Boondocks Riley Gangster Novels & Stories

There are a lot more guards stationed everywhere. The shooter came from the back door, so they've sealed them all. I heard something about there being a 'blood feud' with another gang, the Browns. Well, the Kellers don't consider themselves a gang, they're an 'association'. I don't see what the difference is. The point is, something happened years ago, and there's trouble. They want the Kellers dead.

Surprisingly, Brockley saw his uncle about to ambush Riley's beautiful body. Meanwhile Riley was already cornered and had a very scared look on her face. “What did Uncle do to Riley?!” Brockley stared and grinned even more. “Stay away from Riley!” Brockley stepped forward while clenching his fist. Herbert snorted angrily and stared fiercely with emotion. “You are my nephew Brockley! Why are you coming home? Do you want to be disobedient to your uncle?” "I'm going home to get a gun because I'm afraid I'll meet criminals." Brockley looked straight into his uncle's eyes and said very coldly. "As it turns out, the villain is here."

As one of them moved to stab Shayan, a firm grip stopped him. All eyes turned to see RV standing in the doorway with a murderous glare, holding the goon's hand tightly. Shayan's lips curled into a smirk at the sight of his friends arriving with equal determination. The combined force of the "Great Black Tigers" quickly subdued the goons, leaving them unconscious on the floor.

In the dark streets of the city's undeveloped areas, Patrick is alone in the search for a good fight. Koninklijk is an imperial city but some gangs are still ruling its borderlines. Patrick shouts, 'Hey motherfuckers, your death is here, serve him before you die.' (The attitude of this guy is the only thing that I like most). The old man (Boss of the secret gang - Gang of Red Roses) came out from an old garage and said, "Is there Robinhood? Kid, you should not be here, go back to your home." He just said this and suddenly his hand cut off from his shoulder and he screamed. "What do you think, what the hell are you doing? And then some more guys came out from the garage. Patrick smiled and sa

He took a step forward, ready to hug her but decided against it at the last minute. “Tell me what you know,” he demanded. Emma paused, then nodded and told him everything the chauffeur said. While Emma was speaking, Roy was searching through his iPad for the record of all the gangs in the city, then picked out three whom he knew would be capable of seeking death. “Master, I’ve looked through the record. Inferno gang, scorpion gang, and Double head gang. Those are the most stubborn gangs in the whole of Nairaland who would dare to kidnap a controversial figure like Madam.”

"So they didn't mention that they were lookin' at charges for narcotics, driving under the influence, and reckless endangerment? Didn't mention that they had a court date the next mornin'? Didn't ask you to help 'em out? Or hide 'em? Robbie tends to carry around a lotta cash so his dad can't track his spending." "Like Red said, Mr. Jessup," Bonnie replied, "they disrespected a couple of regulars, and I kicked them out. If you can't find 'em, they're probably on a bender somewhere. Maybe you should check over in Skeetwood County. Lots of trap houses there." The Marshal decided to change tactics. He smiled and looked at me. "And what's your name, little lady?" Thinking quickly, I gave him the

Not the soft kind that whispers against rooftops—this was the kind that slammed the pavement like bullets, fat and cold, like the sky was mourning the bodies it hadn’t dropped yet. I stepped out of the car the second we hit the gravel at Dock Nine. My boots sank into the mud, steam curling from the heat of the explosion still licking the air. Sirens wailed in the distance—late, as always. South Port’s law enforcement didn’t show unless they were paid to. And I sure as hell didn’t pay them. Andrew moved beside me, quick and sharp like a shadow that breathed. He was already barking orders into his comm, eyes scanning every crate, every broken lamplight, every trembling silhouette trying to pre

“Dad, maybe Ainsley can talk some sense into her friend?” “Ainsley’s phone broke in the attack. Jane is getting her a new one this afternoon.” Dad says. “We’ll see what we can do, but he left here in a bit of a huff. He threatened to go to the police. Fortunately, Chief Milton is our Senior Guard. I already called Riley’s father. Riley hasn’t shown up yet, but I’m heading over to his house right after this call. He and I created a work program for our pack members at his quarry years ago, so he is well aware of what we are.”