White Gangster Novels & Stories

He yelled at them. Cornered and shivering, both men responded to saying they had no idea. William . "For the last time, give me my money" he said nothing. William got upset. They said nothing. William nodded his head as he walked away, "Shoot them" Without second consideration, his gangsters angrily opened fire. "Papa papa papa" their heads came rolling down, blood gushing from their bodies and splashing all over the world. No one was left alive. Whelan killed them all.

They were called the Green gang because all they cared about was money which they termed 'green'. They were loud and ruthless. Their leader, a short Black man who called himself Dinero said, “Yo! Ash man! Turn yourself in.” Dinero wore green rimmed shades, and his cut off jeans where sagging from his slim waist. Ash looked him up and down before replying, “I'm sorry man, but I won't. I thought we were brothers, we run these streets together. All of a sudden, you're going to rat me out to the cops. You ain't being loyal.”

Seeing that things were not going well, Wu Ganglie nervously walked to Long Kun and stammered. Of course, he was not 100% sure that Long Kun and the others were here to support Zhou Tian. "Do you want to know who I am?" Long Kun smiled coldly and asked Wu Ganglie. "Yes, yes, I think you are also a gangster. To be honest, I am Wu Ganglie, the boss of the Zhanhong Company in Shahe County. I am also a gangster..." Wu Ganglie did force a smile. He still wanted to have a relationship with Long Kun.

“They are mere thugs. They molest the public and extort others. We may be wild, but nobody ever achieved success in the underground mafia society being a saint.” As soon as he finishes those words, the gangster attacks me. He has a tattoo on his forehead and neck, “baby Yahoo” clearly written in italic with worn-out ink. He is chubby and clumsy in his attacks, but his moves are lethal and deadly. He throws punches as if he wants to overwhelm me with rush and adrenaline. The man they put in front of me is built like a wall. Bare chest, scars running across his skin, eyes filled with nothing but hunger for violence.

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

He knew Billy was into Rose so there was no way he could let other gangsters take her away. “Punk, loud words you have there. You have no idea who I am.” The gangster glared at Gavin, trying to scare him off. Gavin narrowed his eyes and swung a slap at the gangster’s face. “I don’t care who the hell you are! Get out of my face!” Slap! The gangster was slapped. “You bastard! How dare you slap Brother Leath?!” The other gangsters clamored. Gavin rolled up his sleeves to reveal his muscles and said proudly, “I don’t care if he’s Heath Ledger or Leath Hedger. Do you know who my master is? Leave or I will break your bones!”

If you inflict enough pain on everybody, they will get sober fast. We take them to one of our empty warehouses. We use the warehouses to sell some counterfeit items, but nothing that can harm anyone. As I mentioned, we specialise in white-collar crime. We don't do human trafficking, guns, or drugs. Anyway, enough about that. We bring in the guards. I wonder if the godfather and his team are already on their way here. We have agreed to meet here, and I hope that they are fine. I do not want anything to happen to my father-in-law, because I do not want to face my wife and tell her that her father is dead. She just met the man. She still has a whole lifetime ahead of her to get to know him. As

I laugh manically at him, "No fucking way, go rent yourself an assassin" But he doesn't understand, "Dahlia, this isn't up for debate, I need you to do this, you also know who the gang is" he trails off, and then he adds, "Hounds" and I don't have time to even think about the words that come out of my mouth, 'Marcus Fuckin Donally" Like every gang, they think they are going to be unstoppable. More like unstable.

I repeat the question, having to hold the tears back just thinking about my father, now wasn't the time to be a baby. "Well with what your dad did, it's shocking none of your family caught on" the guy smiles, I look at him confused pulling the gun away from Morgan once again "your dad was one of the biggest criminals this country has ever seen, he put all these wannabe gangsters to shame" he smiles, but I shake my head at him my dad wasn't like that. "Your lying!" I shout, feeling my eyes begin to water as I spoke, once again the guy just laughs at me.

He is a man, a mafia man. I slowly walked over to the car. He didn’t look too pleased with my actions, but hey, what the fuck did I care? He was just a big bulky gangster man, a mafia man. I took my bag off my shoulder, slipping in, placing it on the floor of the car. He slid in, closing the door. “Belt.” “Yes sir.” I said sarcastically. “Sarcasm doesn’t suit you Kacey.” “Really I thought it did.” I said, strapping in. He did the same and the car pulled away. “So what business do you want to talk with me about?”