Novel Gangster Novels & Stories

He came back stronger, more powerful, and oofy than he already was and the feather in his cap was his criminal badge. Evelyn had never thought of Dylan becoming a Mafia and the worse part was that he wasn’t a simple gangster but the Mafia Lord of America. She was aware of the Night Stalkers. They were the most deadly and cynical criminal gangs but what was more terrifying was their leader. Each and every soul in America was cognizant of how ruthless and cunning he was.

So far the police were simply fishing and had no concrete evidence that tied my father to any crime but his lawyers advised us to lay low. I poured scotch into my glass and took a sip. The alcohol burned my throat on the way down. Neko walked into the Living room in a Thong and lace bra. “Welcome home Master!” Neko exclaimed in happiness. Nicoli spits out his drink when he saw her and the sight simply made me want to laugh. I watched as Nicoli coughed out all the alcohol he had breathed in when he saw Neko in her ‘Uniform’ or so she called it.

Gunnar mused with a pensive expression masking his rugged features. "It could be someone in competition with them," I pointed out which had Jericho and Gunnar both peering down at me with raised brows, "I've been on the force long enough to know that if a gang goes down it's generally another gang orchestrating its downfall. Maybe there's someone new coming up and they're trying to get rid of one competitor at a time." "In this case, maybe they're trying to get rid of two birds. That book might have records of the dealings between the mafioso and dad and me. Whoever this is is also probably hoping we're so distracted by this that we won't notice him trying to fuck with us."

She felt like all eyes were on her. A new place like this interested Mina that she did not notice she already got busy looking around. The narrow street was full of old shops. There were a lot of shabby small business establishments and apartment buildings. Liang St. was actually a neighborhood of small gangs, men's bars and illegal shops. Most young guys were gathered in every corner of the narrow street, as if they were having some sort of meeting or they were just spending their time leisurely. "Oliver Sung?"

No. "He's a gangster," she says in a low voice. "His family has been running this gang for years, since the 30s I think." 20s, actually. "He does all kinds of shit, trafficking, prostitution, you name it. He's a real bad guy." He should've just tried to become an actor, at this point. He didn't know he could fake concern, enthusiasm, and every other emotion so easily. "What?"

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.

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?”

I try to get up from the table, but the mobster stops me. “I need you in this business, love—espabilo—, Erick, I need you to arm some bombs for Gian Lucas's whorehouse; love, you will be my bait, I need you to seduce the new boss in charge of the place. Italian asshole stole my merchandise and I want it back.” He wants to bring down the night club with them inside. Damn son of a bitch! ********

I replied, returning the question. "Well, if it's because we'll be traveling to New York, you don't need to pack. I won't be taking my clothes, either. Once we get there, we can go on a shopping spree. Ah! I miss all that," she said, her gaze distant. Sometimes I wonder if my understanding of a gangster's life is wrong. I remember reading in some books how a gangster's family lives like prisoners due to the many enemies they have. But the few times I have spent with Nat, her carefree lifestyle contradicted everything I knew.

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.