Second Life Of A Gangster Novels & Stories

“Amelia, you’ve done well. You’re a natural-born leader. You have to be strong, to protect your delicate sister.” The dream shattered. I shot awake. The room was bright with sunlight. I got out of bed and splashed my face with ice-cold water. The woman in the mirror had sharp eyes. All the weakness, all the grief, had been sealed away in the deepest part of my heart during the long night. I knew better than anyone that the mafia is a meat grinder. The storm never stops. The second you show a crack, you get eaten alive. I slid my gun into its holster and strode down the stairs.

"What happened to him? He used to protect you with his life." Protected me with his life. I twitched my lips, trying to smile, but my eyes were completely dead. In my past life, precisely because he protected me with his life, I trapped myself in hell. Only to watch them happily sit on the wealth of a mafia empire. "It doesn't matter, Professor," I coldly withdrew my gaze, cutting off his pity. "I don't need his letter anymore. Please print out my admission form. I'm signing it right now." Once I got the form, I didn't stay a second longer.

Joshua goes to the room and phones Santiago, "run a trace for all of the killer gang ASAP.” “Sure, boss holding on the line. The killer gang wears a tattoo on their wrist in the shape of a coffin and operates for the number 27. Eight of them had been in prison for ten years. Their parole ended this year. The gang is ruthless, stealing work for the 26 and 28—the gang leader Achmat is 28. He never leaves the house, and this house is very secure. He also robbed a bank in 2012 the cash was never recovered. His net value for the bank he robbed is 18 million.”

"Why did you work for people who sold cocaine?" His eyes flew open. "Olivia. We're not" "Answer me and I'll reward you." He froze, tempted. "Reward me how?" Why the actual hell was he considering this? She offered a sly smile and splayed her fingers on his chest. Unimaginable heat spread from her palms and he groaned. "Should I keep going?" Fire licked his skin and he blurted a response, seeking more from her. A necessity. "I had no choice. I'd joined a gang called The Disciples two years prior for protection. Chicago's south side was not friendly."

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!"

Wife, kids, businesses or a good career, their own house and great credit scores. He was left behind. With the help of the connections he made from prison, he was able to join a gang and started dealing. One day, he had coincidentally met Jakub at a pool party where he was dealing while claiming to be the lifeguard. A gang war broke out in downtown Texas some time later that led to the annihilation of his own gang. During the war, he had sought refuge with Jakub. After the war, he gathered what remained of his old gang and started his own by wiping out a smaller and weaker gang in a smaller area.

He showed his dirty, crooked teeth and I grimaced. I cracked my wrist, “I will have fun for sure. It would be nice to break your bones.” I grinned and the guy raised a brow, confused at my audacity. It wasn’t surprising since he was the gang leader of this suburb, leading a bunch of wolves who haven’t even grown proper canines. They called themselves powerful because they preyed on humans. Smuggling, illegal activities, gang rape…the list went on and on. It made me quite furious when I saw the report. Basically, in the Underworld, criminals were sent after they were dead. But I thought it was pointless if they had to realize what they did wrong after they died.

They both began to plead for their lives when I cocked my gun. "Please boss, I didn't mean to do it" the first one begged. "I needed money for my wife's surgery that's why I did it" the second one cried. I stared at the third man, waiting for his excuse as well but he kept quiet. "At least he gets to die with his dignity," I thought to myself. Just before pulling the trigger, I reminded them "stealing my coke and selling it to a rival gang is an offense punishable by death. Be sure to remember that in your next lives."

I was stuck, paralyzed by the fear that had haunted me for so long. And there it was—the feeling of being trapped, unable to escape from the nightmare that had once been my life. Two Years Ago: It was my second month in this twisted world, and I was already drowning in fear. I thought I understood what I was walking into—I'd heard the rumors, seen the way people looked at him. But nothing could have prepared me for the brutal reality of what he truly was. He wasn't just a gangster—he was the king of it, a mafia leader with a power so immense, it seemed to swallow everything around him.

A fifty-year-old lean brat who uses his prosecutor wife to cover up his track of skin trades. He has a gang that drugs homeless people, stealing their organs and selling them. "Wealth?" Carlos chuckled. "Wealth is never enough for a gentleman. We all at this table would agree with that fact." Another tear of laughter from them. Bastards. They are all dying tonight.