Gangbanger Novels & Stories

Then, as if on impulse, he lowered his voice. “Tomorrow, I’m going on a job. A gang operation.” I blinked. “What kind of job?” Hunter’s eyes darkened. “We’re going to take care of some business, get back what’s ours. Make sure no one forgets who’s in charge.” I swallowed hard. The word operation made it sound like something dangerous. He saw the fear flicker across my face. “This isn’t a movie,” he said, his tone flat. “We get things done whether it takes force or strategy. Don’t expect details. I’ll be gone most of the day.”

“Shhh! Don’t let them hear you! GGS stands for Garuda Steel Gang, not some soap opera. You need to memorize each of them. That guy sitting at the end? That’s Rocky. Everyone calls him Iky. Sure, he’s got a cute smile, but his mouth? Super annoying!” I instinctively glanced at Rocky, studying him more closely. His smile really was sweet, and his school uniform made him look approachable. But judging from what Arum had just said, I figured I’d better stay cautious around this guy. Still, for some reason, that cute smile only made me more curious. “Heh, I just realized… this guy’s way too cute to be in a biker gang!” I grinned at Arum. Arum stifled a laugh and shot a quick glance toward Rocky.

I barked as soon as Mattias let him in. Guoto hurried to kneel in front of me,begging incessantly “Please spare my life.It’s been nothing but hell for me” “Mattias.Take him out…” “Wait!!!I have some information about the Gambinos .I promise you would love hearing this one” “Let him go.Speak” “The Gambinos is a mafia group ruled by Boss Pablo,and Italian descent.Much to my knowledge,he has a family..” My left eye twitched and I held up a finger to shut him up

Yes, the girl who looks like a boy is Saraswati. "Who is that bastard ?!" said someone, none other than the Dnakes gangsters. Who doesn't know the Dnakes gangster, numbering 5 guys who are famous with their respective charisma. Bryan Gerland the bad boy, Kevin G. Stevano the cold boy, Reza Anggara the fuckboy, Yovi Andrean Malik the playboy, and finally Dimas Prayoga the sweet boy. But one thing you must know. Even though their titles are different, they have the same personality that is arrogant and do not have pity for anyone. So no one dares to argue or fight the Dnakes gangsters.

He leaned on his motor and began to read. Dear Gangster, Lucifer Cuenca, the name of the man who received and I am not ashamed. A lot is being stoned about me being a Psycho and Weirdong girl. I've been seeing you at school for a few years but you just talked to me too. I will never forget how we started talking.

The guard started bringing out money from his wallet to pay the lady. Seeing that his guard was distracted. He followed a route and missed himself with the crowd. Then he sighted a cop moving around with his pistol. Next plan. He ran to the cop and because the cop was an average height, he stood almost the cop's height. A closer look at Bryan showed that he was still a kid but looking at him from afar with the way he is dressed, you'll think he is one of this popular dancers or musician. "Hi sir, do you know me?" Bryan asked.

I gushed a little too excitedly. "German Shepherd and he named him Slash," I heard him chuckling to himself, "he thought it was badass name according to him but it's actually one of his hacker terms." So I learned something new. Their eighteen-year-old brother was probably a hacker or something along the lines of one. Ace seemed to be into something more dangerous and deadly and Gunnar seemed to be into the business side of things. He seemed like the type to initiate meetings. But it was all one business. The question remained, what was said business?

Pants on fire! “Nope he’s all yours.” I shake my head and waive at Gabe. “Good luck with this freak show. Laters.” He stands up, letting the drumsticks fall. “You can’t go out there by yourself.” “Can and will.” Once outside I understand what Gabe means. The mob is rowdier than I remember. The stench of alcohol and smoke clogs my breathable air. I’m gagging when a hand grabs my ass. I turn around and come face to face with a guy wearing tight leather and more eyeliner than me.

Plenty of noise regards us, that only dies off when we finally walk in, and I'm sure our appearances stand out more than we think. We're typical strangers. The men inside are mostly big and strong, covered with many tattoos. Good Lord! I hope this doesn't turn out to be like the scenes in the action movies where the folks bully newcomers in small towns. I subtly cling onto Red's arm as I whisper, "These people are scary." "Act normal," he retorts. Easier said than done. I mentally sigh. "Hey-yo!" Some guy, long-haired with a cowboy hut, snaps at us. I hold my breath, but strangely my bodyguard doesn't totter. He's a marvel. "New around here? Never seen ya before," he says while nearing us, a

Jordan pushed her aside and walked closer to Austin, looking at his face as he arrogantly sized him up. "And you know what I did brother? … I banged your wife so many times and damn! It felt good. Mh!! The only pathetic thing she did was moan your name when she spread her stinky legs for me!" Jordan spat, not realising that the brown eyes were now turning red from anger. The hand around the gun turned white. Right there and then he kicked Jordan ferociously…such that he broke the door and landed on the passageway. The gangster in him was unleashed… The maid gathered around when they heard something break. The sight before them was bloody and even bloodier when they saw Jordan fly above the s