Two Gangsters Novels & Stories

The doors were opened as people of all sorts and sizes exited the cars. They were all gangsters and thugs of East Province’s underworld society. The more senior mobsters, with some reaching their fifties and their younger counterparts, who were not much older than eighteen years old, were all gathered here. As far as one’s eye could see, the dense crowd of gangsters began walking toward Six Doors and surrounded the entire compound. Obviously, it was Hugh’s arrangement. This was what he was getting at when he borrowed the phone to make a call. Someone knocked on Tyr’s office door.

He pulled his hair with both hands leaning down. "I don't know yaar (friend). They weren't this cruel before. It all started when they came back." Arjun said leaning back and closed his eyes. "They?" "Yeah. The Frosters." Neal leaned forward like he is going to hear the best story of his life. "Although there were many mafia gangs in America Rendells and Frosters were the powerful ones whether it was eight years ago or now. They always compete each other." "Rivals?" Neal arched his brows.

It was a very unsettling sight to see. After around thirty minutes, Daniel nudged me and pointed at two men who were close to us. They were large and dangerous looking. He didn’t have to spell it out for me. These two were part of Taddeo's gang. We inched over to them until we were close enough to hear them. The men had rough, deep voices; it sounded like they each smoked a pack of cigarettes daily. “What girl are you thinking about having tonight?” one of them asked the other.

Being gangsters, these people should have expected to be killed, but at whose hands. And these gangsters are not good birds. Real gangsters aren't as elegant as Marlon Brando's Godfather movies. The real American mob is a bunch of murderous, cannibalistic, bone-spitting bastards. Finally, the old black did not escape Li Jie's chase, Li Jie caught up with him from his position in the heart of the direct blast out of a punch. A blow with internal force to the common man is completely irresistible. Old black

The two legs were long and straight, shining charmingly under the street lights. It seemed that the girl was less than 20 years old. Qin Haodong said, "Little sister, have you got the wrong person?" It seemed that she had run over here. She gasped and said, "Honey, you're kidding me again. Didn't we just sleep together..." Just as he was speaking, a burst of messy footsteps came from behind. More than a dozen gangsters ran to them quickly with steel pipes and short knives in their hands. The leading bald man was aggressive, and his forehead was full of blood. It seemed that he had been beaten by someone just now.

Aaron's guards come ahead to catch Vicente, but Vicente's guards block the way while coming in front of him. All the guards take out their guns and point each other out. Children scream out in fear, and Lilly also shut her mouth while covering her hands. "Enough is enough." Albert comes and stands between them. "Take the guns back." The guards from both sides don’t listen to Albert; rather, they are keeping each other at gunpoint in anger. "I said, drop the guns right now." Albert ordered while yelling out in anger. The guards knew Albert was the godfather of the mafia. So, they listened to his command and dropped the guns.

Each bullet was a statement of our determination, each enemy fallen a testament to our resolve. Amidst the chaos, shouts and curses mingled with the sound of gunfire. The room became a battlefield, its walls witnessing the clash of rival gangs. Our actions spoke louder than any words, our resolve unyielding in the face of betrayal. Despite their initial advantage, Mark and Robin's gang soon realized their mistake. Our training and experience proved superior as we outmaneuvered and outgunned them. They crumbled under the weight of their own treachery. One by one, their members fell, their defiance silenced by our relentless assault. The room transformed into a graveyard of broken bodies and s

She noticed Gonzalo sitting at the one-seater sofa, with his favorite guns in front of him, like everybody else in the entire estate who's alert and carrying high-powered guns. "Those idiots are the Street Thugs. That gang was founded thirty years ago by one of the most notorious criminal New York has ever known. They are violent people involved in a lot of low-profile crime, they were never this bold." Darryl responded. "Someone gave them the balls to do this. Someone who will benefit when the city falls into chaos." Gonzalo stated. Darryl knows that look well. Gonzalo is thinking, figuring out who is responsible for the current state of the city in his mind.

"Do you think you're so tough? Nothing but a bunch of street thugs. – The other gangsters spat on a slaughter that was taking place towards the street. Entering a restaurant that served as a meeting place for the other mobsters. "Where are your brothers? You're so into each other that I'm surprised I've seen you alone, Tombes. At that moment, the big gangster grabbed his gun, firing back at his attackers. - I will soon have help. The man said. "They're already on their way. The men of his enemies were laughing as they exchanged fire. Right in the middle of the gunfire, as people ran through the streets, while other officers were hit.

They all had their jackets open, hands near guns, and expressions carved from years of vendetta. Crates stood there like broken teeth, jagged and hollow. A few still smoked faintly, like they’d picked up the habit from the men now circling them. Gangsters muscled around them in slick shoes, equipped with bulletproof egos. They stood around in the ash like altar boys at a cermon, but with worse manners and better trigger fingers.