One Day A Gangster Manga Novelas e Histórias

They knew that whatever happened next, they would face it together. Venna squeezed Amethyst's hand. "Let's get you ready, Nightmare. You've got a fight to win." The next day, at 10 in the evening, the air around the abandoned building was heavy with anticipation. This is not the first time that there has been a small battle for the lower ranks of the mafia. This is the reason why some of the people in the mafia get promoted, so it is not denied by those in the lower ranks who want to increase their rank.

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.

All at once. The first one. I landed a heavy punch. I could feel the teeth swept out of place. One after the other, they launched. Bones cracked, necks broken, and aligned out of place. In a short time, all 18 gang members are down and groaning in pain. “Who sent you?” I stood over the gang boss, a foot gently placed on his neck. “Da…” he groaned in pain. “What are you saying? Who sent you?!” I Barked.

“That’s what I have been saying. Why can’t somebody listen to me? I need help. I don’t know who I am or what kind of person I was. Everyone keeps telling me I did terrible things, but I can’t remember any of it.” “Well, here’s a quick tip: almost every gang has issues with you. Some will kill you on sight. I’d advise you to find the red door. They will be the one to help you.” He pulled something from his bag that looked like a mini drill. “You have one day to come up with one million pounds. Twenty-four hours. After that, there will be a war.” “How am I supposed to get that kind of money in one day?” “Not my problem. You’re the one who cost us money. Figure it out.” He nodded to one of his

Now Summer chuckled not knowing that unknowingly, they were sending the wrong signal to those boys. Ginga knitted his brows as he looked in front of him. His sixth sense suddenly became active and then he looked down at the two girls who were chatting with each other. He squinted his eyes as he threw a deadly glare at the group who also noticed him. One of them smirked as if they talked through their eyes. They were three while Ginga was one. Why would they have to be afraid of?" Ginga lifted his ajnd as if he wanted to rub his neck. He stretched his neck and then calmly pulled his collar down revealing the tattoo on his neck.

Since there was still time to reach home, both of them decided to make themselves comfortable and give their exhausted veins some rest. a/n pov Since time and water are precious. Let me use this precious time in making you all fall in love with the characters by giving their intro to you all. Till now, you all must have got the hint that the so-called “Boss”, is going to be the main lead. If this is so, then you all are thinking right! So, let us start with the main lead. INTRO TIME!!!!! Meet the king of the cold dark aura of the underworld. The so-called “Boss” of nearly every head taking shelter beneath the black and red painted walls of the mafia world.

A teacher beating up a student? What if Dani and Yuri would get a hint that her tutor's a gangster?

He passed by his desk lamp and gathered a roll of money he kept just underneath the drawer, and a small handgun as well. I wasn't prepared to do anything important today, and I was referring to doing in Andrea Tanelli. There was still that lingering part of me that absolutely refused to kill her, and it really troubled me to think about it as much as I did. Watching Mario looking a tad frantic, he seemed as if he was packing things quickly into a small duffel bag with the Italian flag on it. I looked at him with worry, thinking that perhaps I brought him all into this game of mobsters in the first place. He was the one person I could go to when I had problems.

Jordan pushed her aside and walked closer to Austin, looking at his face as he arrogantly sized him up. "And you know what I did brother? … I banged your wife so many times and damn! It felt good. Mh!! The only pathetic thing she did was moan your name when she spread her stinky legs for me!" Jordan spat, not realising that the brown eyes were now turning red from anger. The hand around the gun turned white. Right there and then he kicked Jordan ferociously…such that he broke the door and landed on the passageway. The gangster in him was unleashed… The maid gathered around when they heard something break. The sight before them was bloody and even bloodier when they saw Jordan fly above the s

I said. He again smiled, sipping his drink. “Why not?” “I don’t know you,” “You want to know me?” The way he asks that and the way he’s looking at me, I realize that he expects more than a small talk with her. “Well, what’s your name?” I ask. “I’m Thomas,” he answered. “What happened to your face?” “I got into a fight?” “Fight? With who?” “With my buddies,” “Are you a gangster or something?”