The Gangster Boss Is 16 Again Novels & Stories

“He was at one of my clubs, drunk might I add, before saw me. He claimed that ‘Ezra D’Caprio’, in his eyes, ME, ruined everything for him alongside his wife. He started public shooting, and almost killed three girls at the club. Thankfully, the cops weren’t around the scene when we got out, and people were yet to arrive in full numbers. But I had to close down for a while. Now, I came here because if men are going to end up coming to Moscow to ruin my business, then I am going to have to deal with you.” “You’re part of the mafia, aren’t you?” “Isolated or not, it runs in our blood. I am Pakhan, or in other words, Boss bossov.” Boss of Bosses. “Or what you call a Capo dei Capi.” “Separated or

Luca picked up his own drink matching the menancing look of his boss. “Tomorrow works best.” Hugo stood up, straightening his jacket and tied up his hair into a bun. His inked black knuckles were imprinted with the number of people he murdered since he was 16. 16 years of being the head of the Mafia and no one could ever beat him, not if they wanted to live anyway.

Just then, we hear Neo starting to approach, there are two other voices, and a brief gun battle starts. I hear a thug trying to wrestling Neo down. “Look at this goddamn idiot. Walking straight into our hands.” “Who is you goddamn idiot.” “This is fucking hilarious,” The thug bursts out in laughter, “Our new mafia boss has the dumbest crew members.” They are creating a long enough distraction to get us in. “Let's go.”

"You shouldn't have seen that. But then you have to, I want to tell you I didn't kill him without a offense. He's been going around hurting little children, killing and abusing his family. He's a bad guy" I swallowed and used the bed spreadsheet to cover my self still not able to look at him. "It wasn't me that changed your clothes, it wasn't me" He said, just as if he was reading my mind. "You've everyone for everything" I muttered. "It's.... It's one of the advantage of being a boss. A Gangstar boss and an CEO" he said plainly. My heart almost stopped beating for a while. He is a Gangstar? And the boss!? How the hell didn't I find out earlier?. That means, a Gangstar bought me, and a Gangs

The first man spoke aggressively. "It's just a boy of 16 leading the mafia all alone, he is immature." Breaking a short pause the same man uttered while his eyes shined in clear anger and insult. "That fucking hot blooded bastard, he will cry blood. I will make him pay for today!"

All they needed was to get the lord of the gang and it was over. A group of the voltage gangsters appeared appeared from the stairs and Nicklaus men fired at them but another set appeared from the left and fired down his men. Nicklaus ammo was over as he pulled out his pistol and fired at the men. A bullet from nowhere hits the last man and he crashed to the ground. That was Abruzzi, his sniper backup. "I need five men down here". Nicklaus shouted and dagger quickly sent five of the gangsters to replace the dead one. They moved to the red skull chamber that was were the boss of the gang was supposed to be but Nicklaus chose to stay in his mansion.

I dragged his body out of the bushes, laying it out in the open as I pulled out a syringe from my pocket and stabbing it into his face as a sigh left his lips as his eyes half opened then he went unconscious but he said softly, “ Paolo.” He knew my name, only extremely close people knew that. Others referred to me as Capo. No matter what. I let out a breath, calming down as I walked over to the body with all precautions. I was finally close to the body, I knelt down beside it as I placed my finger by the nose and he wasn't breathing. He was dead. I pucker my lips, feeling like I just made a bad mistake as I pulled off the mask to see his face clearly but I didn't recognize him, I only notice

"Was that the way they worked?" "Excuse me?" I almost jumped out of my seat after hearing the driver talk. Had I asked that question out loud. Shit. Now, he probably thought I was crazy or some shit like that. Oh, brother. "Are people in the mafia bipolar or something?" I asked, not wanting to give in to the dumb passenger stereotype he might make for me. He shrugged, as if to say he didn't know either. "Most are, though. Horrible people. The only good one I've seen is the boss."

His opportunity came when he was eighteen. Giovanni Russo, a mid-tier boss with influence, ran an illegal gambling ring in Naples. Alessandro approached him, not as a beggar, but as a businessman. He had a simple proposal—give him a shot, let him handle the collections, and in return, he would increase profits. Giovanni laughed in his face. Until Alessandro walked into his club two weeks later, dragging a bloodied man by the collar—the same man who had refused to pay his debts to Giovanni’s operation. Alessandro had handled it himself, proving that he wasn’t just talking.

The leader of the gangster frowned and laughed then he tore the bill in front of the young woman. “What? You want us to pay the bill?! Are you out of your mind? We will eat as long as we want! We will destroy the things as long we want! You didn’t know me? I'm the leader of the Hymox gangster here in this place. This is also my territory, whatever this place had, it belongs to me!” then they laughed and mocked her. The young woman cried after she heard what the gangster said to her. She ran towards her boss, the master of Kukushi. “sir I’m so sorry,” said the young woman to him. Then she went to the kitchen.