Novel Gangster Novels & Stories

Who was going to fight for territory at that time, when the agents were just going to kill the former leader of the other gang, I was a great reason to be a smuggler? At that point, when I put my phone back in my pocket, continuing my lazy stroll and looking at the gentrified condos that had been built recently. And that's when that damn Gargoyle jumped out of a car parked across the street, in front of the so-called 'newly renovated condos'. No assassin was prepared for an attack by suicidal madmen with guns drawn. "Hey, I know you, the fucking bastard? Still, he sneered, quickening his pace to catch up with me.

Calista read the contents of the article looking for evidence, but all she got was how Fernandez made the company successful because of his hard work over the past few years. "This is not what I want to know." Then Calista returned to opening keywords about gangsters and mafia in the city of Paris. (A group of Sicilian gangsters have caused chaos and harm to many parties) (Gangsters are starting to annoy the residents, who is the leader?) Some of the articles did not mention who the head of the gangster was, but Calista did get one piece of evidence that referred to the snake tattoo she saw on Alvero's hand. (The snake tattoo represents a member of the Sicilian gangsters)

He muttered as she sniffed. “You want an explanation?” He asked and she nodded. “Okay. Apart from being a Xanders family and having access to wealth, I do illegal things. I do money laundering, large scale drug trafficking, I sell weapons, sometimes I go undercover as a hitman, and other illegal things. I am a gangster, same as Scott and we are a mafia.” He explained. “You work as a hitman?” “Yes. Sometimes I am hired to kill people.” “Why?” She whispered.

"They number at most thirty. Except for three or four of them, they're novices who illegally immigrated looking for work. But you know how rough Colombians can be. They don't flinch at the sight of blood. They don't care about exposure to the police. That's always the problem with novice gangs." Since the days of Prohibition, the mafia had always moved quietly underground. They extremely disliked exposure and didn't commit more murders than necessary. When they did kill, they did it quietly without leaving evidence, even disposing of the bodies. But gangs were different. Gangs sprayed bullets on the streets and took pride in flaunting their existence. "Moreover, since one of them is a relati

New York was no longer the dazzling city of skyscrapers and shining lights at night. In the past few days, it had turned into a crime-ridden battleground. Robberies were happening everywhere. Kidnappings had skyrocketed. Street gangs operating under the name of Nuovo Ordine roamed the city corners, hunting for prey. Even worse, women walking alone at night were no longer just targets of theft—they became victims of the lawless gang’s rapes. Even the police presence didn’t guarantee safety. Those who dared to patrol the streets to stop the crimes ended up becoming targets of brutal attacks themselves.

He swiftly unbuttoned the top of his shirt, removed his bow tie, and looked down at the table, no longer the overconfident man he had been moments before. Andrew didn’t wait. “Understand?” Carter nodded, a slight tremor in his voice. “I understand.” “Good,” I muttered, my patience thinning. “Now let’s talk business.” Andrew slammed the document from Fang onto the table, his eyes never leaving Carter as he leaned back in his chair. "There are a lot of small gangs in this country," he began voice steady but laced with authority. "Most petty thieves, thugs, and drug sellers. But four gangs control this city and beyond. You already know the Godfather is the mafia king here."

“Ayu, sit here, don’t just stand there,” said Jinu, patting the empty spot on the sofa beside him. His face looked so warm, his smile gentle, totally different from the rough biker-gang vibe I had always imagined. “I … thanks.” I carefully sat down, still jittery inside, but at least relieved I could finally take a breath. While sitting there, my thoughts started spinning again. What kind of gang was this, really? From Arum’s stories, Garuda Steel was supposed to be brutal, never hesitating to pick fights with anyone who dared cross them.

Taking a deep breath, she braces herself and opens the thick envelope left behind by her mother. Page after page, note after note, and Devyn realised that she didn’t know who her mother was at all. Eden Devynne was a popular blues and jazz singer in the 80s, mostly popular within the Italian underworld. She rubbed shoulders with the Cosa Nostra as if they were her family as well and was respected in the circles. No man touched her because she was the mistress of Luca Bianchi, the mob boss and Capo of the Chicago Outfit. But from what she has read, the Outfit had been destroyed by the Russians a few years ago. There were no heirs left, except for Devyn.

He would have been beautiful in her eyes if he didn't have an ugly personality. "Bitch", Arieon mumbled angrily. The man laughed and grabbed her chin making her wince at how hard the pressure was. "Listen here, slut. Watch who you're talking to. I am Gordon Novok, the Don of the Scottish Mafia and Newsflash, you're far away from Italy", he said and her eyes widened.

He still held my hand. "I know I'm a bad person. My hands and body have been stained with blood. Many breaths have ceased because of me. But there's one thing I can assure you. I don't kill innocent people. I have enemies, my father and I. But I will do my best to shield you from witnessing any heinous crimes because I will protect you from them. I'm a mafia leader, and I control everything related to drugs. I've tasted it, and I won't lie to you. Life, money, wealth are the battles. And I'm willing to leave all of that behind for a simple life with you. I'm ready to change for you, Felicia."