Boondocks Riley Gangster Novels & Stories

Stress and age took their toll. But more than just the drugs kept him going. He'd hidden a bullet-proof vest underneath his baggy Hawaiian shirt. They were able to round up everyone else in his organization and put them in the county jail until they faced trial at a local or federal level. Ridge was sure they'd broken the gang up enough that there wouldn't be any more trouble in Pelican Bay. Most of us consider it wishful thinking. A few places draw the crazies, and this little coastal town happens to be one of them.

He goes through his memories of all the havoc he has created in Kadeem’s pack. Bob recently met Dylan and Anders, brothers who want power and control of the pack. They are willing to do anything to get it. For years, they have been the leaders of the Red Blood gang that harasses the pack. Bob went to them at their usual hangout, a small diner on the outskirts of the city. Bob declared himself the leader at that time. He also agreed to pay Dylan and Anders for every action they take against the pack. So far, Bob has paid Dylan and Anders $500,000 to graffiti walls, slash tires, steal cars, steal from storers, break into homes, and destroy everything inside, scare the elders of the pack, and s

"Good as new, angel. Now tell me what made the Reaper come calling on her favourite bro?" Riley sighed heavily and rubbed a hand across her forehead. The damage was already done. She'd called on Shank and brought his focus back on her. For better or worse she was back in his spotlight until gang life called him back. She may as well make use of his crazy ass self. "I'm having a problem with a guy," she mumbled. "Yeah?" he said hopefully, cracking his knuckles. "Just point me in his direction and I'll take care of it, sweetheart. He won't be a problem for much longer. You and me? We meant to be, darling. I always knew you'd come around eventually."

Like he’d already decided something. “You sure about this?” I asked low, when the others were focused on the road. He met my eyes in the mirror. “You asked if I was in it. I said yes.” “This isn’t painting or club openings. It’s blood.” “I know.” His voice was steady. “I’ve seen blood before. Just not… yours.” The words landed heavier than I expected. We parked two blocks away, hoods up against the rain. The target was a rundown auto shop front looked legit, back was where they stored guns and product. Four Irish inside, maybe five. We had surprise.

The night pressed against his skin like a second pulse, and beside him, Lumi's glow deepened—not brighter, but sharper, more focused, as if the darkness itself was feeding them both. The bandits began to move toward them, slow and confident, weapons catching what little light remained. Riley didn't feel behind anymore. He didn't feel slow. Riley fired first.

Dillion who was still outside looked into the car to signal Sam and Rockie on what to do before he left, finding his way into the house. The boys that saw him moving into the house didn't shot him, they kept pointing their guns at him but didn't shot him. Dillion just walked pass them freely because he knows they won't try to shot him because their boss has probably instructed them that they shouldn't kill him. At least not yet. He also knows that Sam and Rockie will kill them for him once he moved pass them. Then he got to the place that looked like a big sitting room. He saw two guys guarding a door ahead of him, he figured out that Shawna might be there so he pulled out his poisoned pins

He flanks my left and Lucy takes my right. “Something is off,” he says, his eyes trained on a spot in the woods. I don’t agree with him, but I don’t bother saying it. Andrei clearly knew we were coming, and Kasym will never agree to it if he feels like Andrei knows I will be here. Andrei is like the arch enemy of the cartel, even more so than the probing detectives that come and go in the law enforcement. We step into the expanse of the compound, greeted only by the rustling of trees and the silence that is so uncanny it makes dread crawl through my spine, sending every single part of me to be at alert for signs of life.

Layla had already gotten used to his disappearances for days, ever since he was a boy. When Bore showed up at his gate almost a decade ago, his grandmother was suspicious. A dark-tinted imported car stopping at their gate caught her attention. When Paco and Bore got out in their fancy clothes, their bodyguards in tow, she thought it might be someone from child protective services or even the government. At that time, Layla was afraid of losing custody of her grandson for any reason, and with him acting the way he did, getting involved in gang fights, she was almost certain that the police or child protective services would come knocking on her door sooner or later. Layla was sweating when sh

There was no knowing how many rounds, bang, bang, and when the pistol stopped designing, Li Jie, hiding in another window, saw all four of them changing their magazines. Li Jie felt a toothache, these gangsters are too unprofessional, even one breath four people all shot out the bullets. After all, it's only the small gangs that deal in hashish, and the really big gangs do the big business of Kal Caine. How many elites can a small gang have? African-American gangs, in particular, pick up guns and never aim