I Always Wanted To Be A Gangster Novels & Stories

“He drew first, but I wasn’t just going to stand there with a gun pointed at me. I tried to talk him down. Told him we could still be friends, that it didn’t have to be this way. That I could get him back to his fucking parents.” He shifts his weight in the chair, his brow pinched and eyes darkening as I watch the memory of the night play over his face. He continues somberly, “he told me he wanted to be a capo. He wanted to rise through the ranks, have something to show for his life. And bagging a boss, even a baby one like me, was his ticket to the top.”

I rolled my eyes. Alfonso was a gangster; mafia would have suited him best but whatever. He was mostly involved in gambling and drug trafficking. He was known to be cold and ruthless. He had gained himself the name, ‘Iceman’, as he would show no emotion while torturing people who wronged him. I couldn’t believe they wanted me to lie to this man.

“We need the war, Wren. Without it, we’d be left looking over our shoulders every single time. We need to know exactly what they want—or who they want.” A drop of rain hits my cheek bone. “I don’t like this.” My voice is louder over the chatter as people hurry away from the rides and toward shelter. “What happened to a normal conversation?” A short burst of laughter spills from his lips. “We’re a gang. We talk with our fists, guns and maybe a few knives.” “Is this really the life you want? A life of violence? You told me once you wanted out, do you still want to leave?” Large palms cup my face, a rough finger tucking my hair behind my ears. “It’s not that easy, baby. I got into this life bec

That means, a Gangstar bought me, and a Gangstar is in love with me? This might just a joke, or I'm having a bad dream. I decided to act natural. To pretend I knew he was a Gangstar. So he won't find out how scared I am knowing who he really is. I moved a little out of the bed so I was now able to look at him. He was shirtless and looking hot. Guess he keeps getting hotter each fucking day. "Then tell your boxers to get me a cell phone. And maybe, a laptop"

The way things is going, I don't know Tell me why are we so blind to see That the ones we hurt are you and me Been spending most their lives Living in a gangsta′s paradise Been spending most their lives Living in a gangsta's paradise Keep spending most our lives " He sent me to kill you," Jake confessed as he stood up and left the room. Living in a gangsta′s paradise Keep spending most our lives Living in a gangsta's paradise Power and the money, money and the power Minute after minute, hour after hour Everybody′s running but half of them ain't lookin' What′s going on in the kitchen? But I don′t know what's cookin′ They say I gotta learn but nobody's here to teach me

I close the door and set down my supplies. He’s been trying to pull me into his gang for years, popping up every few months with some money-making scheme, always involving major crimes and serious jail time. He’s wanted to be a mafia boss since we were kids, when our grandfather told us stories about his mafia days. I took them as warnings; Flav saw them as career advice.

She had nannies and a cleaning service and people who drove her and her father and Giovanni around wherever they needed to be. Gianna hadn’t even been aware of the gang issue that overrun the city’s underbelly until she’d been a teen. “I grew up here,” Dante told her. “I grew up with people getting killed over nothing, being extorted out of every penny they needed, girls getting taken advantage of, kids being forced to do terrible stuff, and even worse than that. So when I was old enough, I decided that enough was enough. Some guys tried to bend my grandmother over for more money than she was making in a month, and that was it. That’s when I formed Mariposa. That’s when I took back the stree

Heck, I had my first kill at 8 when most kids were still trying to cram the multiplication table. I worked with a team and tracked down a snitch when I was just 12. I became a mastermind, someone to be feared, someone ruthless and dangerously lethal in the mafia world before I even became legal. I've been doing what was expected of me and even more to prove myself because I needed to prove myself worthy of being an Ivanov. I was a whore's son after all and dad brought me in when he already has his heir so I needed to be better than Avan at all costs. Not that that takes so much of hard work anyway, but Roman was a dickhead who values parties and girls more than the mafia. I love girls just a

I say and another person clears their throat "Getting blowjobs from our fellow pupil's mother's on visiting day," I say actually chuckling at that one "And then time passed. We grew up and then we were out in the real world. Where bad people are everywhere but Xavier and I wanted to be the best. So we hung out in all the dodgy places. Until one day we got a tip on a drug that made us who we are now. One of the best mafias in the world" I say and I sigh

“A drug gang.” Her jaw clenched. “You run a drug gang?” I nodded once. “Yes.” A beat of silence. Then— “You run a fucking drug gang??” Her voice rose, and I swore Ivy twitched in her crib. “Kelly…” She threw her hands up. “Oh, so you’re not just some CEO, or a businessman, or a mysterious man who works late nights, you’re a whole drug lord??” I dragged a hand down my face. “Not lord. That’s dramatic.”