Her Gangster Life Novels & Stories

I didn't want to ruin that with sexual stuff. I bet he was into bad stuff. Like loan sharks-- heck, he could even be a mafia boss who liked blood and couldn’t get enough of killing. But for once, let the consequences be damned, alright? Maybe I was judging by his looks- "… hey, you heard what happened to Ice-T last night?" "Maaan! Dude thought he could play both sides. Big Mac don't fuck around. Gave his ass two shots and he dropped." Their laughter shook me and I held onto my bag tight. These boys were from the local gangsters around the neighbourhood and they were trouble. It was too late to turn back now, I was headed in their direction.

Of the few things I know for sure about what was going on back then, is that the illegal drug trade was always the gang's trademark, plus justice for the weak, even now. “In today's day and age the gang's all about drug trafficking and why lie to you, organized crime. No one is forced to join and not many can be part of this brotherhood, but you can be sure that all of us here live by the same code and believe in very similar things, if not the same. Basically we are men looking for their own way of life and a place where we believe in the same things they do.” I took a swig from the bottle and looked at Margaret, who was looking at me with a neutral expression.

"But, we'll need Mrs Martin " "Don't worry about Blessing,I'll handle her." He fixed his jacket and stormed out… Michelle heaved and threw her head back on her chair. She liked working for the two Gangsters even in her next life she'd do anything for them. That's why she'd try anything to find the antidote for her boss. People said Gangsters are cruel and ruthless, but these two are far from that unless it's needed. ~~~

"But one day, I got her dead news. She died in a road accident. And like that, I lost the woman who was like my mother while my own mother left me in a pile of trash. I broke down and lost my mind so I kept killing those men who were bullying me in the jail. Stephen, Victor, Romano, and John were as crazy as me. Soon the jail authority decided to lock us in a different cell. We killed more than ten criminals in jail while we were just kids. One year later, someone appealed for our bail and then we first met Andheri. Andheri De Valentino. He brought us in his dean with him and there we met Mariano, Alexander, and many kids like us. His men trained us, tortured us, and made us like them. We se

Since he was young, Mac Vu had no mother, when he was ten years old, his father also left him for the land of ecstasy, he traded his father alone with the world, life forced him to be a gangster. The story of Mac Vu's gangster life must have been since he was fifteen years old, the day he was beaten to death by a few guys, fortunately his current brother Nhi Lang saved his life to have Mac Vu now, hours, from then on, his adventurous life in the gangster world began, he learned all kinds of martial arts, punching and killing gradually became familiar, and blood became something normal in his cold eyes. - What's your name? Lang Tinh suddenly asked Mac Vu a bit embarrassed, he really did not

Grandma Angelina smiled again before saying: “My father was a leader of a small group of thugs while I was growing up... Some seventy-four years ago... They killed people, a lot of people, and they sold drugs and weapons... All sorts of things... And my dad would proudly tell you what he was and show off the markings on his skin. Once, when I was about twelve or thirteen, I asked him why he didn't just stop doing these things... He was the one who told me about this stage of bloodshed. He said that if a man wanted to walk away, they had to wipe out all those who knew them from the old life and that he wasn't willing to kill that many people... He died a gangster because the price for living

She accepted, and it became the best decision of her life. And when she said theft, she didn't mean petty crimes. She was talking about major operations, including government banks, armored trucks, and intercepted shipments. By sixteen, Maria had been part of a crew that stole twenty million dollars from a federal reserve transport. By twenty, she had masterminded her own heists. By twenty-five, she was one of Don Emilio's most valuable assets. "Interesting," Don Emilio said, taking a slow sip of his whisky. "Tell me more."

He shifted again making me mad so I angrily grabbed his shoulder and hovered half over him putting my weight over his chest. "Stop running!"  His eyes widened for a sec but then immediately looked away. "What happened today was nothing new for us. We're used to it. Getting in fights, police cases, blood, killing ....this is how we live. This is how a gangster...a Mafia's life is and being thier leader everyday is a war for dominance, for power.....for survival. There's no place for love and innocence here." He looked at me with eyes soo soft and....full of remorse.

Tony responded as he joined me on the bed, "Father died in a car accident, a mother could never get over it and so she drank and slept with other guys, who decided it was fun to beat a kid at the age of five. Lived my life being smacked by guys who were stronger and bigger than me, I finally became so angry that I started acting out at school, and sooner or later the old gang leader gave me the life you see now. He taught me how to take done guys bigger and stronger than me, taught me never to back down from a fight, and taught me all there was to learn about gang life. The old leader was like a father to me, the father I never had, and so his words were law to me until he decided to give hi

The men did not only hate me but he loathed me for what reason I had no car in the world. I dove to my house and took a cold shower. I thought I had left that life behind. I had been fucked on the ass, abused to him into the gang. I started to sell drugs when I was in grade eight. I sighed, I needed the money. Lisa was married and disappeared for five years and Clara God knows where she was. We were only the two of us and life was getting harder the reasonable thing to do was to join a gang. But when I saw those scars, those burns and cuts I knew that life had come back again.