Novel & Cerita Gangster Boondocks

If Rayna wanted to flirt, she could, but I wouldn’t be hiding behind him this time. Hunter’s Range Rover purred beneath us as we sped down the quiet road, the city blurring past. He didn’t talk much during the drive, his hands gripping the wheel tightly, his jaw set. As we pulled into the compound, the air around us seemed to shift. The gang’s headquarters was housed in a converted warehouse dark glass, steel walls, and rows of matte-black motorcycles and high-end cars lining the lot. Armed men stood at the gates, giving curt nods as Hunter passed.

"Sorry, Danny. I just wanted to ask about the stuff in the basement you wanted us to burn." He glances briefly at Trevor's frowning face before he answers Morris. "Change of plans, there could be other useful shit in there. Forget I said anything." Morris nods and closes the door behind him. He glances around, but there's no one around. He pulls his phone out and sends the unknown number a text, confirming Trevor's presence at the strip club tonight. He got the text and the deposit earlier today, some guy named Gary contacted him. They just wanted to know where Trevor would be, but he isn't stupid. He knows they want to whack the kid. He then pockets his phone and looks up with his eyes clos

Matteo "I wondered when you would crack," Ethan uttered, his sharp eyes trained on me as he swirled the scotch in his glass. "Those men are bastards. Plus Valerie and I had a bet which she lost now." I clenched my jaw, a familiar tension building in my chest. The Greens, as Ethan and I named them, were rival mafia gang who had always played their hands too close. They were too smug. They thought they could get away with anything.

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

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.

In the dark streets of the city's undeveloped areas, Patrick is alone in the search for a good fight. Koninklijk is an imperial city but some gangs are still ruling its borderlines. Patrick shouts, 'Hey motherfuckers, your death is here, serve him before you die.' (The attitude of this guy is the only thing that I like most). The old man (Boss of the secret gang - Gang of Red Roses) came out from an old garage and said, "Is there Robinhood? Kid, you should not be here, go back to your home." He just said this and suddenly his hand cut off from his shoulder and he screamed. "What do you think, what the hell are you doing? And then some more guys came out from the garage. Patrick smiled and sa

His face had turned as dark as night as soon as he saw Tyson Woods on the side. He was the gang boss on the streets of Buckwood and some newcomer dared to treat him like this. Was he trying to be rebellious? Even though Old Niner felt that something was off, since when had Old Niner been scared of anybody on the streets of Buckwood? “So you’re the Niner? I think I warned you yesterday night. You’ve got one last chance at redemption. If you tell me the name of whoever that you’re working for, I can plead on your behalf to my master.” Tyson tilted his head up and said to Old Niner.

Goldie hit the ground, the oozing stump of his left leg cut off at the knee, once fluffy tail now docked. "You fucking animal!" He'd shifted back, blood loss weakening him without the influence of a full moon. He looked like the type of man that would try to sell you a used mattress over Craigslist. "What kind of sick bastard loads with pure silver?" The barrel pressed against Blondielock's forehead. In all my twenty-six years of living on this earth, I had never seen the infamous Midnight Cowboy. He was smaller than I expected.

The bodyguard went in a gunshot was heard later, they pulled the man out of his house and dumped him in outside of his gate, taking a few pictures to send to their client. Jake hopped into the back of his limo and waited for his bodyguard to come out. He spotted his next target a few meters away and nodded for the driver to tail him, Been spending most their lives Living in a gangsta's paradise Been spending most their lives The man went into a nice compound, Jake came down from the car, his hand playing with the gun that was stuffed in his waist. Living in a gangsta′s paradise Keep spending most our lives Living in a gangsta′s paradise

In fact, he had once mentioned growing up in Boston. "That's convenient timing," Dante said. His tone was filled with suspicion. "Right in the middle of a major investigation, in fact." Greer smiled stupidly. "These things happen. Now, I've been briefed on your situation. This business with your father—" "Antonio Romano is not just my 'business,'" Dante interrupted coldly. "He's a fugitive who's responsible for multiple murders and runs an international criminal enterprise spanning countries and continents." "Yes, of course," Greer replied, but something in his tone felt somewhat dismissive. "We're looking into the Pennsylvania compound lead, but frankly, initial recon suggests that it may b