Second Life Of A Gangster Novels & Stories

After a week of recovery, I discovered twelve rogue gangsters who once had a bright future. With the trust fund account my mother left me, I secretly started building a syndicate that gave me an upper hand in the underground business and one that would protect me. I trusted these men with my lives, so I was wrong when I said I didn’t trust anyone. “He’s inside” Gary spoke immediately I entered. He was tied to a chair, his face swollen from being beaten up. I bent down to properly look at him, he looked so young and innocent. “How old are you?”

“There is no friendship between Mafias, figlio. Remember that. It’s either you stab them or they’ll stab you. Trust no one.” Trust no one but her, that’s what he wants. He buys a yellow balloon when he sees a balloon vendor and looks for Mariella. He feels joyful when he sees her on the other side of the street, sitting in a dessert store, and happily eating a Cannoli while swaying her little legs. “Here.” He offers the yellow balloon, hoping that she’ll remember it. Their first encounter is such a funny and unforgettable memory. Mariella just looks at him for a second and turns her gaze back into her Cannoli.

In my first life, after my parents' death, Vincent faked my death certificate and married Claire, leaving me locked in that warehouse. I was shot trying to escape a fire I'd set myself. He faked my death certificate, burned me alive, and married Claire. I hated him. And I hated Claire. I hated everyone who had ever hurt me. I tried everything to escape. I even stole a lighter from one of the men he sent to bring me food. One night, I set a fire, hoping to escape in the chaos. But the second I ran out of the flames, one of his men put a bullet through my heart.

The view from the penthouse always looks different when Manu is here. The sky seems clearer, the city quieter, the air lighter. Or maybe it's just me—for the first time in many years, completely present, without pain gnawing at the back of my neck, without Helena's shadow pulling me under. Today was the day I never thought I'd see happen. Roger was arrested. Manu was free. And we… we were here, together, alive. Daniel was saying something about deadlines and legal formalities, but my mind couldn't focus. I just watched Manu laughing softly with Rose, her hands caressing her now-rounded belly, the sparkle in her eyes lighting up the entire room.

DANI I didn’t know a life of a mafia made a decent living and seemed normal. Of course, they made a lot of money. They laundered money. They sold drugs and guns. They trafficked humans. Terzo was driving a 2024 Chevy Malibu, way better than the car I drove before I left my old life. As we drove through the busy city street, I thought of how to ask about our living arrangement. I wanted to know the mysterious Terzo Siciliano. I wanted to know his intentions on why he went through this great length and got shot just to take me with him.

His head turned to the side unknowingly. He already guessed who was it. But he was begging in his mind to be his guess wrong. But he was correct. As he expected, it was the person who raped him in his last life and made him fall into the darkest abyss. 'Clark!!!' Clark was kind of a decent name. But the owner was on the opposite side of it. He was a gangster. He killed and did disgusting things just for money and fun. William also got his help after paying a big amount of money.

"Exactly. He took the money, went underground, and reinvented himself. He reclaimed his heritage, but chose a new name. He started buying muscle. Formed a gang and tried to break into the drug trade." I pick up the tablet, staring at the eighteen-year-old Jonas. This explains why I couldn't find him. Why he doesn't respect the Commission or the codes or the history. He isn't Mafia. He isn't a gangster. He’s a bored, rich sociopath playing a game. "He doesn’t really care about building an empire," I say, the realization settling in my gut like cold lead. "The ports and the drugs are just a distraction. It’s not what motivates him."

Five years later, Time flew and several years had passed since that very day. As he'd pledged to himself, Matthew had managed to survive on his own. Well, at least he was still alive, although his life was nothing but a string of misfortune. He'd just settled into a new job, after the last one -a proper and legal job, came to an ignoble end. He lost his previous job, and nearly lost his life as well. It seemed he wasn't meant for a righteous life. He returned to his old ways, wandering anchorless in the street with no other purpose than to survive. A few days ago, after helping a young thug escape pursuit from the mad town folks, he was being recruited into a gang of robbers. This was the fi

“Highs where I feel invincible. Where I take risks, get aggressive, act without thinking. And then lows. Dark, crushing lows. Where everything feels hollow. Useless.” I stared at him, unsure what to say. “I’m not telling you this for pity,” he said. “I’m telling you because you deserve to know who I really am. Not just the gang leader. Not just the man who brought you here. But this—this mess.” He took a deep breath.

“Anyways, from there I took over the girls, bought them drugs, treated them a bit better, dressed them better. We became a menace, killing other pimps, taking their territory and girls. We climbed the ladder, got recruited into this gang. By fifteen I was a trusted soldier, still had my pickpocketing business and my pimp business. I felt like I was on top of the world, and was making enough money to get me, my boys and my girls two good apartments. We began dealing drugs, and took over so much territory. I didn’t care about dying. Every day I went out ready to make more money or die. I was ruthless, reckless, and hungry for success. I attacked many in the streets, wanting more and more terri