روايات وقصص ضمن Novel Suamiku Ketua Gangster

I asked, “What is all this?, Is Vincent some sort of prince or what?” She asked, I didn't know if I should tell her “He is stinking rich and paranoid. What is he?” She asked, I had already noticed Taylor was a curious and Sharp person, this was probably going to bother her the whole night so I decided to tell her “I think he is drug lord, he is probably a leader of a cartel” I told her, Taylor didn't seem surprised “I thought so. There is just so much I want to ask him about Kelvin. Do you think he will talk to us tomorrow?” She asked

He underestimated me. “I have information that will interest you boss.” He quickly said. He must’ve noticed my hand lingering on the gun beside me. “What makes you think I want to listen to you?” I raised my eyebrow. “Everyone in the underground is talking about it. A book.” He takes a deep breath, “There’s a book that has all the secrets of all the gangs in the city. Even that of El Alma.” The mere mention of the top mafia group in Chicago grabs my attention. Even though it was mostly non-existent and hidden, El Alma remained the biggest mafia group to ever exist. It’s been around since my father was still a boy.

She sank back into her chair with a defeated look on her face. “ Hmm, what about the Mafia man who owns that Lickety Splitz club where you work on Tuesdays?” Sasha asked now attentive Petra. “Maybe you could meet him to lend you the money, I'm sure he would. Twenty thousand dollars isn't that much of a big deal to rich people like that.” “You are the best, Sasha! I knew I could always count on you when I need advice” Petra was squealing with excitement. Sasha was her best friend. They grew up together and had been friends for as long as she could remember, and her advice had never been wrong.

It was too quiet for my liking. Sol would definitely prefer it this way. That’s why my babbo wanted him to lead the family. Babbo was named the Mafia King. Sol took over when he died and now… there’s me. A woman who is leading one of the world’s biggest mafia. After making people know that the king was actually a queen, I thought for sure someone would dare come after me. Perhaps I have instilled fear too much after wiping out those scums. “What’s with that sigh, Cara?”

The mafia side built empires on the things those systems couldn't see. By 7:45 I was in the Maybach again, heading to the Bronx warehouse. Marco drove silent. I scrolled messages ,rival moves in Queens, a shipment delay in Jersey, a name I hadn't heard in years Enzo Bianchi surfacing in whispers.I closed the tablet. Some ghosts you didn't chase. You waited for them to come to you.Warehouse district smelled of rust and salt water. Luca waited outside the loading dock, cigarette between his fingers."Boss," he said, falling in step. "Everything's accounted for. No leaks.""Good."Inside crates stacked high, men in black jackets unloading discreetly. I walked the rows, checking seals. One crate h

“Why would I give you a euro? Who the fuck are you?” This guy really was new to the game. “The Skull King.” His eyes narrowed, like he recognized the title but wasn’t quite aware of its meaning. “I’m the leader of the Skull Kings. We’re an underground operation that’s involved in everything, drugs, trafficking, arms dealing, you name it. It’s my job to keep the peace in this country by controlling the chaos. Your drugs have grown in popularity, and you’re becoming one of the biggest producers in the hemisphere. When you were a small fish, you weren’t worth my time. But now, you’re a shark—and I have to tame you. So, twenty percent.”

"You dumbass. He's part of the mafia, for Christ's sake. Are you stupid? DeLuca is the largest Family in Rhode Island. Shit. How come you didn't know that? Doesn't your brother and parents work for him? And what the hell are you doing talking to him?" "Part of the mafia?" I repeated, feeling sick. "Part? No! What part of boss don't you understand? DeLuca isn't part of the mafia, he is the mafia. Shit, Jude, for being one of the smartest kids in our school, you sure are stupid." "Well…fuck…" I was starting to sound like Rhys.

He kissed his little sister's forehead and walked to his room to sleep. Maahi on the other hand went to her room and started rummaging her luggage that had been hauled there, with a purpose. It must be done right away. Bhaiya wouldn't like it if he sees it! . . . . . Smoke. Of the three nightclubs that Vaghela's owned, the businesses where Vaghelas laundered more than half of their wealth, Smoke was under Samar Jagtap's control, with the partial partnership. Samar was the mafia kingpin Lala Amarnath Vaghela's, who was Kunal and Maahi's paternal grandfather, protege. At least, that was the belief of the public at large. In reality, he was a force of destiny whom Lalaji could not contain and h

One of the man says, as soon as he wakes from his unconscious state. "What do you want with him?" Micah ask. "He owes us money, we just came to collect. That's all." I roll my eyes at his weak and pathetic lie. Micah fold his arms and look at the men. "Of course that's all you want and I wasn't the son and brother of two ruthless Mafia leaders. Do you think it is that easy to deceive me? My neice already paid Stefan's debt and the only way out of your silly gang is deäth, so here is what we'll do. We, meaning my brother and I will burn this building down with your bodies bound to the chair. The next option is, you can take whatever money my niece had given you and never show your face again

“It’s mine. Dad’s got business in New York, which means I’m handling it here. And you don’t get to fly off the cuff just because you think one of the family members can’t handle themselves. It was unnecessary and reckless.” HJ narrowed his eyes and stood up slowly, on his own time. He straightened, and I felt them all shrink back, even if it was just a slight recoil. Sebastian was the firstborn son of the Italian mob boss. He’d seen and experienced a gruesome, bloody life. But most of that blood had been spilled by HJ.