Gangbanger Novels & Stories

It was why I excelled at my job as a real estate broker. We could have been friends if I was still the same Benny. I like people like him. Strong, determined, and the fire in his gray eyes sucked me in like quicksand. Accompanying that fire is a gentle personality. I saw the way he is with his friends. Obviously, he was the baby of their gang, but they adored him.

"Seriously? Can't we just wait for him out here, in the parking lot?" Krystal turned to me, her hand reaching for the visor. As she adjusted her blond hair and fluffed it out, she effortlessly pulled down her push-up bra, accentuating her cleavage in the sparkly black tank top that barely contained her assets. "What's the matter?" she asked, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Nervous about stepping into a biker bar?" "It's more than that, and you know it." The place had a notorious reputation, plagued by gangs, fights, drug dealings, and prostitution.

"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.

I rolled my eyes. Alfonso was a gangster; mafia would have suited him best but whatever. He was mostly involved in gambling and drug trafficking. He was known to be cold and ruthless. He had gained himself the name, ‘Iceman’, as he would show no emotion while torturing people who wronged him. I couldn’t believe they wanted me to lie to this man.

Ragnar on the other side of the phone was in a bad state, and he was worried that something would happen to the other party if he was drunk. "I saw Gabriella with another man, and when I called her, she even lied to me and said that she was at her parents' house." Ragnar's tone was very depressed. "I'm ...... in Gin" "Don't move, wait for me to pass." Gin is a bar in Pasig that is very popular among young people, but it is also a well-known mixed bag, a small gangster, a powerful rich second generation, a big man with dark forces, and everyone from three religions and nine streams.

Their owner strode toward me. He had a dark silky fade mullet, his wavy fringe slightly tousled as if he had just run his fingers through it. A black leather jacket draped over his t-shirt. Two other guys flanked him, both just as tall and radiating the same confident energy. Sons of Olympus? "You parked in my spot." He stated flatly, gesturing toward my car. I arched a brow, glancing at the empty spaces nearby. "Didn't see a name on it."

Matthew hesitated for a moment before his eyes flickered to the house in front of him and he responded in a low, cautious tone, "He's inside with the son and mother?" "Has Dan responded back with Gunnar's profile yet?" Rome asked, a hit of worry seeping into his voice. "Yes. He's Gunnar Kennedy, the only son of Ruby and Abi Kennedy. His father died when he was young, and it's been his mother and him since then. He started street fighting at underground clubs in his teens, and he's been doing that since. He does dirty jobs like transporting illegal goods, getting information, and running protection rackets. He has no kill history., but is the leader of one of the largest low-grade gangs in th

He shoved the camera in my face, his voice dripping with exaggeration. "This scumbag posed as a security guard to sneak into my aunt's house, but he's actually a mobster. He just beat up several of my guys!" The viewer count in the live stream skyrocketed. Netizens, unaware of the truth, flooded the comments section with vicious insults. "This guy deserves to be shot!" "He totally looks like a criminal. Just look at those mean eyes." "Good job, streamer! Justice always wins!" Antonio soaked in the comments, his ego swelling with every word.

Finally, he landed in a pile of dirt. This time, I was the one looking down condescendingly at him. "Stop pretending to be so affectionate with me, Johann Garner! In the end, all you care about is just your money and reputation! "Don't you expect that your feigned affection will ever move me in the slightest that I'd clear your name for you. You're a fucking adult, Johann Garner! You chose to cheat on me, so you will take responsibility for your own actions!"

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