Second Life Of A Gangster Novels & Stories

Each beat faded, as if someone were slowly lowering the volume. Then everything I had lived through here rushed past in shattered, glittering fragments. Twenty-one years in the Great Wayland Dynasty. I had been reborn into this body before I could even form words. I had four targets. The System had laid out the rules with brutal clarity: earn Absolute Affection from any one of them, and the version of me in my original world would be cured of the terminal illness waiting there like a sealed door. Four chosen men, brilliant and untouchable, upheld the nation. Every one of them came to hate me to the bone because of the heroine. This was not the kind of hatred that sought explanations or apolo

All that I’d worked for in my life, all that I’d suffered, all that I’d earned, all that I’d given to this world, and that’s what I’d been reduced to? “You’re risking the life of a friend, you’re risking Eli’s life, to … what? Prove you’re a better criminal than the rest of them?” Marco’s knuckles whitened on the steering wheel. “Do you have any idea what it’s like growing up a bastard child in the mob? Knowing—proving over and over again—that you were born for this life, and still having nothing?” “No,” I said flatly. “I can honestly say I do not.”

He knew they had to have this conversation and had been dreading it for days, but now the time had come. "Yes, my love. I remember, yes. But, Cloe, many things have happened since those days. Paco and Janio can no longer scare us. I'm the big boss now, and I can protect you. Those days are behind us," he said. "No. I don't want this life anymore, my love. Many have died over these years. I lost Milla, love, I will never forget her. I lost years with my family, we lost friends, Shay sacrificed herself! We have a son now. I can't, love, I can't be the wife of a gangster anymore. I can't be a mother and a gangster's wife. I can't walk around with a gun on my waist anymore..."

"Who the hell are you guys? This is our patch. You need to leave now. Old men like you have no business here." The leader of the gang was Robert Sims. He was a street rat since he was small. He was an orphan as his parents had died when he was a baby. So he grew up on the streets and took it as his right to be the 'Billy Badass' in this area. He made his living off the people who had the bad fortune of running into him on the open streets.

What is he doing? “They said they’re already here?” he replied, unsure. Stan looked at all of us. It only means one thing. We need to be careful. Astra, no matter how good their intentions may be, is still a deadly group of the best female gangsters. Night Train glared at me. “We meet again, Stallion…” he said in a menacing tone. I smirked. “Good to know you can stand on your own feet now…” He gritted his teeth and was about to attack me when a dart with a yellow flag struck right in the middle of the two groups.

"You shouldn't have seen that. But then you have to, I want to tell you I didn't kill him without a offense. He's been going around hurting little children, killing and abusing his family. He's a bad guy" I swallowed and used the bed spreadsheet to cover my self still not able to look at him. "It wasn't me that changed your clothes, it wasn't me" He said, just as if he was reading my mind. "You've everyone for everything" I muttered. "It's.... It's one of the advantage of being a boss. A Gangstar boss and an CEO" he said plainly. My heart almost stopped beating for a while. He is a Gangstar? And the boss!? How the hell didn't I find out earlier?. That means, a Gangstar bought me, and a Gangs

Many individuals who had been entangled in the mafia's web sought a chance at redemption, inspired by Guida and Salvatore's transformation. Guida, recognizing the need for rehabilitation and reintegration, spearheaded programs to support those seeking to leave their criminal past behind. He advocated for second chances, understanding that the path to redemption was not always straightforward but that with support and guidance, people could break free from the cycle of violence and find a new purpose in life.

very stupid pact, and fed me eggs in my kitchen didn't mean he was anything more than a drug lord who just happened to love tailored suits. Damn, he looked good in them too. "And he sent twenty million to reduce the debt." That threaterous part of my brain whispered. "And he even softened in the end..." None of that mattered. None of that should matter. I shouldn't give a flying fuck about this man. Why couldn't I stop thinking about him? I needed a distraction. Something that was way bigger than Luca. Something that would put me out of this misery I call life.

It felt like nothing happened. What she had witnessed was a clear answer to her question. No more innocent denial. Mina had admit that what she had been thinking about her tutor was right. "He is a gangster.' ----------- The green tea cake in his hands puzzled Kian. "Your reward!" Mina smiled with bragging pride. Her eyes, her smile. They were beaming like those flowers that prettily bloomed in spring. The girl, who was sitting close beside him, was full of shock on her face at the bus stop earlier but now she's filled with cheer.

Olivia yelled at me again, "You burned it all up last night!" Everyone turned to look at me in shock. "No wonder she went crazy and set fire to everything last night like a crazy person, burning up a whole mansion worth millions of dollars! It was to get rid of the evidence! "I can't believe that she'd do just about anything to escape the law! "She's a monster in disguise! A life for a life! She needs to die for her sins! "What are you police waiting for, an invitation? Two lives that should have been saved are gone! Arrest her now and sentence her to death!"