Rival Gang Novels & Stories

She explained and paused again. Easily, I traced her narrowed eyes, and she was looking back at Riven. "But it’s not wise for a single street gang to become too popular, darling. And your little Black Reapers are doing just that. You're drawing too much attention to the backyard." "The Black Reapers don't run under any fucking syndicate," Riven snapped immediately. Just as quickly, the playful smirk vanished from his face. As his voice went dangerously cold, I felt the temperature in the room drop to below freezing.

“You’re stubborn. Dangerous. And very, very predictable.” I lifted my head, straining to see who had spoken. A tall figure stepped out from the shadows, arms crossed. Masked, of course. “Predictable, huh?” I spat. “I’m not predictable. You’ll find out soon enough.” Another guard chuckled. “We like a little fight. Makes it more interesting.” “Interesting?” I growled. “This isn’t a game!” “Maybe not for you,” the first guard said, stepping closer, knife glinting in the dim light. “But it’s a game for us. And you? You’re losing.”

He pulled his hair with both hands leaning down. "I don't know yaar (friend). They weren't this cruel before. It all started when they came back." Arjun said leaning back and closed his eyes. "They?" "Yeah. The Frosters." Neal leaned forward like he is going to hear the best story of his life. "Although there were many mafia gangs in America Rendells and Frosters were the powerful ones whether it was eight years ago or now. They always compete each other." "Rivals?" Neal arched his brows.

"Hostage. By The Crimson Hand." The Crimson Hand. Frank knew them. A relatively new but aggressively ambitious rival gang that had been making inroads into their city's underbelly for the past few months. They were ruthless, cunning, and fiercely loyal to their shadowy leader, a man Frank had already marked as a future problem, an encroacher whose territory lines were becoming blurred. "The Crimson Hand? What do they want with Thomas? He's a civilian, a businessman, not one of us. This doesn't make sense."

Jo in return, scowled at her. “Or I'm sure we can find you a masseur or two, depending on your tastes.” The woman added fearfully, not wanting to annoy Jo. Jo was the only female leader of an all male gang in Ganghaven, and for that, she was feared by many. Her gang had the least members, but they were very effective in striking fear into the heart of people. All of Jo's men were burly, bald by choice, and they all had a hawk tattoo on their left biceps. The Street Hawks were known for destroying any business or store that refused to pay them protection money.

They probably didn’t know about the Night Walker’s appearance and the murder of some important people. “City boy, the Slums are a thousand times worse than your Inner City. Didn’t you know there is a gang war going around? Of course, the Red Rumble is in the lead. However, small gangs fight over each other’s territory from time to time and unlike us, they don’t care about the safety of anyone.” I tried to screw on my most confused look. “Is the Red Rumble really impressive or something? Aren’t there law enforcers here?”

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.

I wasn’t surprised to see Candi with the three boys because before I moved, she always stuck to them- especially Tyler - like glue, but I was quite surprised to see Lana with them because the both of us along with one of our friends, Asia, used to be a clique. When I moved to London, the three of us still talked a lot but after three weeks, Lana completely ghosted me. She stopped talking to me, blocked my number and blocked me on social media. I had been worried that I had done something wrong but I found out that she had stopped talking to Asia too and she started hanging out with Candi and her crew.

But, occasionally, the problem was in the two gangs on the Southside: the Demons, and the Southside Vipers. They had a rivalry of their own. The Demons, who wore jean jackets with a ghost on the back, were the dangerous ones. They dealt with guns, drugs, and completed tasks that people—mostly rich business owners who were in trouble—paid them for. Usually, those contained murders or kidnapping someone.

Eunice “The leader of Glyph has been trying to contact me,” Mitch said as we all huddled in the headquarters. The three of us waited and listened to what our leader was about to say but I guess all of us knew what Mitch was going to say. “They want a collaboration.” Glyph is the second most powerful male gang. Next to Ventrex. I heard that Glyph lost five consecutive fights with Ventrex. As a matter of fact, no gang has ever won against Ventrex.