Two Gangsters Novels & Stories

Still, he was curious to know who the owner of that restaurant was, and in what way did he offend them. Soon, more than a dozen thugs came in from behind the restaurant. They were a group of gangsters that were under the care of the establishment. Some had red hair while others had green hair, and there were those with tattoos on their shoulders too. One could tell at a glance that they were unsavory characters. "Gotta hand it to you, you've got guts to come in here and have a meal when you know you won't be able to pay up!" A guy with gold teeth sneered.

Itsuki and Austin went back to the moon castle base, while Marcus and Ethan headed to the underground place where most of the gangsters were hiding. It was already night and the chilly wind blew on their skin as they arrived at the secluded place. It was an abandoned area and there were no other cars passing by. The cold dark place gives an eerie vibe which gives chills down the spine. The street lights continued blinking as if it was broken. A group of gangsters suddenly showed up from the dark area and appeared in front of Marcus and Ethan. They were holding sticks and baseball bats. The gangsters even looked like they were under the influence of drugs, as their eyes were red, and the way

He explained, pacing back and forth. Alexei Semenov the Russian don. He's a cruel motherfucker. I don't have anything against the Russians, surprisingly we are actually 'friends' and it's been like that for ages. Three decades ago the Sangrientos and Semenov's were at war with the French, so the two mafia's made a truce and defeated the French mafia together. He suddenly stopped in his tracks and glanced out the window. "Shit." Théodore grips onto my wrist and starts to walk, I follow behind and we both cross the hallway and pass a couple of rooms then duck behind the closet door.

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.

He reached twenty-seven and still did not get the diploma. He is the lead guitarist and lead singer of the band ‘THE FALLEN ANGELS’. Ms. Capa was the one who named this band. The three boys are not only famous at school, but also in other places. He was mistaken for a Gangster look because of the tattoos surrounding both his arms.

Hayato said standing on a podium. " You should have known who you were dealing with Hayato ". Nicklaus said. Five monster trucks drove in speedily and the gunmen on top opened fired on Hayato's men. The doors of the truck opened up and gangsters raced down all armed with dangerous rifles. " Oh Klaus, you never told me you were involving your gangsters". Morgana said. "Don't worry dear, I don't want you to stress yourself you know". Nicklaus whispered. Abruzzi and Jai Mi lead the gangsters as they formed perimeters firing at Hayato's people.

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 pulled my light trench coat tighter and picked up my pace, my face blank. Just as I reached the corner near my old gallery, a gang of rival mob thugs ambushed me from an alley. Fired up by the dark web bounty and the rumors, they took all their rage out on me—the discarded "ex-wife." "Beat this gang-war-starting bitch to death!" someone shouted. The next second, a brick flew through the air and smashed into my shoulder. I stumbled backward. Before I could catch my balance, a heavy metal baseball bat slammed violently into my back.

As one of them moved to stab Shayan, a firm grip stopped him. All eyes turned to see RV standing in the doorway with a murderous glare, holding the goon's hand tightly. Shayan's lips curled into a smirk at the sight of his friends arriving with equal determination. The combined force of the "Great Black Tigers" quickly subdued the goons, leaving them unconscious on the floor.

What could be worse than this? Then the door flings open as some gangsters enter my room without warning, making my place their home. Who are these guys, and why are they so relaxed? Are they tied to Caleb’s disappearance? This realisation alone makes my skin crawl. “Are you mad? Pour me some champagne,” one of them orders. “And a drink too,” the other cheers on as he lights a stick of cigarettes. I go for the gun hidden under the table, but these guys are roughly six hefty gangsters. How fast could I be to take out all six of them with my shallow pistol?