Novel & Cerita Story About Gangster

Destros said. Bargaining with him would let him know that Nightingale meant more to me than a one night stand. If I agreed to this, he wouldn’t hand her over, he would make more ridiculous demands till he was satisfied. I know how gangsters worked. I was part of the mafia now, but once upon a time, I had been a mere gangster too. Besides, the mafia was really just an upgraded style of gangster life.

My fingers tighten around the phone as I stare at her message, trying to make sense of it. She’s scared. Or maybe ashamed. Maybe both. She shouldn't be, not after the nights we've spent together. So that’s it? - Liam I type, my frustration seeping through. You don’t want to be seen with me because of what I do?” - Liam Her response is instant this time. I don’t hang out with boys like you, Liam. I don’t get involved with... gangsters. -Liam The word stings more than I care to admit. Gangster. I know what I am, I’m not naive about it, but hearing it from her? That’s different.

I went to study in the libary, even the thought of studying gave me the creeps but I wanted to- no I needed to get new information on this gang. This gang has been on the news everyday for the last 5 months, what was the big deal about them anyway? I decided it was best if I googled it, after all I'm not gonna find anything about this gang in books from the 1930s. I typed into g****e 'hunters gang; LA

Fuck all that bullshit of 'You can choose your friends, not family', and 'Blood is thicker than water', yeah right! Since I've got this degree and my money, I'm going to start a business for myself and move to a different city. Where I'm not known for being the 'dangerous gang leader' who kills children for fun, which is not true! I want to be known as Mr Rossi, the businessman. A new man, there's always redemption, right? Away from the crime I was born into and left to by my parents when they died leaving me with a horrible man at a young age. He's dead now, no point in wallowing in the past.

I could already picture a scene in my head, so I started typing hastily, hoping to capture every word flowing in my mind. “One day a small boy wondering on the streets accidently ran into a dangerously looking man. That man was notorious and cruel Triad gang-leader, who could easily kill everyone who stood against him. The man looked at the boy with his deadly stare but the boy was not scared of him. The little man raised his head and glared back at the fearsome man. It was obvious to everyone around that the kid is about to die… but unexpectedly, the gang leader laughed. He admired the kid’s courage and decided to make him his own son…” Although, I already knew similar stories from movies a

Razor "Who are we going after for this, boss?" One of my older members asks. I currently can't talk, since I had my throat stitched up. So here I sit in a hospital, a "victim" of gang violence. I wasn't about to fess to being the leader of one of the gangs. Both those killed each other according to the story I wrote and signed for the police and the federal agents. Amongst the feds, I swear I saw none other than the youngest Zen, Slater. What an exciting bit of juicy information that is. He didn't notice me, which is a small mercy.

She had nannies and a cleaning service and people who drove her and her father and Giovanni around wherever they needed to be. Gianna hadn’t even been aware of the gang issue that overrun the city’s underbelly until she’d been a teen. “I grew up here,” Dante told her. “I grew up with people getting killed over nothing, being extorted out of every penny they needed, girls getting taken advantage of, kids being forced to do terrible stuff, and even worse than that. So when I was old enough, I decided that enough was enough. Some guys tried to bend my grandmother over for more money than she was making in a month, and that was it. That’s when I formed Mariposa. That’s when I took back the stree

It had to be a clean job so he could successfully break out and leave the country. With the money he stood to gain, he was guaranteed of a life of wealth moving forward and that was all the conviction he needed. Knowing the situation of things in the gang, he knew if he didn't act quickly, he was going to be left with the littlest share of whatever that was delivered. Why share when you can have it all? Gusto was one of the newest intakes of the little gang. After a life of hopping foster homes and settling in the streets, it wasn't odd that he got into some kind of trouble and became a part of the gang which saved him from being killed.

I rolled my eyes. Alfonso was a gangster; mafia would have suited him best but whatever. He was mostly involved in gambling and drug trafficking. He was known to be cold and ruthless. He had gained himself the name, ‘Iceman’, as he would show no emotion while torturing people who wronged him. I couldn’t believe they wanted me to lie to this man.

I blurted out, Turning his head at me, I could tell he was stunned like I was, "Babe I have a lot of explaining to do, this is Darb, he use to work for me, he is a gangster and I am a mafia, Jace... is also a gangster, I'm sorry, we will get out of this and I'll explain to you later,” “What? What the hell are you talk—"