Gangreen Gang Ace Novels & Stories

“I didn’t mean to worry but I’m all fine now and ready to help out with the Art Show.” “Good because I think we missed the concept without you,” she said as she moved to her work station and placed her bag on the table just as Professor Burns entered the theatre wearing a pair of grey ripped jeans with a blue shirt underneath his leather jacket paired with his black combat boots. This man always amazed me with how he carried himself and approached art.

Ace rolled his eyes ; he was already frustrated with the new recruits and he hadn't even met them yet . "Be easy on them , they're newbies" I shoved him playfully earning a scowl then a smile . "Are Ashton and Ella and stuff at the funeral already ?" I questioned him curiously. I was bored from all this walking . "Put your hand on the scanner again" Ace said demandingly . It must hurt a lot more for other people considering I can barely feel pain at this point . I gently placed my hand on the scanner and it didn't burn this time . I think it only hurt the first time because it was imprinting my hand into the system . Ace kept walking , constantly looking back every two minutes to make sure I

Shrinka was still passed out and was sprawled across a couch in the corner closest to Ace and I, his hands bound behind his back. “No no no. The best was when we were at our private island for vacation.” Romano said as he threw an arm around Alice’s shoulders. “Don’t you fucking dare.” Ace growled at his brother. “Ace was 18, and he got so hammered, that he wandered into a random bar, thought it was our house, and started to get butt ass naked. He then threw up everywhere! Not just threw up, like projectile vomited in circles onto the customers, bar tops, Fucking everywhere!” Romano said, causing us all to laugh at Ace's expense.

So engrossed in their conversation that they barely sighted us. "And there is my daughter-in-law." Ace's Father welcomed me with open arms. I left Ace briefly to lean in his embrace with a small smile, slightly curious about the topic of discussion before we came in. True to what Ace had said earlier, I recognized the other men instantly. Especially the one who stood out in the middle with his wine tuxedo and black inner shirt. Behind him was his right-hand man - Mr. Louis and the other men worked "Hi! I'm Maverick Griffin. Nice to finally meet you again." He stretched forth his hands for a handshake.

Worse than that, actually. But that wasn’t Ace’s only secret; it wasn’t even the biggest one. The one that had Ace twisting and turning and losing sleep was named Liam ‘Spider’ Vance, Ace’s ex-boyfriend. In the world of MC members, Ace’s sexual orientation was nothing less than unthinkable… and if the other Fallen Angels knew that their new Prez was a gay man, both Ace and Spider would be dead and gone without a word. They’d disappear so completely, it’d be like they'd never been.

... When I hung up, the expensive suit on my back was already eaten through by acid. My skin burned like hellfire. The stench of chemicals mixed with blood and rot as yellowish fluid oozed from my wounds. I glared at the man in front of me, hatred so fierce it could have burned through him. Onlookers formed a ring of phones and burst into laughter. "Hahaha! Serves him right for stealing from Milo!" Milo Austin pointed at my nose and spat, "You piece of trash! Still pretending, huh? You think calling someone's gonna save you? The Tucker family? Never heard of them. I'm calling the police now and have you attested."

LUNA Ace was standing by the entrance to the garden, that half-cynical smile on his lips and his eyes fixed on me as if he knew exactly what I was thinking… and was thoroughly enjoying it. He wore a dark shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, tailored slacks, and that infuriatingly confident air that made it seem like he belonged anywhere — even next to my family, where he most definitely didn’t. Ace had always found excuses to skip these family gatherings. Why show up now, when we’re separating? It would be far too naïve to believe he came to help me break the news to my parents.

All three men knew it, and they all held their breaths, watching and waiting for the inescapable. Kirk fell now, fell forward hard and fast. Landed with a grunt, his eyes staring up at Warren. Warren just stood there and watched the life drain out of those cold blue eyes, just watched the man die right in front of him, feeling nothing but savage relief. That was when he looked up at Ace. “How – but –” he stammered. “You were shot…” Ace coughed, then undid the top few buttons of his loose denim shirt. Warren saw something gray and solid, and he blinked.

▪️Ace▪️ Ace woke up with a runny nose, sniffles, and an all-around miserable face. He buried his head under the covers and moaned. “God, I can’t breathe.” He flopped on his back and sniffed. “Blergggh.” Hands up, Emily retreated, laughing. “Okay, stay away from me. The last thing I need is to get sick.” “Oh, you are so getting it. The way you had your tongue down my throat last night? If you don’t, you’re fucking Superwoman.” He waggled his brows. “And you may have a super thing down there, but no one is immune.”

I am sure Uncle Mochael told them. Well, I also did a little background check. Ace King is the most powerful, arrogant, fearless mafia don in America. Ace stood next to my Uncle, “Thank you again. We should get going. We have some events tonight we don't want to miss.” I looked down at their hands and saw Ace’s knuckles and shirt covered in blood. The others also had blood on them, but the man, who I don't know, was covered in blood more. When I looked back up, Ace was already looking at me.