORGIVE YOU ALL. I HATE GANGSTERS!" She... She hates gangsters…What should I do?

Destros said. Bargaining with him would let him know that Nightingale meant more to me than a one night stand. If I agreed to this, he wouldn’t hand her over, he would make more ridiculous demands till he was satisfied. I know how gangsters worked. I was part of the mafia now, but once upon a time, I had been a mere gangster too. Besides, the mafia was really just an upgraded style of gangster life.

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!”

“Our family has been around for a hundred years, we spent the last fifty climbing up every ladder that there is so we can come out on top, that also includes the ladders in the not-so-visible world,” The underworld he meant. The places where the criminals went about their deadly businesses, killed with no rules, steal, covet, and destroy the lives they came in contact with. “So you’re all like a…gang?” He tutted and shook his head, “It sounds off when you put it like that, we the Stones, we are much more than that, we are Cosa Nostra or as you must’ve already suspected—” “—the Mafia,” Halle whispered. He nodded with a grim expression before closing his eyes and bringing his fingers to his te

He knew they had to have this conversation and had been dreading it for days, but now the time had come. "Yes, my love. I remember, yes. But, Cloe, many things have happened since those days. Paco and Janio can no longer scare us. I'm the big boss now, and I can protect you. Those days are behind us," he said. "No. I don't want this life anymore, my love. Many have died over these years. I lost Milla, love, I will never forget her. I lost years with my family, we lost friends, Shay sacrificed herself! We have a son now. I can't, love, I can't be the wife of a gangster anymore. I can't be a mother and a gangster's wife. I can't walk around with a gun on my waist anymore..."