The Gangster Boss Is 16 Again Novels & Stories

"Some resented openly and when they threatened to resort to violence, the boss kicked them out and started to look for new recruits. During that time it seemed that one of the ex-allies had hired a hit man who wanted to get back at boss's father, and what best way to destroy the gang than killing the Donna."Julian had mentioned something about a hit man who wanted to get back at the family for some misunderstanding with his uncle."The man was caught by one of sir Edward's team members and annihilated soon after. The new recruits were easy to find with sir Edward checking their backgrounds and hand picking them and the boss going over their situation and interviewing them. The exiled members

Helping Mr. Gang Leader . Chapter 98: organized chaos . Gianna tried to give the most helpless, hapless shrug she’d ever managed in her life. “I know he’s one of my brother’s friends. I guess you’re telling me he’s a member of Mariposa right now, but I really didn’t know. I just thought he was some punk kid who thought his stupid nickname was clever. I put up with him for the sake of my brother. No other reason.”

He knew Billy was into Rose so there was no way he could let other gangsters take her away. “Punk, loud words you have there. You have no idea who I am.” The gangster glared at Gavin, trying to scare him off. Gavin narrowed his eyes and swung a slap at the gangster’s face. “I don’t care who the hell you are! Get out of my face!” Slap! The gangster was slapped. “You bastard! How dare you slap Brother Leath?!” The other gangsters clamored. Gavin rolled up his sleeves to reveal his muscles and said proudly, “I don’t care if he’s Heath Ledger or Leath Hedger. Do you know who my master is? Leave or I will break your bones!”

The two girls are twins and seems the same age with Sofia. Sting couldn't do it. "Let's go!" Sting yelled. Red is surprised at Sting's action. "But sir... " One of gang members tried to say. "Don't you dare question my decision! Now! Move out!" Sting cut in. The mission is now over. All the money taken has been sent to Big boss. Big boss congratulates the gang on a job well done. Big boss in his room... A knock comes to Big boss's door. "Who dares disturb me?!" Big boss yelled.

Smart woman. The attacker was mid thirties, muscular but sloppy in his approach. Prison tattoos crawled up his neck gang affiliations I recognized from my father's world. His eyes were glassy. Drugs, probably. Someone had paid him to do this, pumped him full of courage. "Castellano," he said, still smiling. "You and the bitch gotta go. Nothing personal." "It never is." I kept my voice calm, measured. "Who paid you?" He laughed. "Like I'd tell you that." The shank caught the light. "Boss said make it look like a yard fight. Said no one would care if a couple of murderers killed each other."

Each place setting featured the finest china, polished silverware, and hand-embroidered cloth napkins, all bearing a golden insignia that Jenny couldn’t quite decipher. There were twelve seats at the ornate table, yet only nine were occupied as Dolf and Lemuel settled into their positions across from them. The Boss was accompanied by his cousin and bodyguard, Salvador, as well as his best friend Paul, who also served as a secondary bodyguard. Seated next to Paul was the Boss's youngest son, Vince, who was just 17. Opposite them sat Luciano, Vince's older brother and the Boss's eldest son, now 21. During their drive over, Alexander had informed Jenny about the tragedy that befell the Boss nea

the gangster on the ground yelled in angst. "Friggin bastard. Die!" one of the bastard with a bald head unsheathed a small knife, swinging it at the shadowy figure's way. "Mister watch out!" Rose cried out in worry. "Hm?" the gangster noticed that a strong hand gripped his wrist. It was the shadowy figure. "Scum" the shadowy figure twisted the gangsters wrist causing the latter to cry out in pain. He followed up with a kick to the stomach. Bam!

To the right, I see some tellers with a big sign showing the fighters, the odds, and the bets being placed. “What’s up?” Terry Morfil strolls over from the crowd. His hair is thinning, and his belly sticks out like a beach ball. He’s not as tall as me, but he’s stocky, like he might have been a fighter back in the day. Definitely not in his prime anymore. While Nolan gives off a dangerous vibe, Terry feels more slippery, almost slimy. Nolan rolls his shoulders and reaches out his hand. “Busy night, huh?” Terry shakes his hand and glances back at the cage, smirking. “Business is booming. Let’s hope it gets even better after our chat.” He nods at a few other guys in the group before focusing o

“Well, our intelligence isn't sure because the last time we counted there where only two” “So there could be more?” “Well from the looks of it” “He's pretty powerful and young too” “Tell me about it?” “I thought cartel Mafia bosses were supposed to be old” “Says who? Haven't you read the godfather?” We both laughed Carlos definitely had a way making me feel at eased. “Now more about him-” “Hold on, why are there two different pictures of him?” Carlos stands up and points at one of the pictures “This was him when the CIA was frying his ass. His dad had just died he was barely twenty something he was making mistakes and making everything messy-”

But to them, my silence was as good as a confession. "Nothing to say now, huh?" Antonio weighed the bottle in his hand, a cruel smirk spreading across his face. "Pretty soon, we're going to strip you down and see what tattoos you're hiding. The mafia loves their crosses and their saints. I bet you're no different." In less than ten minutes, the roar of motorcycles echoed from beyond the yard. The front door flew open with a kick, and five thugs with dyed hair and tattooed sleeves barged in. "Boss, where's the guy?"