Novel & Cerita Her Gangster Life

He is the most dreaded and revered kingpin in the whole city. Capello and Sanchez have been childhood friends,Capello delved into legitimate pathway of life by dealing in car sales while Sanchez who has always had the runnings with the law stamped his footing in the world of hard drugs acquisition and distribution.Capello discovered early in life that he is not cut out for the drug life hence he retraced his steps after a near death experience he had when caught in a crossfire between Sanchez’s gang and a rival gang in the neighborhood.

The newcomer was the most powerful gangster in Brownsville, Drake Hughes. He was big and tall, bearing a striking resemblance to a comedy character from an old movie. As a result, he had the nickname Big Silly Hughes when he first started out. However, as he continued to rise up the ranks, no one dared to mention that insulting nickname again.

“Did you hear about that teenage gangster who murdered those sex traffickers?” “No,” Adam frowned. He rarely watched the news. “What about him?” Adam asked. This was one of the rare occasions when Jamie’s titbits piqued his interest. “He’s like… our age. And he apparently made all this money through drug dealing, loaning people money and blackmailing rich business owners. But then he got in trouble with this trafficking gang, right. Real scary guys,” Jamie blabbed on. “Right…” Adam pressed.

Romano's hand flew up to her mouth. "Oh my, w-what is that?" Antonio abruptly stood up and stomped one foot onto the chair. "That's a mark of the mafia. A friend of mine who used to be in the mafia told me only members who've spilled blood earn a scar like that." Spittle flying, he pointed at my nose and cursed, "Enzo Moretti, you'd better come clean—have you done time before? Did you get that scar in a mob fight?" I frowned and pulled my sleeve down to cover the scar.

Fuck all that bullshit of 'You can choose your friends, not family', and 'Blood is thicker than water', yeah right! Since I've got this degree and my money, I'm going to start a business for myself and move to a different city. Where I'm not known for being the 'dangerous gang leader' who kills children for fun, which is not true! I want to be known as Mr Rossi, the businessman. A new man, there's always redemption, right? Away from the crime I was born into and left to by my parents when they died leaving me with a horrible man at a young age. He's dead now, no point in wallowing in the past.

"the gangsters?" "Gangsters?" Mike question. Clara realized what she said. "I'm sorry, I guess he still doesn't know. Anyway, I'm tired of protecting you, you know that." "I'm not one of then anymore after my mother died," I answered. "Besides, I didn't kill anyone," "Yet you did crimes, idiot. I can arrest you right now," "I'll surrender myself once I'm finished. I promise," I looked at her eyes. "You know I'm a man of promise,"

Leaving the room, the restaurant resounded with the sound of gunshot. Leo watched people screaming and running out of the restaurant, he joined the crowd lighting his cigarette as he exit the place. "Let us go", Leo ordered as he neared the guards, they quickly obeyed driving off the scene before the cops arrive. Leo smiled bitterly, he hates when he gets his hands dirty. His first victim was when he was nineteen, that was when he had his first kill. His father was brutally murdered right in front of him by his rivals. That was when leo knew the world was a wicked one.

I always end up knowing the results from my troupe. Hannah belongs to one of the most notorious female gangs in the underworld called SeQret. One could say that they could easily be the strongest out there if not for their rivals, Astra. “Josiah, you know I can’t quit on my gang. I am their leader,” she explained. “And besides, we need to beat the shit out of Astra before I quit the underground.” I looked at her and saw anger in her face. They must have lost…again.

I never thought that I would have ever wanted to give up my life of crime for a chance to have a normal life. I let the people who I considered family to me think I was dead while I built a name for myself within the mafia circles. Even got close to another gangster – he was definitely no Alphonso, but I needed him – just to make my name associated to his. “Good morning?” Alphonso seemed to be confused seeing me in the kitchen. He chuckled as he went to grab a cup of coffee, “since when do you cook?” Oh, when I was with him, I definitely didn’t know how to cook and was ready to shoot someone in the face when they made a comment. There are some comments I’ve heard one too many times, how are

“Whst happened when you were in the Mafia? And why does everyone want you dead?” He sighed and sat down on the chair close to the bed, “I've done many bad things Emily, I've killed people, stepped on toes in ways you can't even imagine, some of them were unjust.” He paused and took a deep breath. “The day I parted from that life, a number of men were held by a gang then headed by a Fernaz, we called him the black heart because of how wicked he was.” Dad leaned back in the chair.