How To Be A Gangster Novels & Stories

Also, he always put a bun inside her cart until they became friends. Greta taught him everything that he needed to learn to survive in the street. She taught him to steal and to make money out of it. She taught him how to use a weapon and fight with the bullies until he made his way to be the leader of the gang. Mark became a gang leader who steal and make money out of it and Greta was always his side as his protector. “Where are you going?” One night, it was raining, and Mark saw Greta pushing her cart away from her so-called territory.

After a week of recovery, I discovered twelve rogue gangsters who once had a bright future. With the trust fund account my mother left me, I secretly started building a syndicate that gave me an upper hand in the underground business and one that would protect me. I trusted these men with my lives, so I was wrong when I said I didn’t trust anyone. “He’s inside” Gary spoke immediately I entered. He was tied to a chair, his face swollen from being beaten up. I bent down to properly look at him, he looked so young and innocent. “How old are you?”

He makes his way towards me and I grip my jeans in anticipation, dreading what his next action could be. He stands in front of me, and I anxiously raise my eyes to meet his cold ones. "Tsk tsk tsk...It's really sad to know that he succeeded in tricking you. Like he always does with others." He says trying to mock being apologetic. "I thought you were smart, Nicole. But I guess you are trying to be incognizant of his games." He shakes his head in disappointment. "Can't you understand that's how he is? He is a gangster, Nicole. His entire life has been built on it. He is trained to play, deceive and kill people. He doesn't care about you or your feelings. He is a player, Nicole. He knows how t

he asks. He runs his hand over his tattoos. "These aren’t just art or design. The bike I ride isn’t just for beauty. I can proudly call myself a real gangster. I have connections deep in the underground world. So don’t be scared, my princess. I’m not going to jail. Not anytime soon." "What confidence," I scoff. "Well… it takes off walking the right path early in life." "So you call banned and legally grey activities the right path?" "Look who is judging me," he says.

“I didn't have money, shelter, or food. Everything cost more than I had. So I did what I had to do. I joined gangs. Yeah, the small ones at first… running errands, carrying things, and watching doors. They let me do these things because I was pretty and strong for a woman.” Thomas suddenly spat to the side, barely missing the leg of the table. “Gangsta?” he barked. “You?” He looked me up and down dramatically. “You don’t look like it.” Mama Li made a small sound. I laughed. I just couldn’t help it. “I know,” I said. “Everyone says that.” Thomas shook his head. “No tattoo. No scar. No angry face.” “That’s because,” I said, still smiling, “I met a man on my eighteenth birthday.”

And pay hard. I just gotta be smart and play it cagey. Cards close to the vest, all moves calculated. I built this outfit by being three steps ahead of every wanna-be gangster in the city. Ain't no fed or foreigner gonna take that away now. Not if they value their lives.

I cannot help but to grin because I saw it in their faces - I saw how the policemen are shocked about what they saw, probably there are some of them that even puked. * Almost six months passed and I'm already a certified gangster. At a young age, I am already considered to be a gangster that can reach great heights. I am already in high school despite being so young and after I finished four years here I am going to immediately take up a medicine course. And after that I will go to medicial school to be a surgeon.

I asked with a calm expression. “Do they need a reason to?” he asked with a question, and without waiting for my comeback, he continued, “They are gangsters, of course, they would want to look for the drugs, given the fact that most syndicates depend on such thing to survive.” He added, Shocked, “Really, that’s your conclusion?” I asked him. “Well …” he signed impatiently, “Yes,” “Ugh! Then I guess you’re stupid,” I blurted out,

I laugh manically at him, "No fucking way, go rent yourself an assassin" But he doesn't understand, "Dahlia, this isn't up for debate, I need you to do this, you also know who the gang is" he trails off, and then he adds, "Hounds" and I don't have time to even think about the words that come out of my mouth, 'Marcus Fuckin Donally" Like every gang, they think they are going to be unstoppable. More like unstable.

He asked, impatiently. " It's a well-known gang where you can slowly rise and get close to the person you want to get your hands on. I don't know much about how the group works and all but I know a man who will join you in that." It's like he finally got something so useful after a long time of nothing and waiting. He knows only getting into a gang is not going to be enough nor he is going to take his revenge in a single day. There is going to be a long road ahead of him which will be filled with challenges and hurdles on every single step.