Boondocks Riley Gangster Novels & Stories

It automatically forwarded each calls that I could have missed. Naked and dried off, I walked to my small work desk where the phone was and picked it up. "Stephan, we've got trouble, it is much worse than you think," Joe Flamingo, my partner in arms dealing said urgently. "What's the problem," I asked already feeling mad at what I was going to hear. "It is the Black River Gang, they are taking all of our customers, selling them guns for cheaper prices. Those sons of bitches!" Joe said, trying to contain his outburst.

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!”

That’s his second mistake. “That must’ve hurt,” I murmur, brushing the ash away with my thumb, almost gentle. “You poor thing.” Bones shifts, eager to end it. I lift a hand. “Don’t make him repeat himself,” I say, irritation slicing through my tone. “Where. Are. My guns.” “We don’t have them!” he sobs. “We sold them, okay? We’re just a small gang—we needed money, men, leverage in these streets. We—”

It almost feels like freedom, to be out of lockdown, to be walking around again, even if it's just in our own pod and around campus. It's dinner time now, Shotgun and I are standing in line for chow, talking while waiting for the doors to the cafeteria to open, when the COs escort in a large-built, light skinned cat. We both recognized him from other pods as it's pretty common to be moved around a lot. He goes by the name of Richmond. Shotgun and I both look at each other knowingly. The word is they moved him because someone in his pod set up his younger cousin, but we’re pretty sure the narc he’s looking for is in fact, in our pod. We know something is about to go down by the way he’s ca

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.

Ethan stuttered. "You do, and it's me." He grabbed Ethan's wrist pulling him to the desk where he got a pen and a sheet. "W-what are you doing?" Ethan asked. He began writing, the pen moving sloppily on the sheet. "Rico and his band Jordan and his band Tim and Jerry Pete and Marcus Dylan The Bobbys Sheya and kyle Thomas and Jack Ben Mike Emily and Emma Caramon and Jesse Sivan and Ivan Brian Elliott and his band

With a whoop, he took off fearlessly down the slide. “Do you think we can always be like this?” Bonnie asked Dylan as they watched the boy shriek with delight as he slid down. “Wet and humid?” Dylan asked, motioning to the indoor pool. “Probably not unless we move here.” “No, you goof.” Bonnie chuckled and bumped him with her hip. “I mean, the three of us. Happy and safe.” “Do you know anyone else needing to testify against the mob?” Dylan asked. “Any sisters running from the cartel?”

Enrico sat down on the sofa. "Your uncle wants you to go after a traitor," the counselor said. "He took the cash book and a flash drive with important documents". Don Bianchi fell heavily into the armchair. "Do you know where he is?" "I got a text message," the counselor said. "He'll take the book and the flash drive to the Gaspipe leader". Enrico was excited to know that the traitor would meet the leader of the rival gang. This was the perfect opportunity to take revenge on the murderer of his parents.

Iker ran a hand through his hair, visibly frustrated. "What makes you believe in his protection after his own men almost killed you?" Lizzy hugged herself, and her voice cracked. "The contract..." "Lizzy, do you really think Greed will keep his end of the deal? You must remember that he's a gangster, and not just any gangster, but the leader of the most powerful mafia in New York. Trusting him wholeheartedly, based solely on a contract that he could break at any moment, is complete madness." And she knew it. It was complete madness to trust someone so dangerous. But even if he broke his word, she wouldn't break hers to protect herself and her child.

Rollins turned to look at the big outlaw and drew his second Colt and aimed at Horace 'Big Hoss' Gator, the leader of the infamous Gator Boys Gang. It was now or never. Edward drew his pistol and fired in one motion. Sheriff Rollins staggered back, his shoulder exploding in a spray of blood. The old man dropped his guns and went down. Edward didn't wait to see if the gnarled lawman was going to live or die, he hurled the fat banker at the deputy and took a running leap at the open window. He heard Big Hoss yelling after him as he landed hard on the gravel outside. As far as Edward was concerned, the Gator Boys were done. Billy Dukes, Frogface, Johnny B and Travis Jayne were already dead, and