Story About Gangster の小説・ストーリー

“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.

“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

"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.

I didn't want to ruin that with sexual stuff. I bet he was into bad stuff. Like loan sharks-- heck, he could even be a mafia boss who liked blood and couldn’t get enough of killing. But for once, let the consequences be damned, alright? Maybe I was judging by his looks- "… hey, you heard what happened to Ice-T last night?" "Maaan! Dude thought he could play both sides. Big Mac don't fuck around. Gave his ass two shots and he dropped." Their laughter shook me and I held onto my bag tight. These boys were from the local gangsters around the neighbourhood and they were trouble. It was too late to turn back now, I was headed in their direction.

"You mean you grew up together and were close friends? But why would you guys ever do that? It's not fair at all. I mean why would you drive pleasure from others pain? Isn't that cruelty making the neighborhood appear to be an unsafe environment." "Just shut the hell out and bring your damn voice down before you get yourself into real trouble. I actually dropped out of highschool; but not only me, Bob too. Then at age sixteen we started indulging in drug and started distributing to kids around the hood too. So lot of vices on the contrary. Meanwhile, I really want you to know this one thing about Gangster Vegas. So that young people like you that are vulnerable can easily stay out of trouble

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.

… Riverdale, First Dragon Club. Inside the most luxurious private room, Juan Parker crossed his legs and lit the cigar in his hand. “The latest premium Havana cigar. Old Cain, try it.” Old Cain, who was sitting across from Juan, was fleshy all over with a scar on his face that looked like a hideous centipede. He also had six round scars on the top of his bald head. Old Cain was a gangster who roamed all over the world to commit crimes. He claimed to have practiced martial arts, but he could not bear the strict discipline of the practice, so he and a few other disciples escaped from the mountain. He then changed his career to become a gangster.

Sold To A Gang Leader [He owns her] . . Writer's POV *Mexico* Few minutes into their course meal. A waitress walked into the VIP room of Dilly. "Sir, would you allow me to take your son for a few seconds? For a VIP personnel like yourself sir, we are giving out free gifts, but instead of handing you what we prepared for people like you. We'll hand over the gift to your son, sir. What do you think?" The waitress spoke politely.

"Who the hell are you guys? This is our patch. You need to leave now. Old men like you have no business here." The leader of the gang was Robert Sims. He was a street rat since he was small. He was an orphan as his parents had died when he was a baby. So he grew up on the streets and took it as his right to be the 'Billy Badass' in this area. He made his living off the people who had the bad fortune of running into him on the open streets.

he smirked. "Well, thanks!" I started to get up, but he grabbed my arm. "Do you know how to fight?" "Yes. I took some classes...after...." I looked down at the ground. "Hey." he lifted my head to look at him. "I get it. You're safe here." Our faces were just inches away, our noses nearly touching. Part of me wanted to kiss him, but part of me wanted to run. I've had boyfriends before, always ended the same. Me getting abused or him cheating. I can never fall for a gang leader, I heard they're the worst. So I just walked out the door and up to my room. I threw myself on my bed and stared up at the glow in the dark stars that I've never really paid much attention to.