I Always Wanted To Be A Gangster Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

"I need Chadwick back, okay." He still looked at me, his eyes wide with confusion, his lips moving slightly against my fingers but no sound came out. He looked completely lost, like he didn't even know who that person was anymore. "No wait," I lowered my hand, my eyes locked dead on his. "I need Sanchez back, I need my gangster back, I like you better when you are you know... Rude and cocky, and insensitive and silly." The words rushed out of me, raw and messy, exactly how I felt. I didn't want a caregiver. I wanted my dangerous, arrogant man back.

I don't know why but she always wanted the two of us together. I turned on my phone and instantly a picture of Tommy and me appeared. I forgot that was my screen saver. I took a second looking over how happy we seemed. Back then I wanted to be a doctor and he wanted to be a lawyer. I never once thought he was in line to become the next Capo or that my parents were once Mafia. A ding rang out from an unknown contact. I opened my phone with a smile. Beast: I'm sorry I took your phone.

, I expressed happily, showing my fingers, but then I turned toward my gaze toward Vyom was watching me with an amused expression. . Thank god, he didn’t start being possessive. . “Now, it's your turn. What was your aim?” . “I wanted to become a police officer”, He said, on which I wanted to scoff and taunt him but kept my mouth shut. “I was never fond of this life, but I became something which I never wanted to be. I wanted to have a normal life, but the cruel society had already started treating me as a terrorist just like my father. They had forgotten that a child can be shaped in any form depending upon the treatment they receive or the surrounding they live.”

I just don't care as long as I have my way with what I want. " Look, I'm in need of real cash and I don't care if he's a gangster or not. And he wasn't even a gangster, he didn't look like one." " So how could you tell if you see one?" He asks and I shrug. " Just forget about it Romeo, i just wanna sell it out." " I don't know of anyone who wants a to buy a stolen wrist watch." He says and I'm offended. I am not a thief for Pete's sake. I just... take.

He counted to a hundred and rest his back against the cool septic tank. This was not the time to panic. He made a deal with the man Takahiro. He told him that he wasn’t getting out until he was done. He was here for a purpose. This was the gang that killed his parents, and he wanted them to die. Not the innocent because they were guilty. They were in a gang preying on the innocent. He stood up with much resolve. He’d kill them and make sure none of them were left. This wasn’t the time for tears or to act weak. It was time to be a gangster.

That I was willing to go to any lengths to get the things I wanted? I didn’t grow up poor, far from it, but it was never enough. I wanted more. Was it my fault that I was so driven? Of course, I didn’t start out wanting a life of crime; I had a lot of ideals back then. But it had been so easy to slip into the shadier side of things, and besides, it paid better.

"I repeat; he won't have to be part of this brotherhood if he doesn't want to." "But weren't your desires to join the gang based on the fact that your brother and friends were part of it?" "I didn't know anything else but the gang," I said honestly. "I didn't know anything else back then, I wasn't interested in knowing anything else; I just wanted to be a member of it." "Why?"

she turned to look at me. “I don’t know,” I said quietly. “All I grew up seeing was the Mafia life, and I never really thought past it. I wanted to be like my dad, he was loud, feared, respected. I thought that was what made a man. I thought the power, the fear, the danger… that was what defined success.” I stared out at the road, trying to find the right words.

“Highs where I feel invincible. Where I take risks, get aggressive, act without thinking. And then lows. Dark, crushing lows. Where everything feels hollow. Useless.” I stared at him, unsure what to say. “I’m not telling you this for pity,” he said. “I’m telling you because you deserve to know who I really am. Not just the gang leader. Not just the man who brought you here. But this—this mess.” He took a deep breath.