How To Be A Gangster Novels & Stories

Another one of the gangster came forward, his body filled with tattoos like that of a leopard. “Didn't he tell you?” I cocked my eyebrows, taking slow steps towards them. “That motherfucker stole from me, so it is only wise for me to come for what’s mine.”

Zera nods, thinking that they can't take Josh's gun because there are too many of them and if they take what one has, the others won't think twice about shooting them. "Then what about you?" Gavin asked Xanti. "My dad is a mafia. Since I was a kid he turned me to be a monster. He trained me to kill," Xanti said making them goosebumps except for Gavin. Xanti's friends didn't know that, they only knew that the young man was talented because he was good at fighting. "What is the mafia?" Gavin asked in a whisper to Zera but they also heard they couldn't stop shaking their heads. "Those are highly illegal people and most of them are motivated by money and violence. You can't get them either. So a

“The brother he doesn’t talk about.” Bingo. “Well, brother or not, I need to see him,” I replied, folding my arms. “He’s out. Cosa Nostra business,” he said, then paused, tilting his head like he was studying me. “You’re not like the other girls.” I blinked. “Excuse me?” “Most of them just cry or complain. But you—there’s fire behind those eyes,” he said with a grin. “It’s interesting.” I didn’t know whether to punch him or thank him. So I said nothing.

, I asked him. "When I had a fall out with my parents. I did some street fights for getting by. I was getting beaten like a dog at first. Once I got the rhythm I gave them back everything good just as back. He was really happy with me. I was bringing in women spectators too. I was good for business according to him. One day he asked me to join his gang. I said no and he had a smile that said I will say yes soon. I decided to leave then. If I spend more time with him I would have probably ended up like him or would have taken a bullet to back of my head", he said dryly.

Shaking my head, I headed straight to the kitchen, rummaging through the fridge for a quick breakfast. “That was an insult,” I murmured, taking the bacon, hash browns, lettuce, and tomatoes. “Don’t worry about my feelings,” Markus said, punching the buttons of the coffee maker. This time, I laughed heartily. Markus had been patient with me, taught me the ropes of the business: Martinelli Holdings and the mafia. He made sure I learned to protect myself, know how to use a gun, and drive like a maniac. That last one was courtesy of Klaus.

The man with a jacket walked over and said, “You’re quite good at fighting. You deserve a compliment. I initially planned to let five dogs bite you to death, then I would take the money and leave. But your excellent skills win a chance for you to stay alive. “Let me introduce myself. I’m Tripp Brown. I like you. “So, are you interested in working for me and calling me Boss Tripp?” Another gangster wanted Thomas to be his lackey. That was not weird. As long as the gangsters saw Thomas’ skills, none of them would be unimpressed by Thomas’ excellent abilities. It was a dream of every gang leader to be able to have such a lackey. But, who were they to be the God of War’s leader?

"But, we'll need Mrs Martin " "Don't worry about Blessing,I'll handle her." He fixed his jacket and stormed out… Michelle heaved and threw her head back on her chair. She liked working for the two Gangsters even in her next life she'd do anything for them. That's why she'd try anything to find the antidote for her boss. People said Gangsters are cruel and ruthless, but these two are far from that unless it's needed. ~~~

Author's note: This is the English version of my novel entitled 'How To Be A Murderer,' I hope you guys enjoy and thank you very much for supporting its Filipino version. This is only fiction, and it can't happen in real life. I hope you guys enjoy reading this novel written by me. Love you all. Rules to be a murderer: Accuse someone of the crime you did. Be a liar. Be smart. Choose an appropriate weapon. Create a strong alibi.

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.

After that, he grabbed hold of Bea’s hand and he glared at Brandon, a final warning before he left the place wordlessly. Even though Brandon was usually a very ruthless man, being in the contempt of Gerald made him so timid that he dared not even breathe too loudly around him. For one, he was shocked by how brutal Gerald was when he beat up his men. Also, Gerald seemed to have completely disregarded Jeremy as they spoke. This made Brandon feel as though Gerald was not a mere simpleton. After all, how did these gangsters make their living? Was their income based on their territory? Obviously not! To put it bluntly, gangsters must’ve been relying on their connections to make a living!