Her Gangster Life Novels & Stories

"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."

I sat down as he took the seat next to me with Cody behind me and the other men on the other side of the table. After what seemed like hours of talking, I finally knew what he was really into. He is into trafficking drugs, prostitution, and money. He would get the money, make it clean and sell it for three times what it was worth. The drugs, well, he sold them for a much higher amount and apparently had someone at the harbor who collected his shipments. I was shocked. This whole time, I was with one of the biggest gangsters and my father's rival. I should have known. I was getting the hell away from him even if my life depended on it. All of a sudden, the doors burst open and two people walk

With that strong and powerful name, I can easily predict that they aren’t the good guy at all. “I haven’t. Who are they?” I ask. “It’s great that yo haven’t heard about them. They are the emerging and progressing gang which started from the little scratch. They were just some local goons before they started to magnify their business with underworld, murder, kidnapping and drugs. They even blackmail rich businessmen and try to get a huge sum of money from them,” he says. “But why are you telling me about them? How are they related with your life?” I ask as I fondle my fingers on his hands on my stomach.

Wife, kids, businesses or a good career, their own house and great credit scores. He was left behind. With the help of the connections he made from prison, he was able to join a gang and started dealing. One day, he had coincidentally met Jakub at a pool party where he was dealing while claiming to be the lifeguard. A gang war broke out in downtown Texas some time later that led to the annihilation of his own gang. During the war, he had sought refuge with Jakub. After the war, he gathered what remained of his old gang and started his own by wiping out a smaller and weaker gang in a smaller area.

We spent most of our time with her so she wouldn't feel the loss of my father as much. And Ethan and I both know that she is just pretending to be alright because she doesn't want to worry us any further. We also struck a pact with her to completely give up the gangster lifestyle. And although we make many attempts to do so, in the end, we still go back to the life we thought we could abandon. We ultimately chose to focus on meeting the needs and expectations of the group and our crew.

No. "He's a gangster," she says in a low voice. "His family has been running this gang for years, since the 30s I think." 20s, actually. "He does all kinds of shit, trafficking, prostitution, you name it. He's a real bad guy." He should've just tried to become an actor, at this point. He didn't know he could fake concern, enthusiasm, and every other emotion so easily. "What?"

The gang was far from perfect but it was the closest to a family that either of us had ever known and they were the first group we had ever felt safe with. The Rebels gang lived up to it's street name. We rebelled against anything that we didn't agree with. Racism, sexism, classism, homophobia, we worked chaos against anything and anyone who tried to keep these oppressive ideals alive. We also worked to take down the evil rich in anything and anyway we could. That's not to say we didn't make good money while doing it. And by make, I mean steal or blackmail. We liked to keep off the radar though. We worked behind the scenes and most good people haven't ever heard of us and that's the way we l

“We need the war, Wren. Without it, we’d be left looking over our shoulders every single time. We need to know exactly what they want—or who they want.” A drop of rain hits my cheek bone. “I don’t like this.” My voice is louder over the chatter as people hurry away from the rides and toward shelter. “What happened to a normal conversation?” A short burst of laughter spills from his lips. “We’re a gang. We talk with our fists, guns and maybe a few knives.” “Is this really the life you want? A life of violence? You told me once you wanted out, do you still want to leave?” Large palms cup my face, a rough finger tucking my hair behind my ears. “It’s not that easy, baby. I got into this life bec

And that's when I planned to take revenge. I wanted him to lose everything he ever had. His colorful life, his awesome friends, his perfect girlfriend, and even his parents. If I didn't have anything, he wouldn't too. That's when I became a gangleader. In my life, I've always faced hardships and I've come to terms with the fact that most of them were because of myself. In the mafia business, you don't meet many nice people, so meeting a girl Kristina, felt like a backlash. I was reminded of what kind of a life I could've lived, but I reminded myself that I was just a stone-hearted gangleader. I don't do love.

They got their money the easy way by stealing it or pushing drugs and she’d been worried about Nicky getting involved with them. This gang had lived on a farm just outside of the city. The whole place was filthy and dangerous with garbage and junk cars everywhere. The young men and women who lived there rarely bathed and the women paraded around in various stages of undress. The one and only time she was present had been at a party where everyone had been stoned out of their minds. It all came crashing down one night when Nicky was with another member of the Collective. They were going to a MMA fight to watch the bout between Sazon and another headliner, Vincent Cruz. The main fight was the