Nama Gangster Novels & Stories

The aura around this guy was strangely familiar. “I thought you would have figured out by now. Or, do you want a proper introduction?” The guy asked. I frowned, that voice. Exactly like the police officer’s from the casino. “His name is Jake, Jake De Walter.” Bennile said and he seemed to be all smiles. “Jake De Walter...” I cocked a brow at him,“... you must be the police officer that came into my casino that night. It’s not like I don’t know you are a gangster.

He enjoyed his meal by himself. That gangster kicked the male classmate, and he fell down on the floor. The gangster spat coldly, “What a stupid b*stard! Do you even know who the hell I am? Besides, we know very well that those who know how to act prudently and sensibly are…” “Great men…” Another gangster continued. “Yes, that’s right! He doesn’t even dare to act smug in front of me. How dare you talk nonsense here! Who the hell are you?”

“Who’s Sammy Fong?” “We don’t know if that’s his real name. He’s a FOB, no legal ID. But what’s the diff? Everybody changes their name when they get here, anyway. On the books, he’s a dish dog at Mappow’s, but he’s not pulling enough shifts there to support himself. Just enough to make connections with bangers who drop in for tiger meals.” He’s referring to the free meals gangsters pick up at local restaurants when they aren’t delivering a mandarin tree in return for a heavy cash donation. “We’ve tailed him and confirmed that his real income is stitched together from a variety of Ghost Shadows activities. Not sure if he’s been initiated yet or if he’s still trying to prove himself. Anyway, h

No evidence no crime and therefore it did look like harrasment and profiling. They’re ran by a man they call ‘ Carnage’ real name Daniel Walters , his father ran the club before him and his father before that. But he was more ruthless , more destructive; he was exactly what his nickname described him as. But he was also fucking smart under his watch. Not one of his guys has ever fucked up. Not one of them ever convicted or sloppy enough to leave a trace of evidence behind under his rule they had become untouchable. I remember seeing his picture in the station , they were all up on the wall. They wanted every cop to know their names , memorise every detail about them. They were just waiting t

The guy says. “What are you going to do? Call the rest of your gang members. Bring it on! My men and I have been looking for some action all night,” I smile. My hands were behind my back. I was holding my hat. I take my hat out from behind my back and put on my hat. It is the typical Italian mafia hat. “His name is Tommy Baxter and his whore is Mary Carter. The guys they want to go is their gang members, but you have to be on the watch out as they are also policemen that work with them,” Leandra says when she comes to stand next to me.

Seven years later, I returned to Ros Aegeles and saw Lucas again. With the Lionel family’s help, he became the capo of Cosa, the Ros Aegeles branch of the Lenza Group. It was the biggest gang in Ameria. Lucas was at a grand villa that belonged to the Lenza Group’s capo. He stood at the center of the crowd with Chloe in his arms. Her flawless makeup and beautiful dress highlighted her beauty while Lucas enjoyed the admiration of his subordinates and fellow branch leaders.

Janet furrowed her brow in curiosity as she heard the name of the Irish Mafia, Nicholas Cahill, another notorious gangster and mafia figure linked to the diamond business, who had instilled fear in people across the United States. “Rohman Mehra? That Indian sharpshooter? Looks like you’re really impressed with him, but we’re not too fond of Indians.” Nicholas chuckled on the other end. “It’s not easy to join the Scorpions, Sebastian. He’s just a sharpshooter; mafia runs in our veins, making us royalty!”

" he said while taking his gun out of this holster My eyes went to his gun, I could feel the sweat on the back of my neck. He stood up and grabbed my chin, "look me in the eyes doll and tell me who you saw" he said. I looked him in the eyes and pointed to the man that stood beside the table. JAMES POV. One thing we don't stand for in the Russo Italian Mafia is rape and killing of women, unless they are witnesses. We do drugs, Murders and other organized crimes. We defend women who have been raped, and send the fuckers who rape women to hell.

The counselor was completely inclined to convince Don Bianchi that this was a delicate situation. The Bianchi family was religious, however, the main businesses were focused on extortion networks, smuggling, illegal gambling and arms trafficking, so friendships with important people were essential to business. The Bianchi were leaders admired and feared by everyone around them, from employees to neighborhood residents. To fame was given thanks to the strict codes of conduct of the Sicilian family, the main one of them was to brutally execute their enemies and traitors. "May I ask why you’re speaking?" Enrico sat down on the sofa.

"Do you know the names of the gangs?" "No. I never learned them." He smacked his palm to his forehead and sighed. "Sunny?" "Yes, boss?" She sat up straight. "Wanna tell her the names?" "Sure." She nodded. "Snakes and Lions." "Thank you. Now Laura, can you guess which one we are?" "Wait you're all in a gang?" I blurted. All eyes fell on me. Then everyone started giggling, except Bran whose eyes were dead serious and pleading for me to get this right.