Second Life Of A Gangster Novels & Stories

“I thought it was weird too, which is why I launched a detailed investigation into Greyson. After several days of tailing him and looking into him, I managed to find some information on him. Greyson used to be a gangster who took part in scams, abductions, fights, and brawls. He only got back on the right track two years ago when he opened his shop in the Western District. Since then, he has spent the years as a model citizen without committing any crimes.

You devil spawn' When i had enough money stolen off from different crimes i committed and killings for a local gang of men who wanted to control the drugs moving in and out of that area, i moved back to italy where i worked under padrino but years later, i still had not shaken off the voice of them all as they echoed off the same thing "You are cursed, you devil spawn!" I chuckled as I threw my head back with the whiskey in my mouth before swallowing, the burn in my throat leaving me satisfied as I felt something, except for the anger in my mind at Alvarez, at life, at myself

He muttered as she sniffed. “You want an explanation?” He asked and she nodded. “Okay. Apart from being a Xanders family and having access to wealth, I do illegal things. I do money laundering, large scale drug trafficking, I sell weapons, sometimes I go undercover as a hitman, and other illegal things. I am a gangster, same as Scott and we are a mafia.” He explained. “You work as a hitman?” “Yes. Sometimes I am hired to kill people.” “Why?” She whispered.

"Lucky for me, I was born with a silver spoon, unlike some people, born to parents who abandoned them." I couldn't help but think back to when Freddie had sat next to me on my bed in my past life, sipping from the bowl of nourishing soup that was supposed to help me recover. He had sneered, "Tyler, you're going to die anyway. Drinking all that soup won't change a thing. I'll just enjoy it for you; no need to thank me." I wanted to rip him apart right then and there—just the thought of him made my skin crawl.

" Enrico ordered one of the men standing outside. "What if she calls the police, boss?" "Give it back immediately." Enrico screaming. For a moment, Livia felt inside one of the American police films directed by Francis Ford Coppola. One day, she watched The Godfather with her best friend, but never imagined that one day she would be stuck with the gangster Enrico's employee returned and gave the cell phone to the boss. "Open!" The mobster ordered the henchman. Livia retreated when Enrico entered the cage. He reached out and handed over his cell phone.

"Yes Jam, You're the one on my list who insulted Amira that I will repay." "WEH ?! You're scary to me! I've been kind to him too!" Jam said. "Yes I know that. You did the right thing Jam. I'm glad I met you, Amira's luck because she had friends like you." He said, "How was your life then?" Charlotte suddenly interjects. The two looked at each other and Ely laughed. "How! Tell me! You owe us a lot of stories!" Charlotte added again. "Dear Gangster .." It started and Charlotte and Jam laughed. "I'm the son of a Gangster, Gun man. Murder, all crimes committed by Papa. But he committed a crime against his heart. To rape my mother Arra, I lived in hardship. Unlike Amira who saw a luxurious life.

Seven years later, I returned to Ros Aegeles and saw Lucas again. With the Lionel family’s help, he became the capo of Cosa, the Ros Aegeles branch of the Lenza Group. It was the biggest gang in Ameria. Lucas was at a grand villa that belonged to the Lenza Group’s capo. He stood at the center of the crowd with Chloe in his arms. Her flawless makeup and beautiful dress highlighted her beauty while Lucas enjoyed the admiration of his subordinates and fellow branch leaders.

Linda continued, “This young man took some questionable actions while executing the terms of a contract, which upset the other party—a notorious mafia group, the Dragon Gang.” When Dean heard the words "mafia," a chill ran through him. He realized that his unease wasn’t just a lingering feeling from his past life; it was something deeper, an instinctive discomfort. He couldn’t help but think of the warning from the mysterious figure he’d encountered in his past life, and the joking remark from his second son—“I wish that in your next life, every single one of your companions would be from the underworld—no decent people, no respectable connections at all.” At the time, Noah had laughed it of

He knows there is no talking his way out of this. I think about Celeste again, just for a second. What she’d think if she saw me like this, saw what I’m capable of. But I push that thought down, bury it deep. This is who I was. This is the life I was born into, and there is no turning back. I throw Eddie to the ground and nod to Travis. He steps forward, taking out his gun. Eddie startsto beg, but its too late. Travis takes care of it quickly, a single shot. Clean. Efficient.

I replied, returning the question. "Well, if it's because we'll be traveling to New York, you don't need to pack. I won't be taking my clothes, either. Once we get there, we can go on a shopping spree. Ah! I miss all that," she said, her gaze distant. Sometimes I wonder if my understanding of a gangster's life is wrong. I remember reading in some books how a gangster's family lives like prisoners due to the many enemies they have. But the few times I have spent with Nat, her carefree lifestyle contradicted everything I knew.