White Gangster Novels & Stories

We were sitting in her room catching up, we hadn't seen each other in two weeks. "Yeah, he should be here soon." Mia replies. Diego Garcia is our other best friend, Mia, Diego, and I have been inseparable since we were seven years old. Suddenly, the door opened, "I've arrived," Diego shouts. He always does this. He's a very dramatic person. Diego Garcia is a hacker for our mafia, along with Mia, much like me, Diego and Mia never go on missions. We mostly work from our warehouses. "Stop screaming, Diego." I scold him jokingly.

George Watson, a huge amount of money of twenty million dollars. "What sort of transaction could they have indulged in?" I asked Ethan, and he just swung the evidence away from the screen and faced me. "You see, Theresa, there is a lot about all these people. They are in a gang.” His sudden declaration got me hooked. "They have their transactions in so many ways, so many different ways. They are involved in anything illegal, and they are not ready to reveal everything to the public, but they are hurting the public," Ethan explained. But I didn't understand what he meant, so he noticed this curiosity in my eyes and asked again.

Rough, tattooed men with reputations for taking what they wanted. She’d heard stories about the Iron Wolves gang that hung out at The Rusty Nail, a dive bar on the outskirts of town. Five of them were legends, Jax, the brooding leader with a scar across his cheek; Rocco, the massive Italian with arms like tree trunks; Blaze, the fiery redhead known for his stamina; Diesel, the mechanic with oil-stained hands and a wicked grin; and Thorn, the quiet one with piercing eyes that could undress you from across the room. They were all hung like gods, or so the rumors went. Perfect.

Speedy insisted. "Mara? Well, my beautiful name doesn't deserve to be heard from filthy mouths like yours," Mara replied calmly. "Did you just call us filthy? You think we'll let you off the hook like yesterday when you saved yourself using the Owlett name?" Susan challenged. "No need to impersonate Mara. My mom said Mara doesn't fight for something she's not to blame for. She said Mara and her gang only fight bad people and help others with their tasks. But because they fight, they're called gangsters," Speedy explained.

Because they were deemed as the gangsters of the industry and not in a good way at all. It was on my expectation after all, knowing that they will be this dirty. This is what happened when most gangsters tries to enter a real business but still using their previous gangster ways. It was much more correct to say that White Star Entertainment Is still a gangster that only wears a new facade. Our talks continue quite late last night, and after that, Hwa Young decided to sleep together with me. Or rather we both doze off on the sofa at the living room. Coming the morning, I were the first to get up, thankfully I got up before the mansion staff started moving around.

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.”

All I’ve gоttа dо is gеt thеm at the rіght tіmе and рlасе. Thеѕе аrе thе guуѕ whо do hіѕ dirty work. Thе Italians wоn’t have a раrt in this, but every other unit in tоwn іѕ connected tо оnе of thеѕе men. I knоw I’ll find thеm іn the parlors оr at thе gуm. Thеrе’ѕ a rеаѕоn fоr сlісhé аnd thеѕе guys аrе іt. Whіtе or black, thеу’rе all оvеr thе Brооklуn gangsta lооk.

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.

The newcomer was the most powerful gangster in Brownsville, Drake Hughes. He was big and tall, bearing a striking resemblance to a comedy character from an old movie. As a result, he had the nickname Big Silly Hughes when he first started out. However, as he continued to rise up the ranks, no one dared to mention that insulting nickname again.

Then he forces a smile. “Lucas!” The man behind him steps forward. Boaz keeps his gaze locked on mine. “Wolf Gang. Who are they?” “They’re popular—up and coming,” Lucas replies. “They deal in the real stuff. Drugs. Trafficking. Anything that can be shipped overseas. Their former boss, Katrina, died a few years ago. They’re now led by her lover. Word is he’s psycho, but smart.” “And is there a weak link?” Boaz asks. Lucas tilts his head, thinking.