Gangster Novels & Stories

He leaned on his motor and began to read. Dear Gangster, Lucifer Cuenca, the name of the man who received and I am not ashamed. A lot is being stoned about me being a Psycho and Weirdong girl. I've been seeing you at school for a few years but you just talked to me too. I will never forget how we started talking.

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.

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 Le

I replied, not knowing why I was answering his questions so willingly. "Van ders bastardo! Stronzo ." He cussed, and I rubbed my forehead. (bastard! Asshole!) "That's not English. what does that mean?" I glared at him and he chuckled before walking to the chair and taking a seat on it. He looked like a devil. A King, breathtaking gorgeous King and he was. Now I was really sure Bennett was not just an ordinary business man. He was something more. A gangster. A fucking Gangster leader.

I mumbled, picking up the glass of wine on the small bar stand beside where I sat. "Anyway, I found out about it, but it's not as simple as that. Unfortunately, it's not Dante Morreti." He muttered a curse, and I merely shrugged. "I presume the guy would be a bit smart if he was aiming for Lorenzo's seat. But if it's not him, then who was it? I want details." I gave him a pointed stare, and he nodded. "Mr. Dain Saints. Owns a criminal gang well known for—" "Don't tell me assassinations," I sighed. Those amateurs were not assassins and should not even be classified as such.

he started to explain to me the differences between Rudra and Kaal. "Okay, okay. Then what does Kaal do?" I asked. I was a bit fed up with the unnecessary pride talk about that man. "Well, Kaal. He kills people if he is given the money to do that. He is a drug dealer. He owns a racket of beggars and makes them beg on the roads. And he owns an escort service with the women who are into prostitution with their own will. Basically, he is a gangster, mafia," he informed.

He had dragon tattoos all over the side of his neck and on the lips of his mouth was a thin stick of cigar which he ouffed heavily on. Luxander dextro Matthew was his name. The leader of ‘SEVEN STARS’, the most ruthless mafia gang in the mafia world and also his f*cking business partner. Luxander stopped infront of Gordons as he chuckled seeing him shiver and whimper in fear. His smile faded off as he placed his hands on Gordons shoulders, meaning business. “What do you say? Shall we sit down and talk?”

“Look at it, Penelope. I don't kill little children or abuse women. I don't agree with most of the ideals of groups like the Brotherhood. I work to protect these people, and they give me something in return for it. I'm not a Robin Hood. I don't take it from the rich. And I don't take it from the poor. I'm just ridding this city of most of the worst elements that arise to take away our peace. I would doubt it very much if someone here opened their mouth to talk about something bad about me.” "Maybe they're just scared," I went in a humorous tone, Dante rolled his eyes playfully. "Seriously, Dante, you were a good surprise tonight. I didn't think I would know a gangste

The red dots were gone. "Who are you and what do you want from me?" Roman asked. "Roman Gambino, the capo de grande of Vatos Latos. A fearless man who sold his daughter out to his foes. I am a present help in the time of distress. I have come to help you solve the malady you created for yourself." Who are you!?" He roared. "I am a dealer, you can call me a businessman. I rule the Russian mafia just like Banda Della rules the Italian mafia. I have come to offer help."

He surveyed his audience to see if they would recognize them and was not surprised when he saw Lester's eyes widen. “Lester, do you know these people?” Baines asked. Lester gulped and shook his head vehemently, “But I've seen them in Ganghaven a few times.” There was no way he was telling his boss that he'd met those two the day before, and that he was even friendly with the man. Baines ignored Lester and continued, “Yesterday, we were able to identify them. The male is Asher Mason, the leader of a street gang known as the Sopranos.”