Gangreen Gang Ace Novels & Stories

“Assault right? Think about the settlement--” “I said fuck off!” Ace pushed through the door into the cool night air, his breath coming hard as he’d just run a marathon. He used to be someone for fuck sakes. He had money. Cars. Women. But one bad investment and here he was, hanging out with bums like Doug who had probably never seen a thousand dollars in cash before.

We ducked behind a table as I reloaded my gun, shooting another round at the men who were trying to block our path. Fucking Web’s men. “Fuck!” Ace growled. I turned back sharply, my hair falling in front of my eyes as I saw Ace clutching his abdomen, blood pouring from his wound as he fell to his knees a few feet behind me… The sounds from around me suddenly faded away and all I could think of was the man I considered a brother injured before me. My heart thundered violently in my ears, fear bleeding into my heart. No… I couldn’t lose another… Not this time…

Runa asked excitedly as she felt him lick on her mark. “I always wanted a daughter named Nicole. It’s my grandmothers name.” Ace said with a smile as he noticed her shivers. “Nicole it is.” Ace carefully flipped her around, her belly on the soft covers. He touched her exposed back since he had already ripped off her shirt. “So sexy.” He mumbled as he took his jeans off. Runa glanced to him with a grin and she watched him take her shorts leaving her in her lacy underwear. “Lacy? My god woman.”

asked Aaron now approaching the bed where Roseane was sitting. "Gustavo take Ace away now," Roseanse ordered Gustavo. Immediately the middle-aged man took Ace's hand and intended to immediately take him out of the room but suddenly Alvin's hand was holding Ace from leaving. "Didn't you miss me?" Bang! After that the sound of a gun releasing bullets was now loud enough. Ace turned around and looked at Roseane who was already lying down with blood gushing out. "Mom!" Ace Morin let go of Gustavo and Alvin's hand that was holding his hand and ran to the bed where his mother who was now dead was.

Angel was sporting cowboy attire with pink baby goggles. Well, Ace knew how to dress simply at the same time with class. He was wearing a Gray t.shirt and blue jeans. His hair was neatly gelled and combed to perfection with not a strand falling on the other side. Scarlet licked her lips and he gave her a knowing smirk, knowing quite well what was going inside her. "Wait for the moment the firecracker sleeps and I'm going to have you for my next meal." He whispered dangerously low in her ear sending tingles down her core.

As soon as we're given the okay, we'll move in. Taking in the scene before me, I recognize a member of the Moonshine Task Force. Ace is something of an adrenaline junkie, and we've bonded over the fact that both of us have jumped out of planes willingly in our lifetimes. I jog over to him, my bag bouncing against my leg. "I thought it was an officer." The words barely make it past my throat. The feeling I had earlier is coming back with a vengeance, making me dizzy and my ears start to ring.

"Ace, 23 years old, son of the secretary of the treasury. Without the knowledge of his parents, he was involved in working with some gangsters, trading in drugs and girls including minors. Also involved in gang rape with his best friend, Jake." Nate finished the basic biodata of all the culprits. Daniel looked at Ace who was looking at him in apprehension. The look of his Dove was still fresh in his mind when she fearfully looked at this bastard.

He reached twenty-seven and still did not get the diploma. He is the lead guitarist and lead singer of the band ‘THE FALLEN ANGELS’. Ms. Capa was the one who named this band. The three boys are not only famous at school, but also in other places. He was mistaken for a Gangster look because of the tattoos surrounding both his arms.

Angel’s POV Ace seemed torn, caught between the darkness that enveloped him and my offer. His voice cracked as he spoke, "But what if I never get better? What if I'm stuck like this forever?" I drew a deep breath, my voice filled with determination. "Ace, I won't pretend to have all the answers, but what I do know is that there are professionals who specialize in helping people like you navigate through this darkness. They have the tools, the knowledge, and the experience to guide you towards a path of healing. We have to believe that there is hope, that there is a chance for you to find peace and happiness once again."

Ace’s eyes narrowed, winter over a river. “Source?” “Cross doesn’t stamp their crates.” “Cross stamps everything,” Ace said softly. “Just not with ink.” He reached for a bolt cutter from a boy who tried not to show he was proud to be asked. Ace’s hands closed around metal; the cutter became a quiet promise. He snapped the lock and the crate’s ribs sighed. Masks. Saline. Disinfectant. Nothing that made a man forget his name. He dropped to a knee, tapped the false bottom with two knuckles, patient as a saint and twice as dangerous.