My Villain Gang Novels & Stories

Still, I went on, "My best friend and my husband had sex in my grandfather-in-law's casket on the day of his burial. Then, after I exposed them, my mother-in-law and these two tried to twist the narrative and paint me as the villain. "I am the victim here. I've suffered two betrayals from the people closest to me. This is the proof." I raised the phone. "They planned this themselves. I believe even my grandfather's spirit can see that I'm innocent. And I have all of you as witnesses." I turned to Dulce and finished, "Is there any doubt left?" Vincent suddenly sat up in the coffin. "Fuck you, bitch! Victim my ass! You caused this too!" he bellowed. "Yes, I'm cheating with Stephanie. So what?!

That, and his considerable bulk and strength allowed him to pummel the gangsters mercilessly, sending one flying over the low wall into the garden next door, another into the plastic recycling bin, and the other crouching under his crossed and raised arms as he was bludgeoned into the ground. ‘Fuck it! Let’s go!’ cried the lead villain, who sprinted out of the way of further punishment surprisingly fast for a man of such corpulence. The last of them took a kick in the back which sent him sprawling towards his mates. They watched him land heavily on his hands and knees in front of them, sharing his outrage and humiliation as he looked at the grit embedded in his palms, and then up at them as

“Stop the car, you b*stard! Stop it right now!” “I don’t want to die with you!” “Don’t you know?!” “Not only is the Hatchet Gang one of the Gang of Six, but they’re also filled with experts! The head of the gang, Kayden Balmer, is near invincible!” “You’ll just cart yourself to your death if you go there now!” “You’re going to look for them for trouble?” “You might not even get past the front door! They’ll send you flying with a single slap to the face!”

He later sat in the ward with me but was busy with his laptop. “Thank you. We could have gone home instead of stressing you like this.” “I didn’t say I’m stressed. I’m doing my job.” I stayed quiet. I felt the urge to ask him how I ended up following the wrong person last night. Lucian Blackwood and the other man don’t even look alike. The news came on about an illegal gambling den with drugs and thugs, the same place we came from. My life keeps getting more dangerous. I munched on the chips I was served. Orion Kade didn’t look concerned in any way.

She was mad that Nikolai allowed his emotions to get in the way because the man was beginning to lose consciousness. I watched how she skillfully spoke to the man in Italian, triggering him when she talked about his secret wife and son he thought no one knew about. I observed the man and noticed a small tattoo on one of his fingers. Connecting the dot, I immediately knew the gang he was from. The raven gang. They operate in small groups and I remember how I pissed their leader some months earlier. Without wanting to waste any more time, I walked toward the man and dropped a grenade on his lap. Since he was sitting, that will make the work easier.

It wasn’t a mistake. The Cobra Gang was described in various reports as a ruthless criminal organization, involved in a range of illegal activities such as drug trafficking, smuggling, and violent crimes. News articles and other writings painted a grim picture of the gang's brutality, making it clear that this was no ordinary syndicate. As Dean skimmed through the information, a rising sense of pressure tightened in his chest. If any of this was true, then Chen Dankworth's background and identity were far more complicated and dangerous than he'd imagined.

Although, I did so in stuttered speech that I suspected wouldn’t even be laudable to her hearing, she still managed to grasp what I told of. “Well, they must’ve been some low ranking members of a back-water gang.” “They are actually the most revered in the city. Their gang are into everything from arms, contraband, if you can think of it, they can provide it in bulk.” “What are we going to do? They’re surely going to some for us.” She panicked, but that much was to be expected. I tried to reassure her with the reveal of my gang’s name never appearing anywhere, meaning it was an aimless fight had bosses raising guns based who pointed the fastest finger.

He chuckled shortly and shook his head the same way you'd do when you know your toddler was lying to you. “Word is that The Dead Revenants are currently engaged in a rival feud with the Hellfangs MC. Now, while I don't know who those notorious criminals are, I assure you that I'm gonna find them, Mr Voss.” He actually knew so much, too much about the gangs, I'll give him that. But whatever he was up against, he had no idea of how dangerous it was and how it would all turn against him in a bad way if he dug too deep.

"I remember you saying that you don't like to force things on people, and it's up to me to make the call." Jouri laughed in turn. "Well, I also remember a certain someone saying that he loves tormenting villains by abusing the name of justice." "Really?" Frank appeared taken aback. Nonetheless, Jouri's tone soon turned somber. "Anyway, the target defiled over twenty young girls and killed over a hundred people in just a week. He's still at large in East City, having founded a gang called The Ghosters. "We tried to take him down on multiple occasions, but we suffered severe casualties as he's just that powerful."

"Now, before we can create inconvenience to your schoolmates, come with us in peace!" Yvan and I glanced at each other, our eyes were communicating. We knew these a*sholes. These were our fathers' mortal enemy, one of the biggest gang in New York. The AO Gang, and the d*ckhead talking to us now was the leader's first born, Antonio Zamora, brother of Valentin Zamora. "Peace, you say!" I smirked, and before they could do something, I kicked Antonio on his stomach and he irked in pain. Yvan followed as he punched the man beside Antonio.