White Gangster Novels & Stories

Blood was pouring down the gangster’s arm. The whites of his bones could be seen very clearly. Parker couldn’t bear the sight of it and turned around. Finally, the gangster couldn’t take it any more. He confessed. “There was a woman. She looked around forty, she might even be fifty years old. Whatever it was, she looked suspicious and covered her face. She gave me a lot of money and wanted me to sleep with a woman. That woman… That woman was very beautiful. Apparently, she was some rich man’s wife…”

Brick gave the order to leave the bikes behind and Goldie along with them, despite her pouting about missing out on all the action. It was better to be safe than sorry and she wasn't going to come to harm on Brick's watch. There was no telling what kind of punch "the Zygotes" packed in terms of weaponry as they were a notorious one percent gang here in Canyon Creek and quite a nasty bunch as it were. Criminals, low lives, and thugs were what made up their ranks. it was also a well-known fact among the other M. C. that cooking and dealing meth was their bread and butter.

The gangster grinned wickedly when he sensed how weak Garren was. “Classmate? You better f*ck off before I f*ck you up. Do you know who I am?” Garren was frightened. He asked timidly, “W-who are you?” “I’m in the Empire.” As the gangster grinned, the flaps on his cheeks widened, making him look vicious. He raised his arm to display the dragon tattoo on it and said, “See this? They call me Dragon.”

“I’m not here for that! I only came because of the watch!” “Liar,” she hissed, her nails digging into my arm. “I know women like you—chasing after powerful men like Damien for their wealth and influence. But let me tell you something: he’ll never love you. Men like Damien don’t love. They use, and then they dispose.” Her next words sent a chill down my spine. “He’s a member of Santos.” My eyes widened. I had heard the name before—the infamous Santos gang, a deadly mafia group known for their ruthlessness.

Seven years later, I returned to Ros Aegeles and saw Lucas again. With the Lionel family’s help, he became the capo of Cosa, the Ros Aegeles branch of the Lenza Group. It was the biggest gang in Ameria. Lucas was at a grand villa that belonged to the Lenza Group’s capo. He stood at the center of the crowd with Chloe in his arms. Her flawless makeup and beautiful dress highlighted her beauty while Lucas enjoyed the admiration of his subordinates and fellow branch leaders.

Romano's hand flew up to her mouth. "Oh my, w-what is that?" Antonio abruptly stood up and stomped one foot onto the chair. "That's a mark of the mafia. A friend of mine who used to be in the mafia told me only members who've spilled blood earn a scar like that." Spittle flying, he pointed at my nose and cursed, "Enzo Moretti, you'd better come clean—have you done time before? Did you get that scar in a mob fight?" I frowned and pulled my sleeve down to cover the scar.

Shayan's jaw was clenched tightly, his face a mask of cold determination. Though his expression remained blank, internally, he was like a volcano ready to erupt. The sight of the guns in the goons' hands didn't intimidate him; after all, he led a powerful gang himself.

Elijah paused as he walked us over to the scary looking man, "this is Stanley, my closest friend." Oh, I knew very well who Stanley was, everyone did. Stanley was the head of the only and most dangerous gang in our town that corruptly rules this town. I've only ever heard of him like you would a bad guy from a fairy tale story. Stanley was known for killing and robbing people. He was nothing short of a monster that I was certain I would never meet in real life, matter of fact I had thought that people made him up. The gang was given the name the whisperers because they make people whisper. When someone talks about them, we whisper and the gang members live amongst us and spread information t

Both the arms of the white shirt were half folded revealing the captivating tattoo on his right arm. The top two buttons of the white shirt were unbuttoned revealing the perfect collarbone and masculine chest. He threw a giant amount of smoke in the air and flicked the cigarette coldly. Behind him, the most wanted gangster was standing in a daze. He was amused by the astonishing personality of this businessman. He was unbelievably smart and dashing. It seemed that this businessman was a gangster and he was a common man. “Both the people who attacked your wife and the one who kidnapped her don’t belong to my gang. They are open thugs. They work for money. I have handed over to you the man who

Major Lennox Robinson held the spliff between the index finger and the thumb of his left hand. The browning 1911 was clutched tightly in his right hand. His piercing hazel eyes could barely be seen through the bleached dreads he had been wearing for the last year and half. Lennox was deep undercover and had been embedded with the Gotcha gang in negril. Whitey as he was called was ruthless.Whitey infiltrated a notorious gang and became it's second in command.