Gang Books Fiction Novels & Stories

Angie groaned in pain. "Stop digging for information, Miss Journalist." Angie widened her eyes. This man definitely had something to do with Arok's death and all the tragedies that had happened and was connected to the Wolf Gang. Angie squeezed the man's wrist, digging her long nails in with all her might. The effort seemed to pay off. The man groaned in annoyance and his grip began to loosen. At that moment, Angie took advantage of the situation and punched the mysterious man in the face.

And of the Bolgun men were even slowly gripped his axe handle by his hip as they all stare down the 2 thug. “…sorry about his stupid mouth, good sir….the boy is still young and so does his brains….worry not, good sir..this is Red Cow Gang, Black Market…where you got your product..is no one concerns…as long as you are willing to sell and not cause ruckus inside the market…you and your men are welcome here with our open hands…hehehe..”.(Bald Bob)

Shayan's jaw was clenched tightly, his face a mask of cold determination. Though his expression remained blank, internally, he was like a volcano ready to erupt. The sight of the guns in the goons' hands didn't intimidate him; after all, he led a powerful gang himself.

I took a picture of his hand while he was picking some clothes, zoom the picture and sent it to Gabriel. I kept on following him Till Gabriel sent a message. Looking at it, he was in some gang called **AXES** I knew this tattoo couldn't be this normal... As he walked to the inner, i followed him, he is a criminal and coming to spy on me, i have to kill him. I escorted him to the inner.

A half-smoked cigarette dangled between my fingers, the glow between my curled, stiff fingers the only warmth in the dimly lit sala. I took another long drag, letting the smoke sear into my lungs before slowly blowing it out. My head was a battle zone, images of deception flashing like gunfire: Victor and his sneer, poisoned wine, and the audacity of men who believed they were more clever than me—better or more worthy of what I’d earned in blood and steel. The business world was a more deadly version of an unloaded pistol with the safety off. Deals sealed with a handshake could explode like grenades. Survival was more than just pulling a trigger; it meant knowing when to pull it, who to aim

And they have already begun to censor the surroundings. Zach went first and pretended to have someone to talk to inside, only now there was a guard at the entrance of the Battle Underground. "I just have someone to talk to inside," Zach said calmly to the four guards, gangsters as well. The two looked at him with a doubtful look. "Who are you going to talk to, Dos?" Zach's name is Dos in Gangsters World. "I'll just talk to Uno," The four gangsters looked at each other as if something was planned, and he didn't make a mistake when they suddenly released katanas.

Although, I did so in stuttered speech that I suspected wouldn’t even be laudable to her hearing, she still managed to grasp what I told of. “Well, they must’ve been some low ranking members of a back-water gang.” “They are actually the most revered in the city. Their gang are into everything from arms, contraband, if you can think of it, they can provide it in bulk.” “What are we going to do? They’re surely going to some for us.” She panicked, but that much was to be expected. I tried to reassure her with the reveal of my gang’s name never appearing anywhere, meaning it was an aimless fight had bosses raising guns based who pointed the fastest finger.

It's difficult to justify it. It will be slightly darker, and you'll see more from The High Rip Gang. The book is work of fiction, as well as the events in it, except for a few things here and there. However The High Rip were a real gang, Liverpool's one of the most feared groups, famous for using knives and belt buckles during their fights.

Janus asked again, “What's the background of this new gang?” Angus replied, “The new gang is called Burning Angel. They're mostly African-Americans and some Latinos from Brooklyn and downtown. It's said that Italians are backing them. Now that the Italians are gradually stepping back and avoiding direct conflict, they don't want to give up this profit, so they're supporting a group of ruthless African-Americans to form this gang…” Janus asked, “Did they beat you up? Is that how you got those injuries on your face?” Angus said with frustration, “Yes. They came to collect protection money, and when I couldn't pay, they beat me up. They gave me a deadline of until tonight. If I can't give them

Was I not doing a good job? Then he demanded, “Open up. Wide.” When I opened my mouth, he slipped his côck inside, going further than before. “Sûck me.” . A. Gupta Have you checked out my other books!!! All are completed. Dark Mafia Romance. Arrange Marriages. Enemies to Lovers. Blackmails. And Anti-heroes with OTT possessiveness and highly morally grey characters. BOOKS: BRIDE TO BE. CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance