Her Gangster Life Novels & Stories

He muttered as she sniffed. “You want an explanation?” He asked and she nodded. “Okay. Apart from being a Xanders family and having access to wealth, I do illegal things. I do money laundering, large scale drug trafficking, I sell weapons, sometimes I go undercover as a hitman, and other illegal things. I am a gangster, same as Scott and we are a mafia.” He explained. “You work as a hitman?” “Yes. Sometimes I am hired to kill people.” “Why?” She whispered.

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.

she scolded. “I'm sorry, Bianca,” I paced back and forth in my bedroom, worry gnawing my mind. I defended, “But you know I wouldn't have reached out to you if I didn't have a big problem.” She sighed, “So what's this problem about?” “I want to know about a gang that has a star tattooed on their neck,” I described some no further details to her and asked, “Who are they?” Bianca sucked her teeth thrice, “Bad news. They are from the White Star gang, the fourth largest gang in the country. Their leader, Duncan was just released from prison a few months ago after he raped his wife's mother.”

Seven years later, I returned to Ros Aegeles and saw Lucas again. With the Lionel family’s help, he became the capo of Cosa, the Ros Aegeles branch of the Lenza Group. It was the biggest gang in Ameria. Lucas was at a grand villa that belonged to the Lenza Group’s capo. He stood at the center of the crowd with Chloe in his arms. Her flawless makeup and beautiful dress highlighted her beauty while Lucas enjoyed the admiration of his subordinates and fellow branch leaders.

" Enrico ordered one of the men standing outside. "What if she calls the police, boss?" "Give it back immediately." Enrico screaming. For a moment, Livia felt inside one of the American police films directed by Francis Ford Coppola. One day, she watched The Godfather with her best friend, but never imagined that one day she would be stuck with the gangster Enrico's employee returned and gave the cell phone to the boss. "Open!" The mobster ordered the henchman. Livia retreated when Enrico entered the cage. He reached out and handed over his cell phone.

I laugh manically at him, "No fucking way, go rent yourself an assassin" But he doesn't understand, "Dahlia, this isn't up for debate, I need you to do this, you also know who the gang is" he trails off, and then he adds, "Hounds" and I don't have time to even think about the words that come out of my mouth, 'Marcus Fuckin Donally" Like every gang, they think they are going to be unstoppable. More like unstable.

The gang at his back and the money in his pockets gave him a false sense of invincibility and importance. But Giovanni still bled red and would likely wind up with a bullet in his head in a filthy alley one day or in prison. Old age and/or retirement were rare concepts in The Fringe. You lived in the gang until you died in the gang and often sooner rather than later. Or you were killed by a gang. As about ninety-five percent of those who lived in The Fringe were affiliated with one of the gangs who ran the streets. “Ciao Giovanna, you are all grown up. You look just like your mother.”

It was all about stacking money, smoking good weed and living the life every other man begged to have, specifically? Having ladies by our sides like loose change. Everywhere. This was the industry. The industry of crime. It was almost like baggage that came with gang life. You get the gang, loyal boys and high ranks, but you also get easy pussy, any type of girl you wanted if you paid enough and of course, a life of luxury.

Scarlett senses his sadness and regrets over the youth he had lost all those years ago. “How did you end up like this?” She whispers. “Who did this to you?” “My parents were killed by the Hawkins,” Ryder bluntly says. “I was with them when they were killed but I survived. After the incident, I had to take care of Kat and my grandma but I couldn’t get a job. Who would hire a poor sixteen year old? So I joined the local gang. Worked as their henchman and gained information on the wealthy people. The first time I killed someone was on my seventeenth birthday.”

He paused and made to grab his bottle of alcohol again but I held it, after staring at me for a few minutes, he let go. “I don't want you to tell me stuff when you are drunk.” He let out a small smile that didn't reach his eyes. “One bottle won't get me drunk, Rebecca.” “I'm not going to let you have it… now please continue.” He backed away. “I joined a gang. At first it was just running errands, so it wasn't all bad.” “What kind of errands?” “Dealing drugs, delivering the blackmail to the target, finding clients for women… until we found out those women were trafficked.”