Gay Gangsters Novels & Stories

I said after a while of ignoring him, he had a small smile and looked relieved that I finally talked to him. "Yeah?" I looked over at the people once again that were here before making my statement, I hope I don't sound stupid after this. "None of these people look...client-ish?" I couldn't find the word to describe them, they had tattoos that were peeking out from their collars and hands, just like Ant. Some of them had some on their faces, didn't that hurt? "That's because they aren't. This is a gang initiation Fiore, be on guard," this can't be happening now, I didn't even drink anything yet.

his eyes lit up and he looked at me in excitement. The Red-Light gang was an Italian gang that had power over a couple states in America and is also going international because they continuous make new allies everywhere they do. They are notorious for ammunition and drugs but most importantly, protecting their own. It is highly admirable and respectable, that is why when you get a chance to join them, you take it. Although they can be ruthless, if you play your role in the gang as you are supposed to, then they would have no problem. “Maybe but you should know I’m leaving for New York on Monday. The parents got me going to a new school” I said, suddenly wishing I did not have to move.

I didn't want to ruin that with sexual stuff. I bet he was into bad stuff. Like loan sharks-- heck, he could even be a mafia boss who liked blood and couldn’t get enough of killing. But for once, let the consequences be damned, alright? Maybe I was judging by his looks- "… hey, you heard what happened to Ice-T last night?" "Maaan! Dude thought he could play both sides. Big Mac don't fuck around. Gave his ass two shots and he dropped." Their laughter shook me and I held onto my bag tight. These boys were from the local gangsters around the neighbourhood and they were trouble. It was too late to turn back now, I was headed in their direction.

Chapter 20: A Dangerous Temptation Adriano When I returned my attention to the men in front of me, my hands behind my back and walked up and down the line as I spoke calmly to them. “You are the SR also known as The Storm Riders, the street gang that started a few years back. Your activities include drug trafficking, assaults, murder and robbery. Your rivals include Fury Legion, Dark Elites and others. Your leader is Benjamin, a pretty stupid fucking name if you ask me.” I laid down everything I learned about them.

Saint glared hard. Uncle Will didn't reply. He kept his eyes on the carved body. "Need to go see Toby, for real." Saint mumbled. -- [Rednecks Racers Warehouse] Rednecks aren't only racers, but also gangsters who work for a hidden organization to off people and raid houses or seize lands and documents. That's the major reason they're more muscular than Asphalt Kings. They're also trained to kill, not only to race on the road. This warehouse is their fun place after every race and operation, and tonight, it's happening again.

When it comes to gangbangers, Chinese or otherwise, it’s usually the more experienced and dangerous ones who don’t bother trying to look the part. “I know about the Ghost Shadows,” she says. “I’ve seen the stories in the newspapers and on TV. Do you think the man who threatened me was one of them?” I scratch the back of my head and glance at my hat on the coat rack. I’m itching to hit the street. “Ah . . . maybe, maybe not. They’re not the only gang in town. Then you’ve got the tongs that the gangs work for, and the triads . . . It’s as complicated as one of those Buddhist murals with all the gods, demigods, and demons.”

Indeed a pathetic sight of a little wannabe gangster gang with males over 40 thinking they were still the cool gang. Dirty jeans with a washed-out look and some holes. T-shirts and or an old, well-used leather jacket. They would have represented all teenagers’ worst nightmare, the « dads that think their cool» gang from the early 80s. But they walked with confidence; they knew no one would ever touch them; they owned this place; they held these people. Something here was not right.

"Why are you here? Were you following me?" I didn't answer him as I turned my attention to the remaining two. Leo was still holding his nose, and the third guy was staring at me with a mix of confusion and mounting fear. "Who the fuck are you?" the third guy barked, trying to puff out his chest. "Mind your business Goldie locks! This twink is ours. You don't want to get involved with the Serpent Gang." I took a slow, deliberate step forward, my eyes scanning the faded snake tattoos crawling up their necks. The Serpent Gang. A pathetic collection of car thieves and low-level muscle who thought they were kings because they owned three blocks of a slum.

He swiftly unbuttoned the top of his shirt, removed his bow tie, and looked down at the table, no longer the overconfident man he had been moments before. Andrew didn’t wait. “Understand?” Carter nodded, a slight tremor in his voice. “I understand.” “Good,” I muttered, my patience thinning. “Now let’s talk business.” Andrew slammed the document from Fang onto the table, his eyes never leaving Carter as he leaned back in his chair. "There are a lot of small gangs in this country," he began voice steady but laced with authority. "Most petty thieves, thugs, and drug sellers. But four gangs control this city and beyond. You already know the Godfather is the mafia king here."

The gang was far from perfect but it was the closest to a family that either of us had ever known and they were the first group we had ever felt safe with. The Rebels gang lived up to it's street name. We rebelled against anything that we didn't agree with. Racism, sexism, classism, homophobia, we worked chaos against anything and anyone who tried to keep these oppressive ideals alive. We also worked to take down the evil rich in anything and anyway we could. That's not to say we didn't make good money while doing it. And by make, I mean steal or blackmail. We liked to keep off the radar though. We worked behind the scenes and most good people haven't ever heard of us and that's the way we l