Novel Gangster Novels & Stories

I've been misunderstanding him all these while, I decided to read books about gangsters in his personal library when i was still mourning my child to kill away boredom. Shockingly i found out his books are more of gangsters, I decided to read one of them, that was when i found out that gangsters don't fall in love, their lover are always seen as a weakness cause most of them are not strong, that's why he has been begging me to kill my feelings cause he feels he is not good enough for me. We are in this together from now on, I placed his hands on my and slept off on his body. Noah pov's

Unlike Brooklyn, New York, which is known as the territory or hometowns for Dons, Mafias, and Capos, Dirty Business Tycoons, Drug Lords and even sex traders, London, England, was a whole new world entirely. After staring at the magnificence and loveliness of the palace for quite some time, I had to board a taxi to my place of destination in search of a man whom I had always looked forward to meeting all my life and for the past seventeen years he had absolutely no hope of my existence. The man called Gregory Obika. Never again would I have to stare at the FBI or the annoying NYPD. Some gangsters in the hood dreamt they could put an end to this cops, but such dreams dare not come true or Arli

The gangster yelled, causing Nelson to flinch at the cadence of his tone. "You're one of the ballas huh? You here to invade my territory!" The gangster placed the gun close to Nelson's head. Nelson hovered his hands in the ear - face shrunk into a fearful state "No.... I'm here to see someone..." "Who the fuck are you here to see" "...s...Spenser. He lives here, with hi...." "Spenser doesn't live here anymore, fool" the gangster lowered his gun. For a moment Nelson tugged a sigh. And he finally had the guts to look at the guy's face.

I retort back. "Anyways, as I can see, you're taking the truth very optimistically, I don't find a reason to hide it from you anymore. Anna, these Red Skulls and Rivas or Cosa Nostra, they all are mafia gangs who runs the illegal trade including all the dirty work for example- robbery, drug smuggling, human trafficking, assassinations and of coarse abduction for heavy ransom." He explains me and to say, my ears go deaf and brain stops functioning, it would be an understatement. I blink my eyes quite a few times to make myself believe in what I just heard.

his eyes lit up and he looked at me in excitement. The Red-Light gang was an Italian gang that had power over a couple states in America and is also going international because they continuous make new allies everywhere they do. They are notorious for ammunition and drugs but most importantly, protecting their own. It is highly admirable and respectable, that is why when you get a chance to join them, you take it. Although they can be ruthless, if you play your role in the gang as you are supposed to, then they would have no problem. “Maybe but you should know I’m leaving for New York on Monday. The parents got me going to a new school” I said, suddenly wishing I did not have to move.

Anyway, that Ace is insanely attractive—" “Passed. My daughter is my primary concern." Abby stopped laughing when Rye scowled at her. "That cannot be said. Who knows when Cupid will strike you again? "New York is extremely prone to crime; why did the NYPD allow gangs to operate here?" And who is this famous group?" Abby's eyebrows creased. "I believed you had no interest in Ace." “Duh. I'm talking about gangs. What is the well-known gang—" "The Greeks and their boss is Ace." “Ah. Since he's a gang boss and you fantasize about him, he could be a drug addict, a murderer, or someone doing anything unlawful." Rye laughed and moved closer to the crib, where she placed his son.

"I'm sorry, boss. Please don't kill me." I thought about what Marco was saying. The rumor mill about a local gang trying to muscle in had been around for a few months, but this was a medium level shithead, running drugs out of a coffee shop, the front one of the most brilliant in my mind. Millennial regular customers on both fronts. The gangs running the dirty streets were little more than thugs, hooked on the same shit they were selling. This was a fascinating evolution. My thoughts drifted to the area near Sasha's apartment. Same shitheads. Or were they?

After the meal, we walked back along the highway, and we gradually talked more and more. I realized that he had run off alone to pick up an order for the goods to fulfill his promise to me. And then he was caught. There were countless gangs in New York. Each gang had its own established territory and business. But there were two businesses that all the gangs were afraid of, namely the firearms and drugs business. They were controlled by the big shots. On a day-to-day basis, those arrogant gang bosses on the street were cautious when it came to those two businesses. Without special permission, no one dared to touch them.

If your best friend and best crime partner was killed. Catalina switched off the tv and rose from the torn out chair. In the pitch darkness, she smiled thinking about meeting him. It was close . She would be successful, she wanted to be under his name. For the world, he was the perfect businessman. The youngsters worshipped him like a God, for them he was role model. But for her , he was " The Pakhan " . The face of dark world. Murder, Kidnapping, Trafficking and what more. He was the king of all. His cold stare could make a grown man piss.

The streets suddenly became busy, all the small-time gangs that were woken up by the knock and the note were on the road looking. The note was brief, simple, and to the point. ‘Deliver the case you stole or die.’ Each note had a Lux hotel stamp and everyone immediately knew who it belonged to. Yuri, the Russian Mafia boss. They knew he was not bluffing and also that whatever is in the case is valuable. Each one wanted to find whatever information they can about the case to clear their names.