Story About Gangster Novels & Stories

Ace De Santis "So you are telling me some asshole has all evidence needed to toss me in jail for the rest of my life?" I yelled, glancing at the man. "Not only yours, boss. But another Mafia family as well." He replied. I could see the sweat forming up on his forehead. Knowing he was scared made me feel content. "Their name?" "Hale, sir." Interesting.

I sat down as he took the seat next to me with Cody behind me and the other men on the other side of the table. After what seemed like hours of talking, I finally knew what he was really into. He is into trafficking drugs, prostitution, and money. He would get the money, make it clean and sell it for three times what it was worth. The drugs, well, he sold them for a much higher amount and apparently had someone at the harbor who collected his shipments. I was shocked. This whole time, I was with one of the biggest gangsters and my father's rival. I should have known. I was getting the hell away from him even if my life depended on it. All of a sudden, the doors burst open and two people walk

Romano's hand flew up to her mouth. "Oh my, w-what is that?" Antonio abruptly stood up and stomped one foot onto the chair. "That's a mark of the mafia. A friend of mine who used to be in the mafia told me only members who've spilled blood earn a scar like that." Spittle flying, he pointed at my nose and cursed, "Enzo Moretti, you'd better come clean—have you done time before? Did you get that scar in a mob fight?" I frowned and pulled my sleeve down to cover the scar.

Another one of the gangster came forward, his body filled with tattoos like that of a leopard. “Didn't he tell you?” I cocked my eyebrows, taking slow steps towards them. “That motherfucker stole from me, so it is only wise for me to come for what’s mine.”

We waited for some time before she finally sit up on the bed, we know she wanted to hear what we have to say "Sweetheart I was an orphan, all my childhood was spent living in the street, I was beat by the rain most of the season and sun destroyed my skin every season, I sleep wherever I find shelter, you can call me a beggar that's the best thing to qualify me with, and when I turn teenager I joined a gang we deliver drugs to make money back then it was a dangerous business but at least I was feeding well and had a shelter over my head not until one day one something went wrong, our leader was shot dead and the gang scattered, I once again returned to the street. I kept doing illegal busines

*** After I washed up, he led me to a room and I didn't complain nor throw witty remarks at him. “You can rest here, little woman, I bet the knowledge of your pregnancy should be more dramatic than that,” he muttered and I scoffed. He knew nothing about pregnancy. “You're probably asking yourself, what do I know of pregnancy, but I think I know too much, sweetheart.” I'm not your sweetheart. “How?” I asked, my eyes following his every movement, I needed to be strong so killing me would be hard if not useless. “Well during one of my days as a gangster in England, I murdered a pregnant woman-” out of nowhere, he brought out a knife, he stared at it, his eyes held excitement and curiosity which

Now his mafia army consists of 500 000 men, well trained to defeat more than 500 000. Mafia King Alexander was himself a fierce man who slaughtered his enemies and punished them without mercy. Respected and feared by his men and loved by everyone, he treats everyone equally, rich or poor; it doesn't matter. His father taught him how to become a good man before becoming a good mafia king. Everyone bows down to Branson's; no one tries to mess with them. But there is one country that never bows down to Branson's. Which is none other than ChandLand?

Although, I did so in stuttered speech that I suspected wouldn’t even be laudable to her hearing, she still managed to grasp what I told of. “Well, they must’ve been some low ranking members of a back-water gang.” “They are actually the most revered in the city. Their gang are into everything from arms, contraband, if you can think of it, they can provide it in bulk.” “What are we going to do? They’re surely going to some for us.” She panicked, but that much was to be expected. I tried to reassure her with the reveal of my gang’s name never appearing anywhere, meaning it was an aimless fight had bosses raising guns based who pointed the fastest finger.

she scolded. “I'm sorry, Bianca,” I paced back and forth in my bedroom, worry gnawing my mind. I defended, “But you know I wouldn't have reached out to you if I didn't have a big problem.” She sighed, “So what's this problem about?” “I want to know about a gang that has a star tattooed on their neck,” I described some no further details to her and asked, “Who are they?” Bianca sucked her teeth thrice, “Bad news. They are from the White Star gang, the fourth largest gang in the country. Their leader, Duncan was just released from prison a few months ago after he raped his wife's mother.”

“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.