Romans & histoires I Always Wanted To Be A Gangster

"Sweetheart I was an orphan, all my childhood was spent living in the street, I was beat by the rain most of the season and sun destroyed my skin every season, I sleep wherever I find shelter, you can call me a beggar that's the best thing to qualify me with, and when I turn teenager I joined a gang we deliver drugs to make money back then it was a dangerous business but at least I was feeding well and had a shelter over my head not until one day one something went wrong, our leader was shot dead and the gang scattered, I once again returned to the street. I kept doing illegal business for people till I finally went to jail, I was charged with murder but the person I killed was a city terror

I stood up, approached her, and held her hands. "Please, Roden doesn't show that kind of face to me." Maybe I'll believe you and that's bad. "I'm a gangster Zak, I know a lot. I have a lot of ways." "Shut up. Being a gangster, you have to stand on the top. Then you have to dedicate yourself completely to the system. What the group is doing, you must do as well. All you know is to forcibly get the property of others, intimidate and hurt them. Do you think you can use that on everyone? "

Jenny spoke, "Where is my mom?" Jerry replied coldly, "She is there where she should be. She is safe." Jenny clenched her fist and shouted, "Are you not going to tell me?" Jerry roared, "Is this the way to talk to dad? Sit down!" Jerry wasn't a normal person. He was once the gang leader as well as the most wanted criminal of his time. His one roar was enough to shake the whole mansion.

No great Mafia ever conquered with love, keep it at the back of your mind ", he said. "I don't want to be a Mafia, I never wanted to,I just wanted a normal life, I was dragged into this!, do you think if I was given a choice when I was a child I would have been this in the first place? I lost myself completely, I became a shadow of my own self, I became the antagonist in my own life story, do you think I've ever gotten happiness in this? the only thing I've ever achieved from this is fame, respect and money nothing more! the only time I ever saw myself happy and at peace and fulfilled and a better version of myself was when I fell in love so crucify me for choosing to be happy ", Diego said,

Marijuana did not provide such a great kick anymore. His dealer had promised to get him something on a higher grade but he needed to cough up the money first. And then the call had come. * Most people knew him as the son of Tommaso de Luca so he had dreamt of a day when he would be sent a hint that someday, he was also going to be invited to join the gangs that roamed around the streets of his erstwhile hometown, to be one of those who was feared, respected; it had taken all he had to control the excitement that went through him when the call had come, unexpectedly…

“They are after this spoiled brat billionaire who doesn’t understand that I only want to keep her safe.” “So you kill people and do drugs for a living, you're the reason why a lot of people die? You're a serial killer.”In all the books I had read, serial killers were always sent by some mafia men and the Mafia men were always wicked. As I was thinking it clicked my head. “If they are after me, does it mean that they are the same people that killed my family?” I asked and he nodded. “They want you gone my sunshine and I have protected you all this while, I don’t want them to hurt you. You are all that I have.”

There were more important things to think about than a stranger yet here I was losing my freaking head. Had last night not happened, the mission might have been a success yet now I had to deal with the weight of my failures. I had to track down the mafia like I'd done with others. From that day years ago, that had been my single resolve. A memory from years ago mixed with police sirens and empty condolences felt so real. My father, a supermarket cashier, died because of a gang war. Since then my resolve to become a police officer came , to stop all the gang violence and save others from getting hurt like I did. Since then I hated all gangs, especially the mafia.

I asked, still in disbelief. He nodded slowly with his gaze remaining intact, never wavering. "Yes, that is exactly what I want. And I want it for you." It was hard to wrap my head around the idea. The thought of running a gang, it felt like a thousand light-years away from where I was right now. But he was right. He always was when it came to the matters of power. It wasn’t just a dream, I think it could be real. "I don’t know, I don't know if I can do that," I admitted as the weight of the responsibility came crashing right down on me. "I’ve never been… I’ve never actually wanted it."

The kiss was harsh, possessive, and completely filled with a deep, unspoken desire—exactly how I wanted it. It seemed like the mafia boss had just given me explicit permission to be as bratty as humanly possible. And I was absolutely going to make good use of it.

“I thought it was weird too, which is why I launched a detailed investigation into Greyson. After several days of tailing him and looking into him, I managed to find some information on him. Greyson used to be a gangster who took part in scams, abductions, fights, and brawls. He only got back on the right track two years ago when he opened his shop in the Western District. Since then, he has spent the years as a model citizen without committing any crimes.