I Always Wanted To Be A Gangster Novels & Stories

How could I not get involved actively? "You know what? I wouldn't even be surprised if you're about to say something like turn the other fucking cheek or whatever, but I'm not Jesus. I don't really give a shit what you have to say. I've already decided." "I see... you're serious." I exhaled slowly. "I guess I can't escape becoming a gangster no matter what I try to do. I really did try my hardest to avoid going down that road again. Or maybe this is just the past life catching up to me. I've only lived as this kid for a few months, and so much bad has already happened since then. Look at all the problems I'm still bringing in."

"Maths wasn't my favourite subject." "Then you're going to die from curiousity." "Why are you so stubborn?" I asked him looking straight at him. "Ever since you came into my life. Why did you run away? " "Oh really Dammy?" "My name doesn't have a shortcut and you're going to answer me. " "I couldn't stand it okay. Everyone is making fun of me and you have no idea how much I hate attention. I hate it when I'm the center of attention. I've never had that in my entire life."

Good old days. This is the only life I know. The professional life with suits and ties has never been for me. I grew up wanting to be Warrick, even if we had different fathers. He was my role model. I wanted to grow up and become a president also. His grass to grace story was one we've never heard off. I wanted to be a biker so bad because of him. And I know it’s not too late. That’s my last wish on earth—and I’ll achieve it.

"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

“I was beaten. Whipped and shot many times in so early age. The age when I was supposed to play with toys I was forced to handle guns and knives. The age when I should be shooting using water guns I was forced to shot dead my enemies.” “My life. My choices. My happiness never mattered. Not to anyone. I worked like a dog and was treated like a slave till I became 18 years old. In so early age I was given the responsibility of being a Mafia King. I am heartless, ruthless, and merciless. I never believed in love and never really wanted to be involved in women.” “I just wanted to find a simple woman and wanted to marry her so I could have my heir. In my life, I always wanted to give my brother a

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.

"You know, I'm a kind person, but that's just for people who are kind too. And I think that you're not a good one, right? Because you're a gangster! LIKE THE GANGSTER WHO TOOK THE LIFE OF MY FATHER! AND I WILL NEVER EVER FORGIVE YOU ALL. I HATE GANGSTERS!" She... She hates gangsters…What should I do?

I told her. She laughed at me. “Me too.” “They told me to stop joining gangs.” “Me too.” I smiled. “They told me I should stop to give you a better family.” She grinned widely. “That’s good, Josiah…” she said. I narrowed my eyes at her. “I love you.” “I’m pregnant.” My eyes widened. “What?” She chuckled before biting her lip. “You’re going to be a father, gangster.” Damn. Hell yes! --- END ---

The night sky above us was full of stars, and the city sparkled at its own pace. "You did all this?" I smiled. "Yes, this was our first time where it all began and I think that's why it has to be where it all happened. That day you ran out of bed in the morning, I knew something had awakened in me." "What?" I said with a curious look. "I knew it would be you, the woman of my dreams... I've always been a gangster, Emma. A guy who didn't care much about people and you could see that, but I want to be different."

"Yuck! Of recently, he got his head ducked in some shit. Heard he has some rift with some gangsta..." There was an absolute silence that exists between me and Brown for the main time. Varieties of thoughts ran into my head at that moment. No matter who I tried to forget about that bastard! I couldn't bring myself in doing that because he's my only son and should be the next Capone in line. "Dig deeper into the gangsta shit! I want to know it all, their back supporter, godfather, source of living, street they stayed most and where they spend most of their time in, their addiction."