Gangfuck Novels & Stories

“They are mere thugs. They molest the public and extort others. We may be wild, but nobody ever achieved success in the underground mafia society being a saint.” As soon as he finishes those words, the gangster attacks me. He has a tattoo on his forehead and neck, “baby Yahoo” clearly written in italic with worn-out ink. He is chubby and clumsy in his attacks, but his moves are lethal and deadly. He throws punches as if he wants to overwhelm me with rush and adrenaline. The man they put in front of me is built like a wall. Bare chest, scars running across his skin, eyes filled with nothing but hunger for violence.

A FUCK OF A FATHER “FUCK!!" The sound of Gerald's groan echoed through the room, filling the space as Martin pinned him down by the throat. He choked under the muscular man and made a laughing sound that slid into loud moans as Martin pounded him hard. "Oh, fuck me, Mar,” he yelled, digging his hands into his pillow. "Fuck me!” Martin grinned, his hand shifting from Gerald's neck down to his nipple. He pinched it, squeezing hard as he lifted his head up. He looked back down again, watching as his dick slid into his ass.

“My mother had a bit of a problem. We already knew she was quite the gambler, then out of nowhere we find out she’s been going to the high-class places. The sorts of casinos where you only find trouble if you’re anything less than mildly filthy rich. “She won one too many rounds and was too drunk to really see how stupid she was being. After bumping into this random guy, she ended up owing him — a lot. And what’s worse, she wasn’t a good sport about it. It turned out this guy was part of a powerful family and he wasn’t going to let her constant slights go. If we wanted our family to be left alone, we had to pay, one way or another.

"I'm sorry, baby girl." "I'm not. Hurry and eat. There are a bunch of boys out there beating the crap out of each other." Dad groaned and stood up. "The life of a coach." "Dad?" He glanced down at me. "What's up?" "When I came home the other night, a man at the gas station said that a gang had beaten a guy to death in Dallas. Do you think the same people did that to—," I glanced down at the driver's license—"Declan?" There was something dangerous about his face and Declan didn't match it.

“Yo, man, get your f#cking hands off my boy! Are you crazy?” Mark lashed out at a Death Row Infantry-man while standing up from kneeling in front of his son. “Touch my boy again and I’m gonna break your f#cking hand! You need to back the f#ck up!” Mark shoved the soldier back while giving the man a murderous stare.

"Maybe you should learn to keep your bitch on a leash. Then you wouldn't have this problem." His words ignited a forest fire of rage in my gut, consuming every atom within my body. Lifting my knee swiftly, I let it connect with his balls in a crushing blow. Resisting the urge to punch him on the way down, I pushed the groaning male away from me. The men surrounding us take a quick breath as they watch Fennick drop to the ground.

After all, no girl would hate the one they loved getting jealous over her. "Hmph… Kat, was it?" Frank knew it was all Kat's fault and looked around. However, he had yet to find them when a gang of thugs approached their table. One of them chuckled, "Yo, that's some pretty cheeks on your gal, bro." "What's it to you?!" Frank glared at them, impatience showing on his face right then. "That's some attitude you have, kid." The gang's leader, a thug with an overjet named Brody, sneered. "Do you know where you are?! This is Blackfive's turf, y'know? Blackfive of South Morhen! And Blackfive's son is our boss!"

She winced at his grip she was sure her face must had turned pale as sheet at his merciless grip. Max had a few illegal businesses in South, human trafficking, import and export of drugs and weapons and many more. Those businesses had made him this powerful today and Jade knew if anything happened to those illegal activities of his, he would be doomed. His legal business wasn't enough to match the strength Ace held.

Club Swank was anything but. It wasn't in the best area of town; the clientele was sketchy, and the girls all had secrets-most of which included drugs, money, and sex. The owner was a known ringleader for a local gang, and the place looked like bangers ran it. I hated to even step foot inside. As soon as I opened the door, I'd be accosted by smoke, lousy music, and women who'd hang on me in an effort to make a few measly bucks. It wasn't my scene.

"Son of a bitch! Do you see what you've just started? Man can't even do a little under-the-table gamblin' with his boys. You lot need to just calm down—" "—I'm only here to buy a ring for my girl—" "—Second-time offender, they'll have no mercy on me—" "—Well and truly f*cked, and not in the way that I normally like—" "No, no! Leave the money. Act like you have some sense—don't. Great, perfect. There goes my rent. The whole night's gone fucked, great. And it's coming out of your ass, pretty boy!" Niko slugged me across the jaw, the strength in the sucker punch made me wonder if he'd had as much control over his wolf as I had. "Ah, ah, ah! Don't think I'd forgotten about you, handsome!"