Two Gangsters Novels & Stories

Victor's Pov I stood amidst my loyal comrades. We were a mafia gang, known for our ruthlessness and cunning. Tonight, we were preparing ourselves for a fierce battle, armed to the teeth with guns and knives. The air was heavy with tension as we checked our weapons, ensuring they were loaded and ready for the impending clash. The metallic clang of guns being loaded echoed through the dimly lit warehouse. I, being the main boss, stepped forward, a hardened expression etched on my face. My dark eyes surveyed the room, meeting the determined gazes of my loyal men. Their presence reassured me; we were a force to be reckoned with.

And they have already begun to censor the surroundings. Zach went first and pretended to have someone to talk to inside, only now there was a guard at the entrance of the Battle Underground. "I just have someone to talk to inside," Zach said calmly to the four guards, gangsters as well. The two looked at him with a doubtful look. "Who are you going to talk to, Dos?" Zach's name is Dos in Gangsters World. "I'll just talk to Uno," The four gangsters looked at each other as if something was planned, and he didn't make a mistake when they suddenly released katanas.

My eyes follow him, nausea filling my tummy. “Wh-Why?” “There are two big gangs in Los Angeles. Number two is the devils. Number one is East Angeles. You can guess what I’m about to say next right?” he says, his eyes analysing my features. “Your name is Angeles” I mumble, peering at him.

“Did you forget that I was also from the special forces? “Even if these people are Kings of Arms, you are still going to kill every single one of them! “Are there fifteen thousand or only twenty of you?! Go!” All the gangsters looked at each other, then let out cold chuckles on their faces the next moment. ‘Fourth Master Yates is right. It’s just twenty of them. What can they even do to all of us?’ “Go!” The gangsters all rushed forward. All twenty of the Dragon Guards moved in unison. Ancient steel and state-of-the-art firearms were aimed at the enemy at the same time. Boom boom boom! Loud bangs were all over the cemetery. The gangsters who wanted to get close to Harvey York were all lying

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?"

If Rayna wanted to flirt, she could, but I wouldn’t be hiding behind him this time. Hunter’s Range Rover purred beneath us as we sped down the quiet road, the city blurring past. He didn’t talk much during the drive, his hands gripping the wheel tightly, his jaw set. As we pulled into the compound, the air around us seemed to shift. The gang’s headquarters was housed in a converted warehouse dark glass, steel walls, and rows of matte-black motorcycles and high-end cars lining the lot. Armed men stood at the gates, giving curt nods as Hunter passed.

"Say hello to my business associate, Caterina. You'll love the man." The handle of the door turned, and the door creaked a bit as it opened. Business associate? Who the fuck was doing business with this fucking psycho? That was... that was absurd. But I couldn't be surprised. This was the whole mafia world, I guess. This was the kind of thing they did. I braced myself up, even with my heart pounding at about one hundred and fifty beats per minute, ready for whoever it was... until I saw the figure standing just beyond Alessandro’s shoulder.

It was a cool evening, moonlit, with the lights of Los Angeles just seen in the distance. Bullets filled the air. The dusty streets of this abandoned industrial park became the battleground. Two notorious gangs had risen to engage in the fight and battle for control: namely, the Giupere gang against the Vito gang.The clash was about power, pride, and untold wealth.

Shrieking and wailing in pain. The second and third came at once, but with just one gunshot, I killed the two gangsters all at once. It was fun killing two bird with one stone... I mean, with one bullet. “This doesn't feel like a fight.” I huffed and clicked my tongue afterwards, swirling my dagger with the speed of lightening. The dagger did no justice to any gangster, as it kept lodging and embedding in different parts of their bodies. In less than ten minutes, all thirty of the gangsters were on the ground. Some dead, other holding one part of their bodies, wailing and crying in pain.

she scolded. “I'm sorry, Bianca,” I paced back and forth in my bedroom, worry gnawing my mind. I defended, “But you know I wouldn't have reached out to you if I didn't have a big problem.” She sighed, “So what's this problem about?” “I want to know about a gang that has a star tattooed on their neck,” I described some no further details to her and asked, “Who are they?” Bianca sucked her teeth thrice, “Bad news. They are from the White Star gang, the fourth largest gang in the country. Their leader, Duncan was just released from prison a few months ago after he raped his wife's mother.”