How To Be A Gangster Novels & Stories

Layla had already gotten used to his disappearances for days, ever since he was a boy. When Bore showed up at his gate almost a decade ago, his grandmother was suspicious. A dark-tinted imported car stopping at their gate caught her attention. When Paco and Bore got out in their fancy clothes, their bodyguards in tow, she thought it might be someone from child protective services or even the government. At that time, Layla was afraid of losing custody of her grandson for any reason, and with him acting the way he did, getting involved in gang fights, she was almost certain that the police or child protective services would come knocking on her door sooner or later. Layla was sweating when sh

Because if one is weak, the whole gang will suffer—the whole gang will die. Most of the gangs are from the elite community—or at least in my gang, it is—that’s why everyone needs to hide their identity for security purposes because as much as possible, the underground life of every gang member must be separated from the normal life. Hence, the use of codenames and masks. Nanette and I arrived at our headquarters near a creak in the darker alleys of the neighborhood. She grabbed her keys and opened the door. It was a rule to always lock the door even if someone is inside. No knocking. No making a sound from the outside because this is a hiding place. This is our safe place.

Sold To A Gang Leader [He owns her] . . ( A Kiss) Writer's POV *Mexico* Back inside his office, Dilly sat down then brought out his phone and dialed someone's line. "Hello" a voice came out from the other end of the phone. "Yeah Luke, I need you to do a lot of things for me real quick. Firstly, search for a nanny, secondly you to tell the maids to arrange that room opposite mine than thirdly search up for an elementary school around the quarters" Dilly said into the phone.

"Bammy, come take your new brothers to Rahma's for branding and some celebrations. Sanusi and his guys are going to provide security in case Fakunle's dogs try anything." I never really dreamt of being a gangster but when it happened I didn't protest against it. After all, I've seen people who graduated university with very good results without jobs and on the other hand there are people like Mr. Sarumki and others like him who are rich, respected and answered to nobody. They are even celebrated in society by everyone. That was just the way things were where we come from. I wanted the money, respect. I wanted to be able to wine and dine with the who is who of the society and although I got a

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.

Shayan's jaw was clenched tightly, his face a mask of cold determination. Though his expression remained blank, internally, he was like a volcano ready to erupt. The sight of the guns in the goons' hands didn't intimidate him; after all, he led a powerful gang himself.

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?

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.

" I'm getting in a perfect world... You'd be my brother but you are still my brother because you care about me and you always had my back and I will always have your back too. " " How do I spend this without making you confused?" "Dear explain it to me in layman's terms because you have the most interesting life I've ever seen to come to think of it because you travel a lot, you meet a lot of people and you have access to a lot of land that I do not know of." "Not all of it so it works like this; every gang has a territory and the territory is controlled by The specific gang that runs that holds a city or block. They own everything and buy everything. I can tell you for certain that they hav

No… I had been contracted to. A mafia boss wanted her dead for his personal reasons. I had joined the 'Hit Men', this secret gang of young assassins. I wanted fame and I was ready to do anything to earn it. My budding music carreer … I was ready to sacifice whatever for it. I wanted to be a superstar. I joined the gang owned my own producer. I took a bloody oath to remain faithful to him no matter the situation. It was just a month ago. The urge to become a superstar couldn't allow me to rest. My blood was boiling with hunger for success.