Gangbanger Novels & Stories

" Scrub! Scrub! Scrub! " I was scrubbing so hard, my skin over my fingers was in danger. I wasn't scrubbing the toilet, I was taking my frustration out. This Ryan had another child under him. This was full fledged child labour. " Is your name really Bellow? Or did he come up with that? " It was an absurd name , even for a gangster to give. This one was absolutely mute. He did not reply, unlike the last ten year old.

He laughed and turned around, "I asked for a Princess, not a fvcking clown" "Maybe you got the wrong person" I announced and he clicked his tongue. "Nay.... You're the right one..." "What do you want with me? Who are you?" I was losing my patience already. One minute I was on my way home and another, I'd been taken by some unknown skull-faced gangsters. The young man took a step closer to me and adjusted his biker's jacket, "Since you asked... I'm Gerald Anderson... Acting Don of the Eastern Gang"

A towering figure, tall and massive, walked with an air of intimidation. The man's physique was imposing, muscles straining against the fabric of his dark shirt. His skin was a tapestry of scars and tattoos, each one telling a story of a life lived on the fringes of society. This was Macho, a man known for his brutality and ruthlessness in the criminal underworld.

They automatically became his possessions to do as he wanted. “And again Gabby isn't too happy…he thinks letting the lady stay here is an insult to his brother's memories,” Zane added as he sat back down, Gabriel was a lethal gunman. He was their best shooter and if anyone joined the mafia and wanted to learn to shoot. Gabriel aka Gabby was the man to go for.

she said sharply. Barry, who normally didn’t appreciate being ordered around, frowned slightly. “Alright. Rest for a bit.” He opened the car door and got out. Just as he was about to confront whoever hit their car, a group of thuggish men stepped out from the other vehicle. They were dressed like street punks, tattoos of tiger heads clearly visible on their arms—an unmistakable symbol of the underground gambling world, even if Barry didn’t frequent casinos. Four of them got out, each holding a baseball bat and a cigarette dangling from their lips. They approached him with malicious intent.

The woman, like crazy, a random smash, this point of damage, naturally, it is impossible to break them a few big men, just that the woman does not look at anything, the direction does not look, do not look at the people, only to her and the man around a smash, so do not look at anything, do not look at anything, do not look at the people, only to her and the man around a smash. This kind of nothing to see the smash and hit, although did not put their brothers and sisters how, but also really because of this not long for the stick, they really dare not go forward to get close to. "Ah shucks!" The leader of the gangsters, spat fiercely toward the ground a mouthful of spit, eyes released wolf l

Then I built again, climaxing anew, calling out his name. “Alex….” I lay on the bed breathless, exposed from head to toe. I watched him ease himself out of his clothes, revealing his smoky hot body. I always knew gangsters had a different physical appearance from normal people, but this was way too much, even for me. As he stripped down, revealing every inch of himself, I mean, every dam inch. I felt my jaw drop to the floor. I mean, seriously, I've seen cucumbers smaller than that thing!

The newcomer was the most powerful gangster in Brownsville, Drake Hughes. He was big and tall, bearing a striking resemblance to a comedy character from an old movie. As a result, he had the nickname Big Silly Hughes when he first started out. However, as he continued to rise up the ranks, no one dared to mention that insulting nickname again.

(DANIEL) The beat from Cardi B’s most infamous anthem, WAP, hums in the car: crude and profane. I’m a certified Bardi, but that song is nothing compared to what Gareth will do to me. Pulling up in the garage, I snag the package from the backseat. My fingers skim the pistol I keep under the seat. London’s dangerous for queers like me. I’ve had it since the mugging last year. I kill the engine. The car beeps twice as I sashay into my compound. Sorry, our compound. Gareth and I. I work for the cash, he fucks my brains out. Proper division of labour.

He then questions caressing my cheek after we pull back. "I want to know everything." I breathe with my lips still touching his. "Like really everything?" He sighs and repeats. "Everything..." He brushes his knuckles upon my cheek and I lean into his touch. "You know what I do. Like you just said. Yes, I am a gangster, Nicole. A bloody gangster." He chuckles humorlessly as he pulls his hand back and my face falls at the loss of contact with his skin. I see his eyes turning darker with a serious expression masking his face as he continues. "I work for a gang called Cobra, which is run by our leader Richard Scott. We have several chains over different parts of the states and even in European c