White Gangster Novels & Stories

Iker ran a hand through his hair, visibly frustrated. "What makes you believe in his protection after his own men almost killed you?" Lizzy hugged herself, and her voice cracked. "The contract..." "Lizzy, do you really think Greed will keep his end of the deal? You must remember that he's a gangster, and not just any gangster, but the leader of the most powerful mafia in New York. Trusting him wholeheartedly, based solely on a contract that he could break at any moment, is complete madness." And she knew it. It was complete madness to trust someone so dangerous. But even if he broke his word, she wouldn't break hers to protect herself and her child.

Ethan was about to respond when the warehouse door slammed open. We both turned sharply as a group of men stepped inside, their presence giving off danger vibes. My hand instinctively went to my gun, but Ethan tensed beside me. "I know them," he muttered. "They’re from the Tiger Gang." My mind worked quickly. "From Liam’s blackmail problem?" "Yeah," Ethan confirmed, his voice tight. "Looks like they’re our problem now, too." One of the men, a broad-shouldered guy with a scar down his cheek, took a step forward. "Hand over the documents."

Dressed in dark slacks and a black leather jacket. Her father staggered through the bar liked he owned the joint. And he pretty much did. His gang owned this city. And Giovanni had been climbing the ranks in the psychos since he was thirteen. He’d started as a drug runner before his voice had even finished changing. By his 15th birthday, he’d earned the coveted white rabbit on his right inner wrist.

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.

He decided to pretend that he did not see or hear anything and kept quiet all the while. “Since you can’t get this woman, let me try instead!” Whitey smirked. He abruptly slapped the table and sneered, “Young man, don’t act all innocent and pretend that you didn’t hear us. I’m also from the Wolf Fang Group! You hurt and humiliate my brothers, and now, I’m going to avenge them…! If you understand what’s happening, scram and leave these women here.” Glaring at Whitey with fierceness, Fane picked up a chopstick and stabbed the man’s hand that was on the table!

Still tattoo advertisements and inspirations. "Ugh! For fuck sake!" I dragged my hands down my face in frustration. This was pissing me off. I was about to delete the search when a rather interesting link caught my eye. The White bear gang. The picture attached to it was what gave me the thrill I'd been chasing. It was a grainy picture of that gangster wannabe at a bar, a lit cigarette sticking out of his lips. I clicked on the link, heart beating frantically. "What the fuck" I exclaimed mistakenly.

He was not very familiar with this name. Ryan looked nervous. He had been living in Southland District since he was small, so he naturally understood the gangsters very well. He explained, “The Viper Gang is a group of gangsters that have gathered criminals. They are cruel and they commit all sorts of crimes. I Warren would be so insane to ask them for help. We might not have enough manpower now. It’s a little troublesome.” Gathering of criminals? Thomas chuckled. “Okay, we can take this opportunity to clean up the mess in Southland District.

I rolled my eyes. Alfonso was a gangster; mafia would have suited him best but whatever. He was mostly involved in gambling and drug trafficking. He was known to be cold and ruthless. He had gained himself the name, ‘Iceman’, as he would show no emotion while torturing people who wronged him. I couldn’t believe they wanted me to lie to this man.

I said I need some time to think, but I want to take a shower and take off those dirty clothes. "You already know what you need to do. "Do you want to marry a woman who hasn’t changed clothes in two days?" Livia raised an eyebrow. She just wanted to stay out of that moldy basement for a few hours. "Let me take a shower, I need clean clothes." Enrico was silent, no one dared to face him like that. "Is that how gangsters treat women?" She looked at Enrico. " I thought mobsters were more religious and took good care of their families.