Gangster Disciples Signs Novels & Stories

“We’re just here to deliver you to him.” I shake my head in denial. “He’s not here. He can’t be here.” “Why not?” Ginger asks. “He’s waiting for you. We were all waiting for you. And now that you’re here, maybe he can finally let us go.” I realize with a sinking feeling that this Disciple has been controlling them, turning them into beasts to do his bidding. They’ve been stuck here, in a constant loop of waiting. Maybe they’re not even alive anymore.

“One of the officers came in with a release form. Once it was sighed, he got released.” “And who is the person that sighed it?” “Dominic did.” “Dominic sighed the paperwork? Are you fucking kidding me? Who was the person who sighed for him to be in their custody?” Dante straightened up and I looked his way, praying he did not say anything. We were already in deep shit with this fucking dude. “I did.” Dante said. Eric looked at Dante with a raised eyebrow. “Hm.” Eric said. “So, since you were the damn co-signer, then you should know where Dominic is.”

He walked over, his heavy boots silent on the blood-stained carpet. "What is it?" he asked, his voice a low rumble. "It has my name on it," I said, tearing the seal open with a jagged, frantic motion. Inside wasn't a demand for money or a threat. It was a collection of old, yellowed photographs and a birth certificate that made the world stop spinning. I looked at the pictures—a woman with dark hair and emerald eyes, just like mine, standing next to a man I didn't recognize. He was young, his arms covered in tattoos that were painfully familiar. He was wearing a leather vest, but it didn't say Steel Phantoms. It said Iron Disciples.

The pipe fell loudly to the ground, and the thug followed it as Judas signaled one of his men to kick the attacker on the side of his ribs to the right. And so, ever since then, Patrick pledged loyalty to Judas, and it turned out Patrick was an artist. He was just starting his tattoo artist career when he met Judas, but the Mafia Don was impressed with his talent and ordered all his loyal men to carry a similar tattoo as to one of his marks. Judas was confident Patrick would never share whatever conversation takes place here with anyone, not with another single soul.

His turtleneck was made of cotton and linen, which looked simple and neat, and it was covered by a handmade sheepskin vest, which made him look extremely elegant. He had a crew cut, and a letter “Z” could be seen shaved on his temporal hair, and the black diamond earrings located at the helix of his ear were extremely dazzling. When he completely stopped at the stairwell, the light behind him faded away, and a delicate face that was giving off a wicked aura appeared. The disciple, whose name was Dylan Styles, quickly retreated and stayed behind him. “Grandmaster, it’s her. She’s the person that we mentioned to you.”

“Rosie, this is Sebatino, my right hand man. You can trust him with your life.” “Nice to meet you, sir.” “Call me Seb, please. It’s good to finally be introduced to you, Ivyrose Foxworth.” “Did you bring it?” Gareth asked him as Seb pulled a chair and sat with us. “Yes. Here.” “Thanks, Seb." Gareth opened the folder and pushed it in front of me. "Rosie. I’m sorry, but the Padrino…uhm our GodFather requires whoever we are in a relationship with to sign an NDA.”

Dominic pulled me to them and said "Hurry up with it," he barked out at them, and they scurried to do his bidding like they were mice and not grown men. "Please sign this document first, it is to solidify your union and formally make you Mrs Dominic Vitiello and Donna of the Cosa Nostra," The man in the suit said

she scolded. “I'm sorry, Bianca,” I paced back and forth in my bedroom, worry gnawing my mind. I defended, “But you know I wouldn't have reached out to you if I didn't have a big problem.” She sighed, “So what's this problem about?” “I want to know about a gang that has a star tattooed on their neck,” I described some no further details to her and asked, “Who are they?” Bianca sucked her teeth thrice, “Bad news. They are from the White Star gang, the fourth largest gang in the country. Their leader, Duncan was just released from prison a few months ago after he raped his wife's mother.”

That's the only way he could feel secured from evil. The two elders laughed and the managing elder gave the other elder the sign of ' Didn't I tell you.' The managing elder signalled for the disciples to come forward and they did. "My request is simple and straight. I want you to pretend to be a level eight disciple, and you will fight with my children as best as you can. Don't hold back anything and prove that you are level eight disciple. Your name has already been written down as a level eight student and you will be assigned to fight with these students whether you like it or not." The managing elder said and Vic's brow furrowed when he heard this.

"Actually, no need, if he likes you he will like you the way you are. But if you want to change your appearance it's up to you Chloe, it's your right." Chloe nodded in response, she immediately smiled a little. Maybe changing his appearance a little is fine isn't it to make the guy glance at Chloe? Chloe smiled as she looked at the nerdy girl beside her desk. With a big smile, she patted the girl on the shoulder. "Hi, can I ask you something?" said Chloe "May, ask what?" "Do you know who the man in black is?" Chloe shouted, pointing at the man. "His name is Declan Mashii Jackson, he's from business management. As far as I know he's a Dj and the woman next to him is his girlfriend. Why do you