Boondocks Riley Gangster Novels & Stories

Another time they had stolen a couple goats from the Bennett's property, painted them red, and then tied them up in front of Bennett's Grocery for no reason other than they thought it would be a hoot. With all of the havoc they have caused, the brothers have never once received more than a slap on the wrist. This is due to their father, Jonathan "Cap" Beard Sr being the Sheriff in Rigley along with his brother Bobby Beard being his Deputy Sheriff. Every now and again you'll see Johnny and Sully picking up trash along the roadways due to community service being served out, but that is about the worst of the punishment that they ever receive and that's only to ease the minds of the town folks

"You want to keep your fucked-up head on your shoulders, you'll do what you're told. Word is the Riots got hold of you, but you look good as new, not a scratch. You throwin' our shit on the hood?" How could the guy not notice the discoloration from bruises on the kid's face? Then I realized it was dark and the idiot probably couldn't see them. Rondy took a step closer to the guy doing the talking and his voice rose. "You callin' me a traitor?" "You ain't dead and word is that several Riots are. You helpin' another gang we don't know about?" A hard push to Rondy's chest coincided with the words.

"So my brothers and sisters in woe and arms, my suggestion is, let's have a showdown. And the winner, rules Westrock. What do you say?" "D-don't fall for her tricks. She's trying to divide us. She's-" Boar stuttered, panicking. "Baldie, are you forgetting something? You are not brothers who are ‘united in all’. You are gangsters. Gangsters. Everyone here is. So what are you afraid of? Isn't this what you do? Fight, kill, and fight again. What are you afraid of? Or.." she suddenly looked up and coldly swept her gaze over everyone present,

If Rayna wanted to flirt, she could, but I wouldn’t be hiding behind him this time. Hunter’s Range Rover purred beneath us as we sped down the quiet road, the city blurring past. He didn’t talk much during the drive, his hands gripping the wheel tightly, his jaw set. As we pulled into the compound, the air around us seemed to shift. The gang’s headquarters was housed in a converted warehouse dark glass, steel walls, and rows of matte-black motorcycles and high-end cars lining the lot. Armed men stood at the gates, giving curt nods as Hunter passed.

Cassian, as usual, is a ghost in the corner, shrouded in shadows, his eyes the only thing visible—tracking every movement in the room like a hawk. "About time, Doc," Silas grins, though there’s no humor in his eyes. "Summary," I demand, looking at Prez. "The Southside gang," Prez says, his voice a low rumble. "The Southside gang is still running the local routes. They aren't just moving weight anymore, Jax. They're trafficking. Women, kids, anyone they can snatch off the street and sell to the highest bidder." Cassian steps out of the shadows, his presence chilling the air. He’s the quietest of us, a man who survived things that would have broken a normal person. He doesn't talk much, but wh

★★★★ "Shut up," Rick snapped, the urgency in his voice matching the intensity of our attempt to evade the pursuing car. The speed at which we were traveling made it challenging to escape on the nearly empty highway. To add to our troubles, the old, rusty car we were in wasn't built for such speeds. I couldn't help but question why the affluent gangsters like the Kovas owned such a vehicle; it puzzled me. "Damn it," Rick grunted again, pulling out his phone and handing it to Nat. "Press the red button now," he urgently instructed, hoping it would rescue us from this relentless pursuit.

My heart seized. I stumbled back, but too late. His hand shot through the bars, clawed fingers grazing my arm. I screamed, shoving against him, but he was stronger, snarling as his yellow eyes locked on me. “Found you,” he growled. Before I could fight him off, the bond ignited like fire in my veins. Brock’s roar thundered across the courtyard, shaking the ground. In a blur, he was there — leaping, tearing the rogue from the wall mid-climb. Bones cracked, blood sprayed, and the rogue’s body hit the ground with a sickening thud.

Alexander I stopped the car when Jay, Charlie, and James surrounded it. They really wanna die. I came out of the car. "Who's she?" Charlie asked me. He is the leader of their so-called gang. "Does that matter to you?" I was not in the mood for any fight. "Oh? She's another slut of you I guess" That was it. I took out my gun and shot him in his chest. They were terrified. They thought I'd not carry a gun to school. They are really stupid.

The next one was the tape trick and Majority of them, ended up getting stuck or running away, yelling that the ‘Spider man's conspiracy’ was somewhat real. I laughed my ass out and Brenda and Ross had fun too. I hadn't had such an hang out, in forever and the fact I shared it with my best friend and supposed big sister's figure, it was amazing. We almost got caught tho, and we had to make a run for it, luckily the mobsters was the slacking kind and also, didn't know that it was thier detainee, Brenda who was the originator of everything. Since we had time left, we decided to Go to Ross's room.

"Do you know the names of the gangs?" "No. I never learned them." He smacked his palm to his forehead and sighed. "Sunny?" "Yes, boss?" She sat up straight. "Wanna tell her the names?" "Sure." She nodded. "Snakes and Lions." "Thank you. Now Laura, can you guess which one we are?" "Wait you're all in a gang?" I blurted. All eyes fell on me. Then everyone started giggling, except Bran whose eyes were dead serious and pleading for me to get this right.