I Always Wanted To Be A Gangster の小説・ストーリー

he smirked. "Well, thanks!" I started to get up, but he grabbed my arm. "Do you know how to fight?" "Yes. I took some classes...after...." I looked down at the ground. "Hey." he lifted my head to look at him. "I get it. You're safe here." Our faces were just inches away, our noses nearly touching. Part of me wanted to kiss him, but part of me wanted to run. I've had boyfriends before, always ended the same. Me getting abused or him cheating. I can never fall for a gang leader, I heard they're the worst. So I just walked out the door and up to my room. I threw myself on my bed and stared up at the glow in the dark stars that I've never really paid much attention to.

he said. “ It’s my life, he doesn’t know what I want, I know what is good for me than what he thinks is good for me, I have always wanted to rule my own mafia world, my mom is a CEO doesn’t mean I want to be a CEO, I want to sell drugs, heroine, make fast cash like he does, I love the struggles and adventures that comes with being a Mafia” she said. Jason kissed me and held my hand and said. “ I don’t have a problem with whatever you do, I just want to be by your side and give you whatever support you deserve” I said.

This was not the first time that I was hearing him. I knew deep within my soul that there was truth in his words. The dream served as a harrowing prophecy, a warning of the darkness that threatened to consume me. I was entangled in a web of drugs and the ruthless grip of the mafia, and the dream, like a relentless specter, beckoned me to confront the choices I had made. I chose gang life because it was supposed to make things easier. It was an outlet for the resentments that always built up within me. The screams of my mother still rang in my ears. Her pathetic yells for help when that devil claimed her flesh and blood. I was too young to understand what was happening in our tiny house. I wa

"I won't do this to him. I can't pick him up from school with a gun on my waist, I can't fear that you'll be ambushed in a community or wherever. I don't want to sleep next to a man who took a life during the day and eats dinner with us at the table." "Love, listen to me, please! I will never kill an innocent person. I may be the biggest gangster in the country, but I won't kill innocents. You know me, you saw me in action, and you know I don't do that! I've never taken the life of an innocent person, those bloody days are behind us. No blood and no violence." He wiped away a solitary tear that fell from her eye and saw her swallow hard.

He knew Billy was into Rose so there was no way he could let other gangsters take her away. “Punk, loud words you have there. You have no idea who I am.” The gangster glared at Gavin, trying to scare him off. Gavin narrowed his eyes and swung a slap at the gangster’s face. “I don’t care who the hell you are! Get out of my face!” Slap! The gangster was slapped. “You bastard! How dare you slap Brother Leath?!” The other gangsters clamored. Gavin rolled up his sleeves to reveal his muscles and said proudly, “I don’t care if he’s Heath Ledger or Leath Hedger. Do you know who my master is? Leave or I will break your bones!”

"What?" "Do you not believe me that I want someone like you? A Mafia man?" I licked my lips, hating how I could have set him up to know he was the opposite of what I would naturally want. That night when we stayed up talking, I expressed how much I disliked the Mafia life. I went on and on about how I didn't want to associate with criminals and thugs but acknowledged that my father had always been an affiliate with men like Maxim. "I'm lost." I winced. "So am I."

and I don't have time to even think about the words that come out of my mouth, 'Marcus Fuckin Donally" Like every gang, they think they are going to be unstoppable. More like unstable. But I really don't like the thought of doing this, I know why Jaxon and Skylar want me to do this, just like all the times they've tried to get me to join their stupid gang, Marcus and Jamie Donally physically, mentally and verbally assault their newcomers, to try and manipulate them into keeping quiet. But it never worked with me, and now that I know they haven't changed, it makes this a personal vendetta. So I think for a moment about it, and then stare right in Armstrong's eyes, "we need a plan, have you go

I shrugged casually, downing the rest of my whiskey at a go. "So," She sat up, a warm, assuring smile descending on her face. "Tell me about yourself, Jaxon." She inquired softly, her eyes searching mine. Yeah, we are really doing this. "Jaxon Gray. Twenty-nine, soon to be thirty in a few months. I am…uh…a businessman…" My voice trailed off, intentionally leaving out the part where I was the biggest crime lord in the country.

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.

I was speaking to a sissy boy. “Look, I want to be a Mastermind like you. I want to do heists. Rob banks. I need money, bro.” he said, “I know you are also not going to further your studies. I want to join your gang, but I don’t want to be a thug, my intelligence doesn’t allow me. I want to be a Mastermind like you. I want to be rich like you. Can you help me?”