Novel & Cerita Nama Gangster

He leaned on his motor and began to read. Dear Gangster, Lucifer Cuenca, the name of the man who received and I am not ashamed. A lot is being stoned about me being a Psycho and Weirdong girl. I've been seeing you at school for a few years but you just talked to me too. I will never forget how we started talking.

Hayato said standing on a podium. " You should have known who you were dealing with Hayato ". Nicklaus said. Five monster trucks drove in speedily and the gunmen on top opened fired on Hayato's men. The doors of the truck opened up and gangsters raced down all armed with dangerous rifles. " Oh Klaus, you never told me you were involving your gangsters". Morgana said. "Don't worry dear, I don't want you to stress yourself you know". Nicklaus whispered. Abruzzi and Jai Mi lead the gangsters as they formed perimeters firing at Hayato's people.

“Mr. Calmar doesn’t show off. He is probably hiding in an open spot, waiting for us to catch him and deal with him.” “Then… Cockeye?” Eduardo tsked. “Cockeye is a pussy. I would drink the entire ocean if he did this.” What kind of name is Cockeye? But then, from the movies I have watched, I think gangsters are meant to have funny nicknames like Pencilgun or Dickmachine. I wonder if Alessandro has a nickname. I am sure it will have the word ‘death’ or ‘evil’ in it. Who knows, maybe his nickname is Evil Lord?

Her siblings still unaware of the tidal wave about to hit them. That was before everything fell apart. The embezzlement scandal. The lawsuits. The media storm. The betrayal from people they once trusted. It all happened so fast, the Narciso name collapsing under the weight of corporate deceit and public shame. Her father’s reputation shredded, her mother trying to hold the family together with trembling hands, and her younger siblings forced to leave school. They were drowning. And no one was coming to save them. No one… except for one name: Salvador.

Romano's hand flew up to her mouth. "Oh my, w-what is that?" Antonio abruptly stood up and stomped one foot onto the chair. "That's a mark of the mafia. A friend of mine who used to be in the mafia told me only members who've spilled blood earn a scar like that." Spittle flying, he pointed at my nose and cursed, "Enzo Moretti, you'd better come clean—have you done time before? Did you get that scar in a mob fight?" I frowned and pulled my sleeve down to cover the scar.

Their eyes were too old for their faces. “The target is Massimo Vitelli,” Carter continued. “Don of the Vitelli syndicate. Calls himself a ‘waste management consultant.’ He’s a ghost. We’ve never gotten a wire inside his primary residence. Until now.” I looked up. “You want me to bug a mafia don’s house by babysitting?”

After all, he had lived here before. Ningan Street was also a snack street. There were many shops and stalls on both sides of the road. In Back to Home Snack Bar, a young man in his 20s, with a fierce face and a bench in his hand, looked fierce. Three or four little gangsters with bloody noses and swollen faces were lying on the ground. "Damn it! Are you blind? How dare you act like hooligans in my bar? Do you want to go to hell?" The young man waved the bench and broke an arm of a gangster.

I'm familiar with most gangsters, so just in case. ''He had long hair, an ugly scarred face, and rough tattooed hands. Oh, and he was dressed in traditional robes.'' ''Oh, that's...'' Nikolai recognized the gangster right away after hearing the description. Yes, he was sure...it was none other than Hester Roswell's biggest rival; Satoru Miyamoto. He was an Alpha gangster in his early 60s and was famous for his drugs.

Carl came forward and said, "Who are you, and what do you mean the gang leaders aren't here?" the stranger said "I'm Lloyd, who's in charge of the gang's business," said the strange man. "Currently, the real leaders of the gang have disappeared for a long time... It's because of the three brothers," .

I rolled my eyes. Alfonso was a gangster; mafia would have suited him best but whatever. He was mostly involved in gambling and drug trafficking. He was known to be cold and ruthless. He had gained himself the name, ‘Iceman’, as he would show no emotion while torturing people who wronged him. I couldn’t believe they wanted me to lie to this man.