Gdk Gang Sign Novels & Stories

I was walking straight up ahead, my bag tucked between my hands, pressed tightly over my chest. I was walking straight ahead when I heard loud honking. At first I didn't pay much attention. But then they came closer. Their bikes splashed muddy water all over my dress. As I looked at them from the corner of my eyes, I realized the mess that I was in. It was a gang. I could see the one-eyed symbol on all their jackets. They reeked of alcohol and their laughs were sending a shiver down my spine. The gangs were basically individual groups that belonged to the underworld. But unlike the mafia system, they had no principals or morals. They were so savage that even the police kept themselves aloof.

Shadow took a sip as he reported “Eagles- notorious in I and J country. All their members get their heads shaved on the right side. They usually don’t interfere with governments and have not been reported to have tattoos.” “Then, there’s Winged Brothers that originated in U country but have branches in I country, C country, B country and K country. Their symbol is four eagles. They usually deal with drugs and women and have never been able to establish a foothold in our country. They also never recruit adults into their gang.” “Hawkman from C country. Their members get a hawk tattoo; however, they are a vigilante group that responds against social injustice.” “Bird of prey from our country.

Karl gets up from the couch and stalks towards him, stopping to cross his arms and lean against the archway. “Nolan says his brother was a member of that gang, and it’s said that the design of their tattoos tells you what rank you were. Doesn’t seem like yours was all that big, I’m guessing you weren’t that big a member then,” he snorts. Harken just narrows his eyes, fed up with the night’s events as is, but lifts his shirt to rip it over his head, revealing the large mixed tribal and Celtic style tattoo that runs from his left wrist up his arm and to his chest, the intricate symbol of the Lewis tribe crest in the middle of his breast, and the large head of a wolf covering his shoulder, wind

The only cameras on this street are my own, ensured by a sizable donation to a certain District Attorney's re-election campaign. As I enter the lobby, I begin to strip off the trappings of Micah McKaine revealing the beast within. Underneath the jacket and dress shirts are my tattoos, each one telling the story of my life. Over my heart is a picture of a sword stabbing into an anatomically correct heart, with two drops of blood-like tears inked right below, one for my mother, and the other for my uncle, both dead before I was 12, leaving me at the mercy of the foster care system. On my left shoulder is a large 34, inked by my hand when I entered the 34th Street Gang at the age of 13. My righ

I looked closer and gasped at the well known seal at the bottom. "Fuck! West!" I whispered back. The seal was the Kings sign. We knew it from the streets. If you saw that symbol in an area, you better steer clear or the Kings would kill you. Brutally. Our family was running the Kings! The biggest mafia in the world. "We are in deep shit." I said. "You've got that right." a voice said from the door.

One of the security officers responded in defense mode, but Rafael, an experienced fighter, managed to whip his hand across the officer’s face. The security officer was knocked off his feet, and he slammed onto the wall with a harrowing cry. “You’re asking for it!” The other bodyguards were enraged. However, one of them pointed at Rafael with widened eyes. Rafael’s sleeve tore during the engagement, and his exposed arm revealed a wolf tattoo. “Y-You’re a Wolf Gang member?” The other security officers turned white and looked at Rafael warily. They were horrified, to say the least. The Wolf Gang was a well-known group in the Riverbank underworld.