Gangster Novels & Stories

Giovanni said defensively, and Gianna wanted to reach across the table and slap the back of his head. Gianna said in a pointed, sharp way, “They are a gang of hoodlums. Hissing quietly at her brother, Gianna asked, “Do you even know whose territory you’ve brought Mariposa into? Do you know who runs these streets here?” Giovanni gave a shaky nod. “The same people who shot Cypher, beat the crap out of Jovani, and told Zeke that they were going to drop him in the river with cement shoes.” “Right.” Gianna nodded sighing softly. “And you still brought them here?.”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but I think you judged them before you even got to know them.” She chewed her lower lip, pondering my words. “Martinelli is the most powerful mafia family,” she stated as a matter of fact. “They are.” “And they kill people or have people kill for them.” “True.” “They have illegal businesses and supply guns to other mafia families. They have connections with the cartel who supply drugs on the street, and they hire people like you…” she trailed off, looking anywhere but me. “I mean, technically, you are a criminal, Kai. You have been very kind to me, but you killed people, and you do other things for ‘them...’”

I stood up, approached her, and held her hands. "Please, Roden doesn't show that kind of face to me." Maybe I'll believe you and that's bad. "I'm a gangster Zak, I know a lot. I have a lot of ways." "Shut up. Being a gangster, you have to stand on the top. Then you have to dedicate yourself completely to the system. What the group is doing, you must do as well. All you know is to forcibly get the property of others, intimidate and hurt them. Do you think you can use that on everyone? "

he said, voice low and steady. “A few details?!” Svetlana stepped back, her voice rising with a mix of anger and disbelief. Her breathing quickened, and her eyes sparked with fury. “Like the fact that you’re the capo of this… this criminal organization?” Dante raised an eyebrow, a flash of irony playing on his lips. “Criminal organization? That sounds… bureaucratic.” “It’s not funny,” she snapped, folding her arms in a desperate attempt to regain some control. A dry, short laugh escaped him, but his expression quickly darkened.

“Your delightful chef offered to make me crepes, but I told her I would wait for you to decide.” Enzo groaned and rubbed his face. “How did you even get in here?” “You know how.” He slid him the business section as Enzo got his own espresso. “I have a multimillion dollar security system,” Enzo snapped, glancing at the headlines. “I wasn’t talking about breaking and entering or boosting cars.” “Now that was an adventure,” his brother said, grinning at him. “What a bohemian existence, Enzo. Never knowing where our next meal was coming from, always trying to stay one step ahead of the law. Living in the moment!”

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.