I Always Wanted To Be A Gangster Novels & Stories

“Anyways, from there I took over the girls, bought them drugs, treated them a bit better, dressed them better. We became a menace, killing other pimps, taking their territory and girls. We climbed the ladder, got recruited into this gang. By fifteen I was a trusted soldier, still had my pickpocketing business and my pimp business. I felt like I was on top of the world, and was making enough money to get me, my boys and my girls two good apartments. We began dealing drugs, and took over so much territory. I didn’t care about dying. Every day I went out ready to make more money or die. I was ruthless, reckless, and hungry for success. I attacked many in the streets, wanting more and more terri

Destros said. Bargaining with him would let him know that Nightingale meant more to me than a one night stand. If I agreed to this, he wouldn’t hand her over, he would make more ridiculous demands till he was satisfied. I know how gangsters worked. I was part of the mafia now, but once upon a time, I had been a mere gangster too. Besides, the mafia was really just an upgraded style of gangster life.

I wanted to leave and explore the world,wanted to make more money. I left the orphanage at age eighteen,wanted to start making money and live on my own. I joined a mafia gang and was initiated. I worked for my boss whom I had never seen till I was twenty five. I went to a club to meet him for the first time. He wanted to commend me for a job well done. At age twenty five,I was already tall and muscular. I had a tan skin and a pointed nose,my pink plump lips,they say was attractive. My hair was brown and short too. I always go with an undercut.

“Oh my God, I think I need to take a picture of you.” “No, don’t take a picture of me. Men don’t take pictures. Men make pictures.” I laughed. “Oh, wow. I see someone is learning so well from his grand-dad.” “Yes! I’m so happy. I’ve always dreamed of being a mafia…” I pulled him into a hug and sat with him on the bed. “Now Greg, listen. I know you want to be a mafia, but always be a good mafia. A mafia that believes killing the wicked people is far better than killing any person just for power and fame.”

Bad boys and their gangster love. "And you are?" I raised my eyebrows at him. The corner of his lips twisted upwards. He pointed at himself. "This masterpiece is known as Ian." I stared at him flatly. How was he a drug dealing gang member? "Yeah Ian, now how about freeing me and showing me the way out of this hideous place?" He let out a small melodic chuckle. "And get myself shot? No thanks." He turned his back to me and started to walk away.

I protected people from harms way. But there was one thing. I got involved in drugs and started fighting on the Wrestling Arena. I wasn't really satisfied, I wanted more. And that was how I got myself involved in a deadly gang. Which involved in robbery, assassination and drug trafficking. People thought I was changing, but I became way worst. Which surprised them.

It landed hard on the floor and popped open. Money fell out. He didn’t care! This was what he hadn’t wanted. This was what he had worked so hard to avoid. This was his curse. No matter how hard he worked. No matter how many legitimate businesses he opened. He would always be considered a gangster. He walked over to the minibar and poured a liberal drink. Tomorrow he would talk to his father about all of this.

“As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death…I take a look at my life, and realize there's nothin' left…'Cause I've been blastin' and laughin' so long…That even my momma thinks that my mind is gone….But I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it…Me be treated like a punk, you know that's unheard of…You better watch how you talkin' and where you walkin’…Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk…I really hate to trip, but I gotta loc…As they croak, I see myself in the pistol smoke…Fool, I'm the kinda G the little homies wanna be like…On my knees in the night, sayin' prayers in the streetlight…Been spendin' most their lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise…Been spendin' mos

into the underworld as a common gangster. Back in that time, I used to do underground fights to earn attention because the king was very fond of those fights. He often used to come to watch those fights. I used to lose every fight but that didn't stop me. Once lost twice, I lost many fights but never stopped which resulted in earning King's attention upon me. He made me his dear pet, of course, I didn't like being his pet back then but I swallowed all that dark humiliation for my sick and crazy obsession to get the power of King. I don't remember exactly how many murders I had done to get that fucking King's trust, to become his right-handed man but that fucker made me his Driver! Huh! Like

“You thought me how to use guns, so why can’t I keep one?. You know, even a gangster must carry a gun from time to time. ”I smiled. “Ah Reece, Your Father ain’t gonna be happy seeing you shootin’ at people, you know. He wants you to take up a clean life.”He rubbed the scruff of his neck gently. “That’s what he wants, not what I want. ”I held his shoulders. “Reece, look. This kinda lifestyle ain’t the best. There are hidden truths about this gangster game and if you ain’t looking closely, you gonna get mobbed.”