Gangbanger Novels & Stories

After all, he had lived here before. Ningan Street was also a snack street. There were many shops and stalls on both sides of the road. In Back to Home Snack Bar, a young man in his 20s, with a fierce face and a bench in his hand, looked fierce. Three or four little gangsters with bloody noses and swollen faces were lying on the ground. "Damn it! Are you blind? How dare you act like hooligans in my bar? Do you want to go to hell?" The young man waved the bench and broke an arm of a gangster.

He knew Billy was into Rose so there was no way he could let other gangsters take her away. “Punk, loud words you have there. You have no idea who I am.” The gangster glared at Gavin, trying to scare him off. Gavin narrowed his eyes and swung a slap at the gangster’s face. “I don’t care who the hell you are! Get out of my face!” Slap! The gangster was slapped. “You bastard! How dare you slap Brother Leath?!” The other gangsters clamored. Gavin rolled up his sleeves to reveal his muscles and said proudly, “I don’t care if he’s Heath Ledger or Leath Hedger. Do you know who my master is? Leave or I will break your bones!”

"Do you have anything for pain?" Livia was still scared, any false move, that the gangster would shoot. She got up very slowly and took a few steps towards the tall man.

He said and suddenly put his arm around me. Fuckin asshole! That's it! Suddenly my vision went dark. How dare this crap! Without saying a word, I sent my fist flying and hit him in the jaw and he fell to the grass. Don't be surprised, I am too strong for an ordinary person. I am the fearsome gang leader in the city. "You dared to touch me with your dirty fingers! This day is your funeral!" Without hesitation, I went berserk and rained down some kicks and punches for the three stooges.

He loved the system and its rewards, but he tried really hard to not become a scumbag, but then again, what was the description of a scumbag? From the dictionary, a scumbag was a despicable person, but then how was this description going to be applied in a relationship? Based on his understanding, there were a lot of ways to describe how a scumbag would be in a relationship. The first one was two-timing or cheating, it was the most standard answer and there were a lot of people who did this. The second one was a man who would leave the girls that loved him after he had gotten her body or money.

Liv - Present day "Fuck it all to hell!" Liv cursed as she grabbed the ticket from the windshield of her state issued Jeep Wrangler. It was the third one this month. What happened to brotherhood of the badge shit? Two little white-headed ladies walking by on the sidewalk gave her the stink eye for her outburst.

Iker ran a hand through his hair, visibly frustrated. "What makes you believe in his protection after his own men almost killed you?" Lizzy hugged herself, and her voice cracked. "The contract..." "Lizzy, do you really think Greed will keep his end of the deal? You must remember that he's a gangster, and not just any gangster, but the leader of the most powerful mafia in New York. Trusting him wholeheartedly, based solely on a contract that he could break at any moment, is complete madness." And she knew it. It was complete madness to trust someone so dangerous. But even if he broke his word, she wouldn't break hers to protect herself and her child.

One of them smiled. "Mr Carter. You've made this very easy." I moved in front of Isabelle. "Can I help you gentlemen?" "Hand over the memory card." I looked at Isabelle. She shook her head. I turned back to the men. "Sorry. I left my collection of stolen university secrets in my other trousers." The first man lunged. I barely dodged his punch. My shoulder slammed into the bleachers. Pain shot down my arm, but I swung back, catching him across the jaw.

“Tristan Fuller…he was part of a biker gang. And so are the men that came around that day.” I sit up, the chips falling. “What’s the name of the gang?” “Smitties MC.” My jaw drops. No fucking way.

- Gabe let out. “Nothing else?” - I ask “Not right now”, - Gabe lets out in frustration “I need to know ion he has any criminal record, any girlfriends, wife, and I need everything on that bastard”, - I say “Why are you so focused on such a small fish?” - Gabe asks “He is not a little fish; he’s a fucking blue whale”, - I let out, and Gabe laughs “He doesn’t seem that dangerous”, - Gabe says “You know that appearances can be deceiving” - I let out