Mobster Characters Novels & Stories

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.

Being gangsters, these people should have expected to be killed, but at whose hands. And these gangsters are not good birds. Real gangsters aren't as elegant as Marlon Brando's Godfather movies. The real American mob is a bunch of murderous, cannibalistic, bone-spitting bastards. Finally, the old black did not escape Li Jie's chase, Li Jie caught up with him from his position in the heart of the direct blast out of a punch. A blow with internal force to the common man is completely irresistible. Old black

He chuckled. "I'm the cops, Fremantle Michealson. And I can throw you over my shoulder right here and take you away, the entire fucking cops would support my actions." He said firmly, and that was the first time I looked up at him properly, fear gripping me. He looked even more.. beautiful after those months. Just two months. He had begun to grow a small stubble and his hair had grown fuller. His orbs seemed darker, angrier. In all, he looked glorious.

She hesitated for a moment, wondering if she was in the right place, but then her eyes landed on the familiar figure sitting in the shadows of the lounge. Leo. He was lounging casually, his dark blue shirt stretching across his broad shoulders, the sleeves rolled up just enough to reveal his forearms. A black beanie sat on his head, giving him a dangerous, rugged look that only accentuated the fact that he was the crime boss she’d gotten herself tangled up with. He didn’t need music or people around him to command the space—he was the energy of the room.

Someone is here, in my bedroom. "Whoever you are, you better show yourself." I commanded dryly. Silence. Who is this person? And why haven't they tried to kill me yet? What kind of person breaks into a mob boss' room and simply hides? I take the safety off and cock the barrel of the gun. Christ, I really hope I wouldn't have to use this thing. "You got three seconds before I unload the entire barrel inside you," I fibbed; I can never kill someone, "One! Two...."

“That's Aaric Bernardi. The CEO of Bernardi Unity, but... in this club, he's better known as one of the biggest mobsters. He has his own territory in Los Angeles." My blood froze. Mobsters. MAFIA. The word boggled my mind, but at the same time, it made sense. The way Aaric had so easily killed someone yesterday, the way he looked at people, his intimidating presence, his attitude of seeming to have it all. It all fits. The bartender got busy again, leaving me with darker thoughts than before. Aaric's figure remained standing there, his shadow larger than life. His every little movement felt like a veiled threat. He spoke calmly, with a gaze that was never really friendly.

"Moses is an old-school gangster who prefers fighting and combat. He sees himself as a hero, if you know what I mean. “However, Gustavo is different. He is sneaky and cunning, and nothing can stop him. He kills not only his rivals and the Mexican police but also civilians. “Gustavo is like a poisonous snake. He sneaks up on his enemies and strikes a fatal blow in the most sinister way. This is why Moses always keeps his distance from Gustavo. But why is he provoking Gustavo now? He must be doing it on purpose to stir up trouble." Charlie nodded and was surprised that Leandro had come to the same conclusion as Gustavo.

They were all tall, stocky men, attractive if you took off their dark glasses even when there was almost no natural light and everything fell into darkness and there was an indisputable smell of alpha coming from each one of them. -The only people you don't want to cross in your fucking life- Madox replied with a smile and turned to a man who was approaching them -, it's good to see you- The one called Fernando was none other than an alpha with a broad, muscular complexion and a scar that crossed his face above the eye. His short black hair was carefully combed back. Everything normal until one looked at the type of clothing that did not go unnoticed. What is this asshole doing getting invol

Dexter stepped out from the shadows, lowering his gun. “He talks too much. I'm Dexter, your botler,”he giggled. He was tall, tatted and good looking. A corn row on his head. He looked more like a play boy than a mafia. He walked close to me, extending his hand and i grabbed it, trying hard to hide my fear, my grip firm. “Welcome to the real mafia life, boss. This is just the…begining.” a cruel smile on his lips.