Gdk Gang Sign Novels & Stories

with the elites. So they're vigilantes, huh? They have a noble cause but an incorrect manner of practicing it. The most difficult enemy to face is one you sympathize with, so for now, they have my understanding. 'Tips for peasants.' If Ms. Alice didn't have a hidden kind side, I would've constantly called her a spoiled bitch. 'To identify a member, there is a tattoo of a bloody swing on the back of their bodies. The smaller the tattoo, the higher their position is within the gang, while their leader "Hitoshi" wears a black mask with a white cross on it.'

Like they could lift her up with a finger. These people were not her match. She was just thinking when she noticed the tattoo drawn on the wrist of one of the men. It was a drawing of a dragon's head chained inside a flaming ring. Her eyes filled with recognition and she almost gasped but she kept it down thankfully, not allowing the fear to completely seize her. These people belonged to one of the most notorious gangs. S-rank first class killers from the dragon's ring. Whoever they've set their eyes on, they take. They make no mistakes.

The tattoo made him a member of the feared gang, Gongbay. Gongbay was a gang with its octopus feet each in every illegal trade, drugs, prostitution, human trafficking, smuggling, money laundering, and several other poisonous fruits growing on the branches of the tree named Bay transport company. It started initially as a cargo transporting company but slowly came out to be the most powerful gang in the country. "Is this fellow here not on the guest list?" he asked blowing a shiver through the body of Bryce and Rever. Oriel saw the tattoo on his chest and spun her mind to recall the meaning behind the sign. Bryce felt the scowl of his narrowed down eyes on his neck and gulped the moisture dow

CHAPTER 35 •BELLA’S POV• The axe tattoo above on the neck. If I and Matteo’s guess wasn’t wrong then we definitely have a lead on who our attacker may be. Or rather,where they’re from. THE DEVILS GATE! They were a well known cult gang who tried to disguise themselves as Mafias to infiltrate the mafia world and get high end informations on strong Mafia households. They worked with a particular set of bandits; THE ENZO’s.

“Move.” “Wait,” I said, staring at a photo of an older wolf with the mark peeking above his collar. Beside him stood a younger man I recognized instantly: Gage. Same eyes. Same rigid posture. The collar hid most of his throat, but I could see the edge of a mark at his jaw. My pulse jumped. “That symbol is everywhere.” “It’s pack ink,” Mason said, pulling me forward. “It’s not just ink,” I muttered. “It’s a label.”

As we waited, Alessandro faced me and asked, “Do you know the name of our gang?” “No.” “It's CDP. Short for Calcio Della Pistola.” Fuck, he’s so sexy when speaking Italian. “Casio? As in Casio wristwatch?” I asked. “No. Calcio Della Pistola. Translated to your English, it means Butt of the Gun.” “Your gang name is Bumbum of the Gun?” “Don’t put it that way.” Alessandro was not digging my attempt at being humorous. And I quickly accepted that he was not in the mood.

There are a lot more guards stationed everywhere. The shooter came from the back door, so they've sealed them all. I heard something about there being a 'blood feud' with another gang, the Browns. Well, the Kellers don't consider themselves a gang, they're an 'association'. I don't see what the difference is. The point is, something happened years ago, and there's trouble. They want the Kellers dead.

“Please don’t do that again, ever.” Wilt diverted to a new subject. “How are you doing there, Katie?” “All done.” She finished sketching with paper and pencil. “I think I found a perfect insignia for our guild.” Katie showed us a teardrop-shaped flame forked in a two-pronged trident with one prong taller than the other, but upon closer look, it was a fiery silhouette of a foxfire. Now that we had a name and theme for our guild, Zeki told us to think of the design for our insignia. We hadn’t come up with a single idea for months until Katie got one.

Barely looking, she tosses it my way and I field it before it hits the ground. Without a word, she turns and leaves. A minute later, it blinks dark. Touched a nerve? Who knows? I rub away a smudge of soil and bite into the potato. ***** The Wolves and the Nightshades... Gang names... ? 'Wolves' has masculine overtones, a touch of the machismo about it. I can see that as a gang name. But Nightshades? What gang calls itself Nightshades? Poison is a woman's weapon...

“When I shook his hand, I saw a tattoo on his wrist. Not the whole thing, but enough to know it looked like that gang insignia. The one with the inverted triangle. I didn’t see the full bug symbol but… I swear I’ve seen something like that before.” Kai went cold. Very cold. Martin continued, “Avoid him if possible. Your dad told you to live lowkey. That tattoo? That’s not lowkey energy.” Kai didn’t answer. He just stared out the window as the city lights blurred past. Jaden Afolayan. A problem wrapped in a smile. A red flag wearing a school uniform. A catastrophe pretending to be harmless. And for some reason Kai couldn’t explain, the stupid boy was already tangled into his peaceful, careful