Nama Gangster Novels & Stories

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 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.

The gangster grinned wickedly when he sensed how weak Garren was. “Classmate? You better f*ck off before I f*ck you up. Do you know who I am?” Garren was frightened. He asked timidly, “W-who are you?” “I’m in the Empire.” As the gangster grinned, the flaps on his cheeks widened, making him look vicious. He raised his arm to display the dragon tattoo on it and said, “See this? They call me Dragon.”

What is he doing? “They said they’re already here?” he replied, unsure. Stan looked at all of us. It only means one thing. We need to be careful. Astra, no matter how good their intentions may be, is still a deadly group of the best female gangsters. Night Train glared at me. “We meet again, Stallion…” he said in a menacing tone. I smirked. “Good to know you can stand on your own feet now…” He gritted his teeth and was about to attack me when a dart with a yellow flag struck right in the middle of the two groups.

My dad used to love seeing this and I miss seeing it with him. "Don't worry dad.. I'm getting there. I'm so close to throw James away for you." I mumbled and sighed. I took out my necklace that my mom and dad gave me when I was 6. It's an initial of my name, I.X. Yes, my real name is Ian Xander. I chose to not me Ian Xander when I got into the mafia world and I didn't regret that. I can access James so easily since he doesn't know the real me. Turning my name in Deandre Romeo wasn't easy for me either but I don't have any choice.

Maya spoke making Sanjana scoff. "Stop being delusional, Numbers is the name of the gang that Kundan was a part of." Sanjana hissed. "The Numbers? Who are they?" Maya asked and Sanjana frowned. "I'm surprised you haven't heard of the most notorious gang that have their rule over the underworld and even mafia are scared of getting on their bad side." Sanjana announced making Maya's mouth twist in an 'o' shape. "They sound appealing, but to say that they had someone so weak as that scum in their gang makes me wonder of their capabilities." Maya mocked earning a wistful laugh from Sanjana.

I dragged his body out of the bushes, laying it out in the open as I pulled out a syringe from my pocket and stabbing it into his face as a sigh left his lips as his eyes half opened then he went unconscious but he said softly, “ Paolo.” He knew my name, only extremely close people knew that. Others referred to me as Capo. No matter what. I let out a breath, calming down as I walked over to the body with all precautions. I was finally close to the body, I knelt down beside it as I placed my finger by the nose and he wasn't breathing. He was dead. I pucker my lips, feeling like I just made a bad mistake as I pulled off the mask to see his face clearly but I didn't recognize him, I only notice

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!”

Iker ran a hand through his hair, visibly frustrated. "What makes you believe in his protection after his own men almost killed you?" Lizzy hugged herself, and her voice cracked. "The contract..." "Lizzy, do you really think Greed will keep his end of the deal? You must remember that he's a gangster, and not just any gangster, but the leader of the most powerful mafia in New York. Trusting him wholeheartedly, based solely on a contract that he could break at any moment, is complete madness." And she knew it. It was complete madness to trust someone so dangerous. But even if he broke his word, she wouldn't break hers to protect herself and her child.