Story About Gangster Novels & Stories

Unlike Brooklyn, New York, which is known as the territory or hometowns for Dons, Mafias, and Capos, Dirty Business Tycoons, Drug Lords and even sex traders, London, England, was a whole new world entirely. After staring at the magnificence and loveliness of the palace for quite some time, I had to board a taxi to my place of destination in search of a man whom I had always looked forward to meeting all my life and for the past seventeen years he had absolutely no hope of my existence. The man called Gregory Obika. Never again would I have to stare at the FBI or the annoying NYPD. Some gangsters in the hood dreamt they could put an end to this cops, but such dreams dare not come true or Arli

Tommy cries. "Now, now, Tommy boy, we all know what would ever happen to my wife, if you got your hands on her, you and your gang members will have raped her and made her die a slow death. Do you think I will have any mercy on you? I have seen what street gangs do to beautiful women like my wife. It is too late for you to regret what you were going to do to my wife. Now be a big boy and take your punishment like you should. You see how I lack mercy. I have to admit, I feel a little sorry for you, because you did not believe that the Italian Mafia is like the Mafia of old. Oh, you gang members are so ignorant. You believe the fairy tales that we are white collar criminals, but they didn't tel

I said I need some time to think, but I want to take a shower and take off those dirty clothes. "You already know what you need to do. "Do you want to marry a woman who hasn’t changed clothes in two days?" Livia raised an eyebrow. She just wanted to stay out of that moldy basement for a few hours. "Let me take a shower, I need clean clothes." Enrico was silent, no one dared to face him like that. "Is that how gangsters treat women?" She looked at Enrico. " I thought mobsters were more religious and took good care of their families.

Angie groaned in pain. "Stop digging for information, Miss Journalist." Angie widened her eyes. This man definitely had something to do with Arok's death and all the tragedies that had happened and was connected to the Wolf Gang. Angie squeezed the man's wrist, digging her long nails in with all her might. The effort seemed to pay off. The man groaned in annoyance and his grip began to loosen. At that moment, Angie took advantage of the situation and punched the mysterious man in the face.

Her weak eyes stared at Vincent. "Why are you doing this?" she whispered. Her voice was drained and tormenting. Vincent smiled and pulled a seat from the other side of the room. "Let me tell you a story." He lowers himself into the seat. "Two men ran a gang together. They were best friends and did everything together. One day, they stole a huge amount of money that could change their life forever. But as you know, humans are greedy. The older one plotted and killed the younger one. Just to get the fucked up money!" Vincent yelled.

Even the old couple and their daughter were panicking, and they were already halfway through packing their stall up by the time Gerald and Raine turned back to look at them. Raising a slight brow, Gerald was prompted to ask, “Who are those people, boss?” Hearing that, the old woman hastily replied, “They’re this area’s gangsters, and once they start fighting, they don’t care about anyone else’s lives! Just so you know, some people got dragged into their mess the last time something like this happened, so you’d better run while you can! Keep the money and consider it to be our treat!” Naturally, Gerald was surprised to hear that. To think that these gangsters would actually duke it out in suc

"I won't do this to him. I can't pick him up from school with a gun on my waist, I can't fear that you'll be ambushed in a community or wherever. I don't want to sleep next to a man who took a life during the day and eats dinner with us at the table." "Love, listen to me, please! I will never kill an innocent person. I may be the biggest gangster in the country, but I won't kill innocents. You know me, you saw me in action, and you know I don't do that! I've never taken the life of an innocent person, those bloody days are behind us. No blood and no violence." He wiped away a solitary tear that fell from her eye and saw her swallow hard.

He did not hesitate to use the same information in his favor. "If there is no love, then why care so much for my safety." "You have no idea about the ego of a gangster at all. And so is a gangster, so much so that even his opponents in the underground circles refer to him with the suffix grandfather. Do you think that once they have taken responsibility for your safety they will allow any ground force to harm you? Your safety is not a matter of love, etc. It is a matter of his name and reputation." "They're not like that."

We killed their father and helped their mother get her life back she now owns a small coffee shop not far from here. Brandon Brown became our friend when we were about eighteen. He was at one of my father's strip clubs at the time he was drunk and worked for one of our rivals that night they took him out made him drunk and dragged him to an alley they were about to shoot him when Jackson stopped them. We found out that he told the boss he wanted out after they told them to kill me and unfortunately getting out of a gang once you are in a gang it's not that simple. He worked for them to put food on the table for his mother Patrica and sisters Sandy and Hayley no not my Hayley, his father was

Shayan's jaw was clenched tightly, his face a mask of cold determination. Though his expression remained blank, internally, he was like a volcano ready to erupt. The sight of the guns in the goons' hands didn't intimidate him; after all, he led a powerful gang himself.