Gangfuck Novels & Stories

My fucking cell phone immediately rings. -Well what the fuck happened?-Jaidyn -I offered her a contract as our official photographer and graphic designer. She accepted the offer.-Me -Thank fucking god.-Jaidyn -I did tell her she has to travel on your tour bus since yours has more than enough room for her to edit all her pictures and whatnot.-Me -That is fucking fine with me-Jaidyn

Alexander I stopped the car when Jay, Charlie, and James surrounded it. They really wanna die. I came out of the car. "Who's she?" Charlie asked me. He is the leader of their so-called gang. "Does that matter to you?" I was not in the mood for any fight. "Oh? She's another slut of you I guess" That was it. I took out my gun and shot him in his chest. They were terrified. They thought I'd not carry a gun to school. They are really stupid.

my tears rush to my cheeks down to my neck. "Oh? What fragile women," he leaned and unlocked my seatbelt. I fearfully closed my eyes when he sniffed my temple. "Stop cryin, we'll have fun," he whispered on my ear. He grab me with pressure and let me out. "Let go of me! Fuck off, ugly people!" They all laugh. "You said she's fragile, she's a one true bear," "A fighter, but a cry baby," Another one walked towards behind me. I could hear his breathing. "Damn, she's so fresh."

Now you'll blow bubbles and fight crimes. "Shit Fuck Shit Fuck!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as I stormed the bathroom. I arrive at the building thirty minutes later. I greeted Luke, the security guard who averted his eyes from me. Yeesh! Am I in that much trouble? "Of Course, you are," I kicked myself hard. "Did you expect a welcome party? A hug and a kiss? Or you have done tremendously well by coming too late little Miss Carson, please accept your pay rise?"

Does Gar know I had a baby three weeks ago and the pussy he says he smells is a bloody pad? The asshole. There's a glass of soda on the bar one minute and the next it's covering his face and chest. "Bitch," is all he gets out before Rack throws him aside. Rack's expression is deadly and I'm no longer pissed at Gar. I'm petrified for Rack. Gar has at least fifty pounds in weight and six inches in height on him. Gar doesn't carry the defined muscle Rack has but that doesn't mean Rack stands a chance.

This bastard seemed really determined to blow her head off if she kept screaming and resisting. Yes, what kind of dream did Bella have last night that she had to experience a kidnapping like this? It was clear to her that these people were members of a gang. Marco Vilante, as Darrel suspected, was a dangerous mafia leader. Bella never thought she would have to deal with these dangerous people. It was all because of that damn accident that led to her being kidnapped like this.

, He asked and knowing what he meant , a mischievous grin formed on my face . " Oh yeah I get good fucks too " , The words fall out of my mouth without rethinking but of course the police won't still get the gang . I smirked more as l watched his jaw tighten up at my words . " Anyone you know his name ? " , He asked and l grinned more . I wasn't stupid to say their names . " No names asked , no strings attached just purely .... " ,. " Carnal " , He finished up my sentence with his jaws clenched.

“If I ask you of course it matters, are you a maid? did they let you attend the party and you're so grateful to be in the middle of high society?” What a clueless little man, all his beauty ended there for me. Arrogant jerk. “Let me guess, you must be the asshole son of some criminal in here and you grew up thinking that everything is about your navel? and that everybody is afraid of you because you are the son of a don, but the reality is that you have never left the video game and you only live by retelling daddy's stories!” He started laughing, laughing at my face with disdain that made me so angry I could punch him in the face.

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.

He is affiliated with several mafia syndicates, especially the Gallos. I’m reminded what a dangerous idea it was to hide by his side. It’s a double-edged sword, and I don’t know which side is going to end up killing me; Grisha or the Gallos. If I had a choice, I would rather die by anyone else’s gun. That traitor will never have the satisfaction of wiping out what is left of the Petrov family. The taxi is stopped at the gates, and a guard the size of a mountain asks what we want. The driver darts his head toward me, breaking into a cold sweat. If I wasn’t used to the sight of intimidating guards, I would be shitting a brick as well.