Novel & Cerita Mobster Characters

Rumors started going around that they might target on taking over the Southside first That very rumor caused havoc among the people on the southside and they started distrusting each other in fear. Maybe I should leave this city but Mama's house and my coffee shop are here, I made a lot of memories here despite the chaos going on the other side. The funeral is near too so I can't leave just yet. Luckily for me and Lily, we have a close relationship with the bartender who works in a club on the west side. We get news from him since he hears a lot of people gossiping and spreading rumors or truths. It's true that the mafias exist but not on this side.

It seems that I couldn't get her out of my mind at all. "I will find you Miss unknown." I mumbled but the next second I was distracted by call. It's time to focus on my work. ___ I put back the lingerie in my pocket and stormed out of my suite. Black roll Royce cars were lined up outside with men in black, waiting for me. Their Boss , Caspar Mcadam, the money laundering Mafia King. The god of the American underworld. I'm the symbol of danger, blood and death...no human being in their sanity would like to cross their paths with me... I'm ruthless man with no mercy feelings.

But he felt he was more like a fisherman who drops his line in the water and patiently waits until the naïve fish takes the bait. Two officers escorted him to Esha’s room. The inspector’s eyes traced the length of the victim’s body. He circled the room and returned to the corpse and crouched down. ‘Navpreet,’ called the inspector tonelessly, ‘what do we have here?’ His eyes settled on the sub-inspector, a short, fair-skinned, clean-shaven man with a pencil thin moustache. What was striking about him was his enormous potbelly. It seemed as if he spent the better half of his time eating delicacies rather than chasing criminals.

In a dark and menacing room, a man was suspended upside down, his agonized screams reverberating as two merciless men relentlessly beat him with hot rods. Two burly figures in black shirts and trousers, each holding a rifle, stood guard at the door. A tall man, clad in a black tuxedo, strode into the room, his face etched with sullenness and eyes ablaze with fury. He was Andrew Anderson, a Mafia Boss known for his rudeness, arrogance, aggression, and ruthless dominance. The world quaked under his authority; none dared to defy him, and all lived in dread of his power.

Avri clicked on the blue-colored mob link. A mob boss by the name of Ramirez appeared on the screen, and she read the report. Ramirez was noted for making deals with criminals on the run who wanted or needed to make a lot of money in a short amount of time. Using force and blackmail to get investors' money in real estate was one of his specialties.

BLACK HAND MOB*** Stella knelt on the floor along side her sister Madison who was shaking with fear vivid on her face. Stella was very much afraid of the man sitting in front of them. If front of them was sited Viper. The Man who kills without restraint. The Mafia Lord who everybody in the Mob fears a lot. The Mafia Lord who's more respected and value in the City. The Mafia Lord who at the mention of his name everyone must bow. His face was cold and stoic. If only he wasn't smiling,one would have mistake him for an angel. He was perfectly built with a well carved jawline and a handsome pretty face.

Exactly how I picture mobsters to sound like. I can't imagine how he looks. *****

This made Alyssa even more emotional, as she was ignored by her former best friend. Without realizing it, there was a man who had been watching. He actually wanted to help Jessica, but he was not fast enough. But he was grateful to see Jessica again, even though there was a feeling of dislike for the man who was beside her. * Like the previous nights, he managed to kill the enemy and get what he wanted. His job as a mobster made him very feared, and no one dared to touch him. Anyone who dared to go against him would get a miserable, or not so miserable, death.

Moby had a terrifying aura, and no one wanted to be the first to suffer. Moby was rumored to be a gangster, and the community pursued and hunted him. He took refuge in the Beggars' Sect out of desperation and only saved his life by relying on their protection. Despite his vow to do no evil, he was rather violent and brutal. He used the Mountain Splitting Fist to be fierce and domineering, and he once killed King Romondo with one punch. Who would not be afraid of such a person? Moby scoffed at the situation and told the audience, "If no one comes up for the challenge, Circe will come with the Beggars' Sect."

He took a bottle of shampoo and put a small amount of it on my head and helped me in washing my hair. "Hmm. So how was your day?" I asked him as I closed my eyes trying to enjoy the little massage he is giving me. "Nice." He said. "It wasn't. You were angry, then later you fought the men. So tell me what's nice about it." I reminded him. "I got to fight, at least." He told me. "Fight? Are you a thug?" "No, I am a mobster and I derive pleasure from it." He confessed.