Her Gangster Life Novels & Stories

Shayan's jaw was clenched tightly, his face a mask of cold determination. Though his expression remained blank, internally, he was like a volcano ready to erupt. The sight of the guns in the goons' hands didn't intimidate him; after all, he led a powerful gang himself.

"I couldn't bear the sight and so I screamed. The men saw me and they came after me. I ran and ran with the last strength I've got. As I ran into the road, I was hit by a car and then I passed out. The next day, I found myself in the hands of a couple. They happened to be the people who had rescued me from the hands of the killers that night. During my stay with them, I found out they were gangsters. When I was offered to join the gang at a very tender age, I obliged because I was desperate to get justice for Grandma. I needed the protection because I knew the people who sent those men were still out there and they wouldn't stop coming for me. Life in the gang wasn't easy. I witnessed a lot

Sold To A Gang Leader [He owns her] . . (The execution) Writer's POV *Mexico* Dilly parked in front of Rita's apartment. He got into the gate, he walked straight to her door, he lifted his hand to knock on her door so she could open up. He doesn't wanna spend more than 5 minutes there. "The poor guy doesn't even know that he isn't his son" he heard someone voice that sounded like that of Rita's mom say.

"Why did you work for people who sold cocaine?" His eyes flew open. "Olivia. We're not" "Answer me and I'll reward you." He froze, tempted. "Reward me how?" Why the actual hell was he considering this? She offered a sly smile and splayed her fingers on his chest. Unimaginable heat spread from her palms and he groaned. "Should I keep going?" Fire licked his skin and he blurted a response, seeking more from her. A necessity. "I had no choice. I'd joined a gang called The Disciples two years prior for protection. Chicago's south side was not friendly."

But one thing was undoubtedly true, the leader was powerful and resourceful. The gang was the richest in the world and controlled ninety percent of the Blackmarket. Each member had a unique identity and also owned properties costing more than a hundred billion US Dollars but no one knew their real names or life. The most surprising thing was that no one even the team members had not seen the true identity of the members. Each member had a special name and logo for themselves on their expensive suits. The most mysterious identities were of the number one and two members as they hardly showed up in any meetings. However, they were still the most powerful and no other member dared to offend the

I replied, returning the question. "Well, if it's because we'll be traveling to New York, you don't need to pack. I won't be taking my clothes, either. Once we get there, we can go on a shopping spree. Ah! I miss all that," she said, her gaze distant. Sometimes I wonder if my understanding of a gangster's life is wrong. I remember reading in some books how a gangster's family lives like prisoners due to the many enemies they have. But the few times I have spent with Nat, her carefree lifestyle contradicted everything I knew.

Growing up was never as easy for Joshua and Tiffany as for their lifestyle. From the age of ten years old, Joshua remembers gang violence. Joshua remembered he had always been the one to protect his sister. The area he grew up in was a ghetto. Merchants and drug addicts stood on corners looking for a way to maintain their habits. Joshua would never have thought he would ever use drugs. He saw how drugs made people lose pride and neglect their Hygiene. The house he grew up in was huge, but he thought his dad had an ordinary job as he always saw his dad leaving in a suit.

Instead of sitting there all tense listening to their meeting, I wandered over to the area near the door. There was a tall shelf filled with framed photos of them, like some sort of documentation of the Garuda Steel gang. They looked so proud in every shot, posing, hanging out, riding big motorcycles that, I was pretty sure, cost a fortune. Not everyone could afford bikes like those. They were tall and muscular, the kind of guys who really looked like they belonged on those rides. I swallowed hard, realizing this gang was way different from what I’d always imagined.

Hunter had rescued us once again, but at great cost. A few other leather clad gangsters moved swiftly, hiding in the back of a large van with a huge rose painted on the side as a black and white silhouette, a perfect mirror of the tattoos on Hunter's arm. These are his people, his gang. Hunter may be a dangerous mobster, but he also just saved my life.

Iker ran a hand through his hair, visibly frustrated. "What makes you believe in his protection after his own men almost killed you?" Lizzy hugged herself, and her voice cracked. "The contract..." "Lizzy, do you really think Greed will keep his end of the deal? You must remember that he's a gangster, and not just any gangster, but the leader of the most powerful mafia in New York. Trusting him wholeheartedly, based solely on a contract that he could break at any moment, is complete madness." And she knew it. It was complete madness to trust someone so dangerous. But even if he broke his word, she wouldn't break hers to protect herself and her child.