Peaky Blinders Gangster Novels & Stories

He knew Billy was into Rose so there was no way he could let other gangsters take her away. “Punk, loud words you have there. You have no idea who I am.” The gangster glared at Gavin, trying to scare him off. Gavin narrowed his eyes and swung a slap at the gangster’s face. “I don’t care who the hell you are! Get out of my face!” Slap! The gangster was slapped. “You bastard! How dare you slap Brother Leath?!” The other gangsters clamored. Gavin rolled up his sleeves to reveal his muscles and said proudly, “I don’t care if he’s Heath Ledger or Leath Hedger. Do you know who my master is? Leave or I will break your bones!”

It seems like Eric also want to take over the other gangs? A deep hatred planted its seed deep in Mason’s heart. If Eric is the reason Keith and Vale are separated, he will be his enemy. It seems like Eric’s greedy nature had always been hidden all this year. He had been waiting for the perfect opportunity to trap more fish into his net. The Black River is 2nd most powerful gang in the country after the Black Rose. Combining them together was a powerful and dangerous combination. Mason rubbed his forehead. This doesn’t add up at all.

Those who heard them could be easily affected. I felt a weird reaction being triggered in my body. Almost instinctively, I squeezed my thighs together. There were a few women wearing shades waiting outside the hotel room. Their cheeks were deeply flushed. Some tilted their heads back, breathing heavily. I heard that blind people had extremely sharp hearing since they lost their sight. They most likely could hear better than me. At that moment, a shrill scream pierced through the air. The women and I were shocked by the scream. While they couldn't see what happened, I could.

one of the gangsters yelped lightly. Annie reacted quickly and hid behind a truck. "Uhm, excuse me" Rose who just arrived sighted the six gangsters. Her heart skipped a bit. They look dangerous. "You are that bitch's sister?" the gangster with a scar eyed her ravaneously like a wolf on heat. "Yes" Rose gulped. "Hope you are a sweet little girl and didn't call the cop heh?" one of the gangsters with a malnourished body patted the pistol tucked in his belt.

With a shake of his head, Benedict countered, "How could I possibly do something like that?" Penny seethed at him, "You little creep! Like mother, like son! We found your camera, young man. That's irrefutable evidence of your crime! Are you still going to deny it?" The police officers took on a terse tone with Benedict as well. "We'll consider letting you off on a lighter punishment if you confess, young man." Benedict froze, confusion blooming across his face. A beat later, he took off his shades, revealing a pair of milky-gray eyes that didn't register anything. "But I was born blind, everyone."

Saphira did the best she could to explain what it was like being blind. One day, Xavier had a pretty rough conversation over the phone with one of the pack leaders. He growled and rubbed his face. “Xavier? Are you okay?” Saphira softly asked as she walked into their shared office. Xavier sighed before saying or doing anything. “No. Varian, the leader of the Misty Haven Pack, is threatening Orion, Lyra, Darian, and Diana. A few others have as well. I fear there’s going to be a war between the packs.” Xavier explained with a frustrated growl.

The elevator doors slid closed, breaking the moment. "Mommy, we missed it," Zia said, tugging her hand. "It’s okay, sweetheart. That elevator’s not for us," Jade whispered, heart pounding. No one dared to share a lift with the CEO. But why was he using the common elevator today? He had his own private one. Her knees felt weak. It was the first time in five years she had seen him this close. Her chest tightened. In the past, Zane had been blind—she had memorized his features but never experienced him seeing her.

--- Looking. Observing. Calculating. --- Then suddenly— --- A different set of headlights appeared. --- From the opposite direction. --- Several black vehicles accelerated toward the scene. --- Fast. Aggressive. --- The approaching gunmen immediately reacted. --- Confused. --- Uncertain. --- The lead vehicle stopped abruptly. --- The rear door opened. --- A tall figure stepped out. --- Adrian Blackwell. --- The future Mafia King. --- His expression remained unreadable. --- Calm. Cold. Dangerous.

“And you’ll do it. Because if you don’t…” He lifted the gun—not aggressively, but deliberately—and pointed it in my direction. “Your whole family pays for it.” My heart stopped. “No. Please.” “I’ll do it,” I rushed out. “Whatever you want.” “Good.” He signaled one of his men, who handed him a file. He opened it calmly. “Have you heard of Blackwood Enterprises?” How could I not? “Yes,” I answered weakly. I couldn’t see it, but I could feel a chilling smile tug at the corner of his mouth.

“In the park. I said what I had in 2019 felt insufficient looking back.” “I remember,” he said. “It was insufficient,” I said. “But not because of the blindness. Because I was alone in it.” I paused. “The blindness was real. The recovery is real. What was not real was the ceiling someone else put on it.” I paused again. “And I am going to spend some time being very angry about that.” “Yes,” he said. “You are.” “Not tonight,” I said. “No,” he said. “Tonight you just found out both eyes are possible.”