Her Gangster Life Novels & Stories

The light-filled city is lonely and a bit quiet but I can only hear the noise of this car. It is almost like we are the only thing moving in this huge city. He said he is going to kill. I looked at him. He is focused on the road. He is never going to change, is he? It is almost like killing is one of his professions. I mean he is a gangster. Gangsters don't change, do they? I moved my eyes to the road, thinking about his health. He doesn't seem to care about that. Because tell me why a sick person would be driving himself to wherever just to kill his offenders?

His tone was icy, and Valentina felt the weight of his words. In the following days, as she was thrust deeper into the gang’s world, she asked trusted members who he was. They whispered his name in hushed tones, revealing he was the notorious leader of the Black Rose gang. “He’s someone you don’t want to cross,” one of them warned. “Just do what he says, and you’ll be fine.” As time passed, Valentina found herself caught in a world she never expected. She had become a Hidden Killer, trained to navigate the dangerous underbelly of the city.

"You mean you grew up together and were close friends? But why would you guys ever do that? It's not fair at all. I mean why would you drive pleasure from others pain? Isn't that cruelty making the neighborhood appear to be an unsafe environment." "Just shut the hell out and bring your damn voice down before you get yourself into real trouble. I actually dropped out of highschool; but not only me, Bob too. Then at age sixteen we started indulging in drug and started distributing to kids around the hood too. So lot of vices on the contrary. Meanwhile, I really want you to know this one thing about Gangster Vegas. So that young people like you that are vulnerable can easily stay out of trouble

Although, I did so in stuttered speech that I suspected wouldn’t even be laudable to her hearing, she still managed to grasp what I told of. “Well, they must’ve been some low ranking members of a back-water gang.” “They are actually the most revered in the city. Their gang are into everything from arms, contraband, if you can think of it, they can provide it in bulk.” “What are we going to do? They’re surely going to some for us.” She panicked, but that much was to be expected. I tried to reassure her with the reveal of my gang’s name never appearing anywhere, meaning it was an aimless fight had bosses raising guns based who pointed the fastest finger.

Inlaws Saved And Hated By The Gang Lord Enzo's P O V Immediately I got out of prison. I got in contact with my men. However, they were already anticipating my release. Going to prison would make me absent from my kids' life; I didn't want to be away from them. Especially Kyle, I own them too much, but I can never be at peace with what I did to the mother of my kids.

he continues, it sounds like he had to grow up fast that probably explains why he acts the way he does. "I've known most of the guys since we were little, somehow I managed to get them involved with what I do and they were also good at it, so that's how we would spend our days doing a bunch of illegal stuff," he says smiling a little, but his face soon turns where he takes a look down "we got so far into it and we didn't even know, until one day some men turned up at my mother's house and trashed it, took everything and beat my brother up, that's when it got real and I knew this wasn't a game anymore and we've got ourselves into stuff we ain't gonna be able to get out of," he says, looking d

“Anyways, from there I took over the girls, bought them drugs, treated them a bit better, dressed them better. We became a menace, killing other pimps, taking their territory and girls. We climbed the ladder, got recruited into this gang. By fifteen I was a trusted soldier, still had my pickpocketing business and my pimp business. I felt like I was on top of the world, and was making enough money to get me, my boys and my girls two good apartments. We began dealing drugs, and took over so much territory. I didn’t care about dying. Every day I went out ready to make more money or die. I was ruthless, reckless, and hungry for success. I attacked many in the streets, wanting more and more terri

We waited for some time before she finally sit up on the bed, we know she wanted to hear what we have to say "Sweetheart I was an orphan, all my childhood was spent living in the street, I was beat by the rain most of the season and sun destroyed my skin every season, I sleep wherever I find shelter, you can call me a beggar that's the best thing to qualify me with, and when I turn teenager I joined a gang we deliver drugs to make money back then it was a dangerous business but at least I was feeding well and had a shelter over my head not until one day one something went wrong, our leader was shot dead and the gang scattered, I once again returned to the street. I kept doing illegal busines

It had to be a clean job so he could successfully break out and leave the country. With the money he stood to gain, he was guaranteed of a life of wealth moving forward and that was all the conviction he needed. Knowing the situation of things in the gang, he knew if he didn't act quickly, he was going to be left with the littlest share of whatever that was delivered. Why share when you can have it all? Gusto was one of the newest intakes of the little gang. After a life of hopping foster homes and settling in the streets, it wasn't odd that he got into some kind of trouble and became a part of the gang which saved him from being killed.

Gritting his teeth he forces himself to move forward, a deadly path of gasoline trailing behind him, slowly dousing the entire floor. At times he passes rooms with meetings going on, men talking quickly, urgently – in others, people relax, calm and comfortable in their home... because that's what The Estate was, a home. A home to everyone who didn't already have one, who chose the gang life and made their own family. At the top the gang life was bloody, violent and cut-throat. Take Alexander, Amir, Nikolai, Ren... even Japheth and Madrigal – the higher you got the more bloody your hands got.