I Always Wanted To Be A Gangster นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She wanted the illusion until it cracked, and now suddenly, I’m the monster? The glass shuddered in my grip as my jaw clenched. My throat burned with words I couldn't say, things I wanted to scream at the walls, at the ceiling, at her. But I didn’t. I kept it all inside. That’s what men like me do, we cage the fucking storm. She saw blood and turned on me like it meant more than every moment before it. Yes, I’m a gangster. And no, I’m not sorry.

“Maybe if you are gentle and drop the facade of being a fucking gentleman then she would want to know you instead of this back and forth you go with your character daily.” “Sometimes, I do not even recognize you” I declared, immediately regretting my words. “I see” Luca muttered. “She wants me to be a gangster. You both do” “What are you talking about?” I sighed. “That is what you are, father. A fucking gangster who risks his life daily, traffics ammunition for the mafia and wash their money through legitimate businesses. You have had your life put on the line severally and honestly, if we fucking sit and think about it for one serious minute… you are the reason my parents are dead”

he replied after taking a deep breath and took a seat beside me once again with an unreadable expression. " What you saw was real but you should hear my side of the story first. Yes, I could be compared as a gangster back then because I was technically raised by Ivan, the russian mob who took mme in his wing and raised me like his son since I was an orphan but I refused to live with him and after I turned eighteen I asked him to let me live my life in my way and letme work hard. I refused to take a single penny from him because I wanted to be independent.

you chubby this morning. I am sorry.” He really seemed flustered. I just laughed at him. “It’s fine, you didn’t know. This is part of the reason I did what I did. A second child doesn’t have to see what Bently has. My skin is thicker than you think. Goodnight Talon.” I walked upstairs to the room where my son was sleeping. He’s all I wanted and needed at this moment, I climbed into his bed and held him in my arms for as long as I could think of. When you think of life, you think that it’s supposed to have obstacles. But you don’t know the life of a Cartel member. They tell you to always do what’s right. Yet what they don’t tell you is, that sometimes doing right will get you killed. I was n

And every-fucking-body is about to feel my fucking wrath. I pass graffiti-covered buildings with boards on the windows and see fiends strolling the empty streets in search of their next fix, giving me a harsh reminder of the man I really am. This is exactly where I fucking belong. I'm not an upstanding member of society, and I've accepted that. I never graduated high school; I spent that time in Juvie for shooting Trigger. I'm not fucking uneducated, though, so don't get it fucking twisted. I'm street smart, book smart, and I've got the fuckin looks; I'm a damn triple threat. Who am I fucking kidding trying to be someone I'm not? I'm a fucking felon, a murderer, and a thief, and at thirty-se

"Baby do you understand why I don't want you involved in this shit, why you can't be, this is not a place for you." "Shane I'm not a gangster okay, this was personal, it's not like I'm gonna go around the city shooting people and shit, or pulling off heists, though on a side note I think the girls and I would make an awesome team.......yeah maybe we should organize......" "Fuck me, no, don't even joke about that, could you just act like a girl for once, I don't want my wife acting like a dude, she has to be feminine."

He permitted me to call him baba( father). He wanted to make me a successful businessman. But I wanted not only money but also power. A fire of revenge was erupting inside me like a volcano. I wanted to taste not only money and luxury but also power. I became hungry for power. I wanted to establish myself as so ruthless that only hearing my name people will pee on their pants. The society which always gave me pain and I wanted to establish myself as a superior in this society. I requested Usman baba to make me the ruthless don like him.

With Reggie off pretending to be me, she's the best person I can have at my side. Adjusting my stance, I roll my shoulders, shake my hair, and remove the last of my cold, business exterior to become the person the Devil May Dares expect me to be. Mr. D's gang wants to see the leader of the WST. They want Hazardous, not Hunter. Thug and playboy, gangster and stone-cold killer. "Let's roll," I place my aviator shades over my eyes and take a bold step forward.

"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

The men did not only hate me but he loathed me for what reason I had no car in the world. I dove to my house and took a cold shower. I thought I had left that life behind. I had been fucked on the ass, abused to him into the gang. I started to sell drugs when I was in grade eight. I sighed, I needed the money. Lisa was married and disappeared for five years and Clara God knows where she was. We were only the two of us and life was getting harder the reasonable thing to do was to join a gang. But when I saw those scars, those burns and cuts I knew that life had come back again.