Gdk Gang Sign Novels & Stories

"Actually, that's just a rumor, and it is not that exaggerated! DK operates with terms and conditions. For instance, if someone wants to get rich overnight, he would have to give up his most precious possession! If someone wants another person's life, the condition would be that that person needs to find something that does not exist, which indirectly is a rejection! However, in order to protect the legend, DK would never reject proposals immediately! This organization still has its fame and name in the society." "Actually, many people wouldn't believe or accept this organization. The Scorpion Gang is actually just a product of some kids who were going through a rebellious phase! Did you rea

Meanwhile, Karin was immediately busy making calls that she didn't know at all. "His chest is split open!" Gordo cried as he took off the cloak. He looked at Mitha's chest which had no shape anymore and "He lost his heart? Again?" Gordo said with shaking hands. Gordo looked at Xander "What did you dream really come true, what is this actually about?" "You know what the symbol for an incision like this means? I've looked at it and all the girls that were killed have a symbol like this!" said Xander

My eyes widen, panic rising in my throat as my sight darts back to Guillermo. I watch him reach into his pocket, drawing a lighter. With his other hand, he slips a ring off his finger with a large, ornate ‘S’ emblazoned on its surface. Oh, my God… Hearing the familiar flick, seeing the small flame burn as Guillermo brings it to the head of his ring, it dawns on me, sickeningly. I’ve seen that symbol before. I’ve overlooked it multiple times. Branded into the skin of the Saldívar Mafia’s inner circle, Frank, Rick, and the men holding me in place all wear it behind their ear, on their neck. It’s a mark of loyalty—of ownership.

Grease angrily turned around and stomped toward the lady. "We are sons of the dark roads! We are hell riders we are not fucking businessmen! We don't collect! We take!" He yelled at her in a drunken rage-filled voice. The remaining three bikers shook their head in a tired embarrassed way. It seemed like they were also fed up with the bullshit and drama Grease brought to the gang. I understood that a gang had to have some sort of sacred creed but what is the point of a creed if everyone everyone? The way I saw it Grease had to go.

He responded. “What?” I asked, confused, what the hell is going on? “They are called the tiger gang and all their members have the same tattoo. They are mostly involved in drug trafficking and robbery. I'm surprised they are involved in blackmail. It's not in their Modus Operandi. There must be more to this than we thought.” He explained, and I heard the sound of books ruffling in the background. “And you’re sure he knew about the video?” I pinched the bridge of my nose, anger bubbling to the surface.

Of course, whoever was with the woman probably needed somewhere nice to sit as it took a while with this sort of thing. “You and me both” she said, “but I gotta say some of those looked alright, we definitely haven’t found YOUR dress yet.” She wasn’t wrong, some of them had been decent enough, but none that really won me over. Exasperated I shook out my low ponytail, twisted my hair, and shoved it up into a sloppy bun on the top of my head. I heard a gasp and turned to see the saleslady staring at me. I realized, belatedly, that my tattoo was visible. In the mob, or mafia as it was typically called, we had distinguishing marks; one of the most frequent being strategically placed tattoos. Thi

He asked as he breathed out his smoke. I take off my jacket and my shirt to show him my tattoo of the Criemsons. The tattoo shows a blood sword that encircles with vipers and roses that symbolizes our gang or mafia name. I swiveled to indicate my identity while his ladies gape at me like the last cupcake in a bakery they wanted to devour. "Holy mother of great mercy" He grinned. "Now can we converse interaction?" I asked before I put my clothes in and I know his kittens will groan for consuming clothes.

Grace long to explore it, but she respected Xan's wishes. “Grace, you shouldn’t be out here by yourself!” Xan said coming up behind her and putting his hands around her waist. Xan softly kissed the side of Grace's neck where her Gang mark was. The mark was a Phoenix and a Lion rearing on its hind legs with a harp in between them. All three gangs are represented in a beautiful coat of arms style tattoo. Xan had repeatedly told her that she did not need to have it on her neck, but Grace wanted to show who she finally was. Yes, it hurt like a bitch, but it was something that Grace truly wanted to do and her family could not be prouder.

She paused for a while, waiting for a response. "Okay," I said, which made her continue. "The Mafia king and queen, we follow this tradition in our gang. We are one of the most dangerous gangs in the world. The name of our gang is Gladiolus. It means strength, and—" I interrupted her. "Nice name."

CHAPTER 13: CELEBRATION FIGHT "What I know is the Celebration Fight that was done by the Kanji mafia gang, that they are the leaders, that's why." Hideo said and he was so serious that he could talk about the Kanji that he was talking about here in Japan. "Why do you need a tattoo? Is that a dirt on the body, what kind of tattoo is that?" Gareth asked as Hideo suddenly undressed in front of us and turned away. I see the Kanji symbol, its line is like the sun on his back.